Otro Pequeño Blog de una Pequeña Pendeja [RETOS Y OTRAS WEAS]

*Ehem*

It was 7pm, the warm glow of the curry house beckoned every passer-by to enter and be wrapped in the warm aroma of various spices. Sitting alone at the counter was King Dedede, slowly scooping up his hot fresh curry. Amongst the hustle and bustle of various smash characters, a determined Bowser catches a glimpse of the Sky blue penguin. He remembered being grappled by the magnificent bird in the tournament with nothing but nostalgic fondness. He wanted more. Wasting no time amongst the mingling crowd, he sweeps some water and stomps his way over, making the earth tremble with excitement and fear over what’s to come.The magnificent penguin king didn’t move or flinch as he felt the warm, fiery breath of the one who loved him tickle the back of his neck. Taking another mouthful of the spicy curry, he rolled his eyes and patted the seat next to him. “You gonna park it or what?” Blushing at the blunt tone he adored so much, bowser complied to his king’s orders, sitting with a wiggle of his tail. “Is it getting too hot for you~” King Dedede’s eyes go wide as Bowser speaks. Blushing a crimson red, Bowser laughs it off and points to the king’s meal. “The curry, I mean.” Slightly sighing, Dedede nods. “Yeah, could you… um…” Cut off by Bowser already pouring the drink, Dedede gulps and proceeds to scoop up another piece of curry. But Bowser was determined to make that night more spicy than any curry King Dedede had ever eaten in his lifetime.As Bowser filled his loves cup, he studied the motions of his eating. Grab, scoop, swallow. The rhythmic patterns of eating followed by the hypnotising movements of his neck made Bowser lose track of his pouring. “Ya do know I only needed to top off right?” The demanding tone of the King was lost as he noticed the lusty koopa king’s gaze upon his neck. “Why? Isn’t that spicy?” 
“Y-yeah, kind of.” *Dedede’s eyes are drawn to Bowser’s, though no real eye contact was made. Bowser was following the journey of food to his stomach. But they both knew his gaze wouldn’t stop there. His eyes dropped down past his haramaki, wanting to get a good long stare at his- “Ah… it’s overflowing.” Disappointed by the need to look up, Bowser connects the gaze for his to be lover. “What is?” 
“Umm… The water…”
“Is that so…” Unable to control it anymore, Bowser allows his gaze to drift back to his prize. Meanwhile, Dedede breaks out into a sweat, what if Bowser actually saw his… he decided to cross his legs, making Bowser only more interested. Both had forgotten about the water, now gently pouring on their laps.Both stared at each other for a while, the contagious blush of Bowser spreading to Dedede, until he noticed the cool trickling down his leg “Hey, ya spilling water on me!” Embarrassed, Bowser stops pouring and gets a napkin"S-sorry, I didn’t notice it…“ He starts drying up the water that’s been spilt over both of them. While Bowser starts rubbing, Dedede gets back to his food with a sigh, scooping up some spicy curry and letting it tingle his mouth and throat. As he cleans, Bowser notices the preoccupied King and his moist, dripping lap. Seizing this opportunity, he grabs a few napkins and rests his hand on the Penguin’s knee. Instantly, the king turns to the flame headed seducer, who’s licking his lips as he rubs the knee up and down, slowly making his way towards the inner thigh. “You know…” Bowser says as his rubs get closer. “I was wondering if you maybe wanted to do a… private training session…” Dedede looks down at the exploring hand, then back to the eyes drowning in lust. “What, ya mean for the tournaments?” Bowser nods as he reaches the moist inner thigh. “I was hoping we could practice *grappling*.” Dedede swallows another spoon of flaming curry, though he knew that wouldn’t be the hottest thing for him tonight. “Well?” Bowser makes eye contact with Dedede, a smirk slowly creeping across his face.The great penguin king was frozen, unable to truly process the offer of Bowser. But they could both tell from the look in the other’s eyes that this was going one way. With a nervous gulp of the last spoon of curry, Dedede nodded and felt the firm, scaly grip reach the growth within his haramaki. Dedede shuddered as he felt the point of Bowser’s brave claw trace up and leave with a flick on the tip. “Great, because I have some moves I was *dying* to use on you…” Dedede instantly covers himself up with his robes, drawing a chuckle from Bowser.  As he finishes tying up his elegant robes, Dedede turns to Bowser fully, not noticing that Bowser already has a fiery grip on his gloved hand. With a yank, Dedede is taken from his seat and dragged through the crowd of whistling and winking patrons. He was even able to catch a glimpse of his best frenemy, Kirby. Wink. Both of the large lovers left the curry house and faced the bitter chill of the night, though Bowser’s warm essence kept them both as warm as they needed to be. At least until they reached the hotel room.  The journey there was filled with silence. This silence however, was not due to awkwardness, or slight hesitation, it was because any word would ruin the utter intimacy these two were sharing at the moment. With only the steady breathing of each being their communication, they eventually reached Bowser’s room. Without any hesitation, Bowser flung open the door and Dedede straight after. As Dedede stumbled into the room, he ended up landing on the bed, looking straight at Bowser who was kicking the door behind him. “Getting a little ahead of ourselves, aren’t we?” Dedede blushes, but tries not to let his nervs show. “What are you talking about, you’re the one who’s staying behind….” Bowser goes a little wide eyed, then a toothy grin starts creeping up is face, fitting with the movements he makes. Bowser starts to unbuckle his many collars, dropping them all to the floor, until he’s left bare. His golden skin seems to shine as he reaches lower down his body. Only one collar left. As he reaches for the last obstacle in his loving conquest, Dedede slips out of his crimson robes to toss them aside. He takes his hat off, throwing it with just as little care as he did the robe. Then, his hand slips to his haramaki. He grips the hem and tugs just enough to see the hardened tip. Simultaneously, both start slipping the last article of clothing off, trying to tease the other to pounce them like the wild beasts they are when they fight. Without giving in to the other, both slip out of the constricting clothing and are left together in the dark room. No words. No clothes. Nothing except the sight of the other, hard and throbbing. Bowser slowly thumps his way over, swaying both his front and back tails as he walks over to his feathery lover. Dedede scoots back and lifts up his rump, allowing Bowser to do with it as he pleases. He starts by firmly grasping the big blue bum before him, making the King wince as he feels claws dig into him. Bowser then lowers his head towards the waiting and wanting hole, taking a long lick of it, then traces his tongue along to the base of Dedede’s shaft. A moan escapes as Dedede feels the long lizard tongue of Bowser toy with his lower half more. Then, A brave finger seeps its way into the moist hole. At first, Dedede winces, not used to this pleasure, but as it goes in a steady rhythm with the licks of his fiery lover, he found himself moving from groaning in pain, to moaning in pleasure. Bowser savours every moment. The taste of him. His moans. Him. But he couldn’t hold back any longer. The insatiable urge was only stopped by his concern for his feathery lover. Bowser grabbed his length and made his way to the moistened mouth of Dedede, who knew exactly what to do. Lick lick lick. Bowser groaned as he felt the cooling tongue slide up and down him, followed by a light suck at the tip.  Only barely able to pull away, Bowser leaves Dedede’s mouth with a pop, then kisses down the warm, meaty body until his chin presses against the tip. Once again, bowser gropes both of Dedede’s cheeks, only this time he presses a wet tip against his warm hole. Both make eye contact while the sheets art firmly gripped in Dedede’s hands. His head slowly inches in, drawing a groan from the king as the seemingly endless length of Bowser makes its way in. That was until he felt their skin touching. They both pant a little, getting used to the feeling of each other, when Bowser quickly grabs the length of Dedede. Stroking it, Bowser slowly pulls out until only his tip is left in, then follows it with a quick slam into him, making the sound of their bodies slapping fill the room. Again, Bowser repeats the process, feeling the walls of Dedede’s innards squeeze him as he hilts all the way. The pattern is repeated as the hard thrusts slam the headboard into the wall, making a thump drown out the thrusts. AS the walls relented their tightened grip, Dedede couldn’t help but let his tongue flop out of his mouth as he gargled in pleasure. Bowser started panting as the pace started to build up, moving his hips faster and faster, wanting to make the pleasure of the extremely tight walls last as long as possible. Soon, Dedede was able to take control just enough to move his own hips too, meeting Bowser half way to make the thrusts reach even deeper inside. Bowser rubs the length of Dedede even harder as the sloppy noises match the sounds of the wet slapping. Both now moan in manly pleasure as their bodies get sweatier. Both enjoy the feeling of each other, loving the connection between them as Bowser throbs inside Dedede. After a few more hard thrusts, Dedede reaches his limit, and his own ropes of sticky essence spray out onto his chest and face. Bowser watches with wide eyes as he starts reaching his limit too. Both start calling out the others name and soon, Bowser fills up Dedede with his hot and sticky seed. Dedede meets Bowsers wide eyes as the cum trickles down inside him, panting as their first intimate night sadly comes to a close. Bowser draws his length out of Dedede and falls next to him, exhausted from the intense love making. “That was a great training session…” Dedede says as he turns to face Bowser. Bowser chuckles and wraps his arms around the big blue bird. “Yeah… we should do that a *lot* more often.” They gaze into each other’s eyes and move their lips and beak to each other, slowly locking them together and moaning as Bowser draws the dampened covers over their heads. 

“I love you, big boy”

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aMO ESTA WEA PORQUE ESTA BASADO EN EL PRIMER DIBUJO DE DEDEDE X BOWSER, MUERO.

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