Commissioned by Wolfy (FurAffinity)

Gabumon could only hear a faint noise from the refrigerator in the kitchen. He carefully shifts around, still laying on the bed where he sleeps next to Yamato.

Gabumon opens his eyes a bit, still drowsy from the deep sleep – it’s still night, and Yamato didn’t seem to wake up: gently snoozing by his side. But he can’t fall asleep again, not until he empties his bladder, he shouldn’t have drunk that much soda late yesterday.

A spark of memory reminds him that he is still in Yamato’s apartment after a turbulent return from the digital world. But he couldn’t let the problems of tomorrow worry him now. He carefully finds a way to climb down Yamato’s bed, who insisted that they should share – Yamato didn’t want Gabumon too far, which is kind of cute coming from him.

Although impaired by his sleepiness, he managed to walk towards the bathroom, making sure to close the bedroom door behind him – didn’t want to wake up him, he needed the rest.

Relieved, finally, he starts making his way back to Yamato’s bedroom, walking slowly since of course he is sleepy but also because he didn’t want to bump on any object, given that he didn’t want to turn on any light. “Don’t want to stumble a toe and wake up half of the city, right?” – he thought to himself while feeling the walls with his right hand, looking for a doorknob back to his room.

Trying his best, he kicks something on the floor as he walks by. Startled, he searches for the source and grabs the left pair of a shoe.

“Yamato’s size is not that big, this should be Hirokai’s.” he mentally notes.

Gabumon had enough adventures with Yamato to know that Hirokai, Yamato’s father is going through some patch. After a sad breakup with Yamato’s mother, he has been alone since. Takeru usually stays with his mom, and Yamato with his father in this apartment.

He has grown fond of Hirokai’s not only for being Yamato’s father but also for accommodating him so well. He thought Hirokai would freak out with the sight of a digimon in his house, but… honestly, given the first natural shock, he has been very supportive. Sometimes he cooks delicious meals when he is not busy at the TV station: his work. Some other times they just chat about random things, and he explores some of the stories Gabumon shared with his son in the digital world, almost like he wanted to learn more about his own son. And suffice it to say, he is always smiling, grateful that he was there guarding his son, keeping him away from danger – perhaps Gabumon left a few details off, that would be too disturbing.

He is also bigger than Yamato, which means Yamato may grow a lot more too. Hiroaki’s frame is large compared to the slender form his partner has. He wondered how he looked like without a shirt. Blushed, he caught himself again with intrusive thoughts about Yamato’s father… but he couldn’t help himself, he is such a nice person, and after all this time going through a breakup, he never really dated anyone else, he is always one hundred percent focused on work and Yamato. What a figure! “Must be hard to be without a mate for that long” his mind wanders. He realizes he was still holding Hiroaki’s shoe, involved in his scent, thought a bit too leathery for his taste, would be better if it was a purer scent, like how he can get from Yamato when he is in his bed. Before he gets even more intrusive thoughts, he put the shoes back on the floor, hopefully close enough to the other pair, and carefully twisted the doorknob to return to bed. He figured it was still around 2AM, plenty of time for more sleep.

Still making no sound, he walks through the pitch-dark room and finds the bed, carefully climbing up and finding a spot where Yamato didn’t claim while he was away. Gabumon pulled the blanket up and nestled back. Strangely his pillow was missing, well, could have fallen when he left, won’t bother about that now.

Gabumon caught himself almost falling asleep, drifting off to the dream world when a hand wrapped around his waist.

Startled he became wide alert again, quickly realizing what’s happening – “Yamato is having one of those dreams again” – he thought. Yamato had this issue multiple times back in the Digital World, often he had a “hard on” and would grind against his back for a little while and settles down.

He heard about this, humans have this thing called puberty and it’s quite intense at those ages, but Yamato did this without realizing, Gabumon doesn’t mind, one because he finds it good, secondly, bringing this up would certainly force his partner to never sleep together again, and for Gabumon it would be a tragedy.

He reached his hands to meet Yamato’s wrapping around his waist. It helps Yamato “scratch that itch” and hump him a bit behind the clothes.

Still not completely awake, Gabumon didn’t bother with the fact that Yamato’s hand felt bigger than usual. Until what happened next caught him off guard completely.

With a strength he didn’t know his partner had, he got pulled against his partner, being put in a small spoon position. Gabumon didn’t know he was that strong, this is new, and – “wow” – he thought, what is he feeling poking his back is way bigger than what he is used to, the humps against his backside were stronger, yet not clumsy as he usually expects from Yamato.

Confused, Gabumon tried to look behind him, but he was arm locked into a bear hug, forced to be still in this little spoon position. He is partially liking it, but obviously very confused.

A realization then came to mind, making his eyes go wide open: His nose captured a familiar scent.

“Oh no… this is not Yamato… this is his father!” – he whimpered to himself.

With his eyes getting used to the darkness of the room, he started to realize the layout was different, he was indeed in Hiroaki’s bedroom.

“No, I must have mistaken the door, I’m not used to this dwelling, too many doors! Why humans have so many doors in their caves!” – he thought.

But there is no denying what his own body was telling him, his member started to poke out of the sheath. He was enjoying this but felt wrong. Maybe if he stays put this wet dream Hiroaki is having will come to pass, and he will sneak out of the room. Yamato’s father may not be that different, after all, the fruit doesn’t fall that far from the tree.

The humps continued, low moans of pleasure coming out of Hiroaki as Gabumon could not feel that his back is starting to get wet from all that grinding. “Yamato’s doesn’t do that… so this is what a mature human does” he thought. Gabumon reached down his member, now fully erect and gently stroke, he had to be careful though, he doesn’t want to come in the bed, besides, he could wake him.

A few more minutes passed, and his humps slowly faded, and the stronger arms were now more relaxed again. Gabumon could finally wiggle his way out of the embrace and slip out of the bed.

As he stood up again to the foot of the bed, he could see now the full glory of what was happening: Hirokai’s members were almost completely outside of his pajamas, still rock-hard. He couldn’t gauge how big it was from a distance, but it was girthy enough to be spotted well even in a dimmed room.

What he saw down his own body was also a rock-hard member, now leaking pre and begging for action. There is no way he can go back to Yamato’s room in that state. “I should better go back to the bathroom and finish this off before I pop”.

But as Gabumon started moving towards the door, an intrusive thought, stronger than him forced him to a halt again. Yamato’s father is also on the same boat, rock-hard, probably leaking pre, and honestly, he should be super needy since he has no mate to have sex with.

He stared at Hirokai’s cock, still hard in that bed, and having his judgements being clouded by pure horniness and pity, he thought “fuck it! I’m gonna suck it” and carefully climbed the bed again.

Hirokai now sleeping on his back, his cock was basically served in a silver platter to Gabumon delight. Carefully not to wake him, Gabumon pulled down Hirokai’s pants down to his knees, revealing the rest of his member, his balls soon released from the entrapment of the garments too, good sized now hanging freely.

Salivating, Gabumon took one last look up to confirm he was still sleeping, and gently wrapped his lips and tongue around the head and sank his head down to the base.

“So warm and stiff” he thought with his eyes closed as he worked the length of that member, feeling occasional gifts of pre coming out of it as he sucked well. Saliva dripped and rolled down his pelvis and onto the bedsheet as Gabumon adjusted himself a bit better to lay one hand on top of his left thigh, for support, and the other, to reach his own member to stroke.

This continued for a few more minutes with Gabumon enjoying the rhythmic humps against his face and moans from the lucky guy receiving this head. Lost in his own thoughts he continued this for another while until something awry filled the room and nudged Gabumon senses.

The humps stopped. So did the moans.

Gabumon opened his eyes again, snapped from his trance only to meet with Hirokai’s eyes, half seated, staring at him in shock.

His heart raced like he was spotted by an enemy, his fight or flight instincts kicked in and he started panting at what was happening. He didn’t know what to do!

“H-Hirokai!… I…” – he tried.

Hirokai continued to stare at him, clearly not knowing what to do either. After a few seconds that felt like an eternity, Hirokai finally spoke, calmly but still confused:

“W-what are you doing Gabumon?”

Gabumon eyes started to tear – “I… I’m sorry Hirokai-sama, I came in by accident during the night and mistake the room, and… and then I was sleeping and you hugged me in your dreams and… I was happy with the intimacy… but I shouldn’t have done that, I lost control… I saw you, and…”

As Gabumon explained, Hirokai’s mind – still foggy – tried to follow all that yapping he was making, trying to follow through but Gabumon was speaking too fast… not paying attention, he stared at him, “interesting, and his is not small either, didn’t know digimons have cocks” – Hirokai’s mind wandered.

Oblivious of Hirokai’s attention being completely not focused on him, Gabumon kept explaining himself, clearly desperate. He snapped from his thoughts:

“Gabumon! Stop talking!”

Gabumon went silent like he was ordered by a god. Even putting his hands around his muzzle. Tears rolling through his face and dripping in the mattress. Hirokai took another moment to think.

“You are going to wake up Yamato, it’s still 2AM. I… was having a dream, don’t remember right now what it was. I was surprised to wake up knowing it wasn’t a dream after all. Why were you sucking me?”

“I…” – Gabumon paused – “I felt attracted. Got surprised by the arm lock you gave me, but I realized I liked a lot and… well, it’s been so long I could think about those things, I figured you were also on the same boat, given your dream. I… just wanted to help you… and help me in the process.”

“Well, there is something in the human world about non-consensual touch. I don’t blame you for not knowing those, I figure things are more straightforward where you came from. But usually, we ask for those things.” “I’m sorry Hiroaki, I was caught in lust and fell attracted. I will pack my things and leave” – which surprised Hiroaki.

“What do you mean pack and leave? What am I going to tell Yamato next morning? He will think I kicked you out because you forgot to flush a toilet or something.” – he paused and sighed – “Yamato was always distant, even more since my divorce. This whole thing about the Digital World is insane, but when he returned with you, he seems so… warm and full of purpose.”

Gabumon cracked a shy smile. Hiroaki continued:

“I didn’t have much time to say thank you for protecting my sons out there, I can’t say I agree with all this, but if I can’t stop them, at least I can be less worried that they are with you” Hiroaki opened one arm calling Gabumon for a hug. He crawled towards him and hugged back. Both locked in a tight hug. The last tear drops finish rolling out of his muzzle, onto Hiroaki’s arm. Even after such scare, Gabumon somehow managed to maintain his boner, likely a gift from his stamina. Hiroaki took notice:

“So, Gabumon, tell me, do all digimons have dicks?” Gabumon blushed with the sudden question, breaking the hug to answer.

“Well, not all of them, Tailmon doesn’t, she is a girl.” Hiroaki rolled his eyes

“Yes, I mean, well, serves me right not to ask the question correctly” he chuckled – “mind if I ask… where did you learn that?”

“Learn what?” Gabumon flushed even more

“Well, the whole fellatio thing, it was.. erm… very good” now also blushing.

“Oh, erm, I didn’t learn, I think I just kind of… winged it, and since you were enjoying it, I knew I was doing it right!”

“It has been many years since I had that treatment, I almost forgot how good it was.”

Gabumon blushed and tried to hide his massive boner behind his arms. Hiroaki’s member wasn’t falling behind for that much, as it was again regaining stiffness.

“I must confess that I never bedded another male, much less sharing a bed with a digimon, but somehow, all this, got me curious… are you okay to perhaps continue? Or would that be too weird now, Gabumon?”

Gabumon’s heart started again, beating faster, this time not from fear, but expectation.

“This is what a consent looks like?”

“Very much so.”

“Then I consent, Hiroaki”

Hiroaki moved farther back on the bed, opening space for Gabumon to join him again, this time, both fully awake, and their members hard as rock again. He wasn’t sure what Gabumon would do, but he does seem to know how to get around a male body it seems.

Gabumon once again spread Hiroaki’s legs more – “rest on your back, let me show you what I was doing” – sinking his head once more down Hiroaki’s member.

This time, he could participate more, humping the digimon muzzle to meet his head movements, he started to feel that sensation again: A sensation of being loved, and pleasured by someone who likes him, filling his self-esteem back again:

“Oh… Gabumon, this is all strange to me, but you are so good at this.” – he reached with one hand to hold his partner head down, but his horn was on the way… trying to figure out what are the limits – “Hey… is it okay holding your horn down?” – Gabumon only nodded, without letting that girthy member go.

Hiroaki held Gabumon’s horn with one hand, driving his head up and down to his whim, controlling how deep and how fast he must go now. Gabumon is loving this more than he can demonstrate, aside from making a mess in the bedsheets with his dripping pre.

They kept that for a while, however – “Oh, okay, stop” – Hiroaki said

“Was I hurting you?”

“No, on the contrary, I was getting close, I didn’t want to finish yet”

Gabumon smiled, with an eerie glimpse of a naughty digimon up to no good. He slowly turned around and lifted his tail, presenting a chubby yet firm butt, with a pink hole under the tail.

“Perhaps I can tempt you to finish old style? Breeding me?”

Gabumon could clearly notice that Hiroaki wasn’t ready for that offer, but his dripping cock was surely craving something to fuck.

Hiroaki finished removing his pants and shirt, coming on his knees towards the digimon on his four, with his delicious ass presenting to him. Without saying a word, he starts rocking his member up and down his buttchecks. Gripping Gabumon’s hips with strength.

“Ffffuck Gabumon, I can’t believe I’m saying this but… you are so fuckable right now” – Gabumon only smiled back to his lover: “I want you to fuck me, Hiroaki, I really want to feel you sinking that in me.”

Those words went inside Hiroaki’s head like a hallucinogenic toxin, instigating every fiber of his body to mate with that yellow digimon.

Rocking back and forward, he hugged Gabumon’s thick tail like a pillow to keep him firm in his grip, while teasing the digimon with his cock, only sliding outside, not penetrating. He really wanted to savor it.

This didn’t last long, as in one of those teases, his member finally got caught in the entrance of Gabumon’s puck, now very slippery from all this pre being smeared over and over, his member started to press firmer.

Gabumon took a deep breath and relaxed, feeling that thick member defeating his tight ring, and slowly opening passage, stretching his hole and violating deeper and deeper. Gabumon could only moan, as his lover, completely locked behind him kept pushing forward. For Hiroaki, no pussy in the planet felt as good as this ass he was breaking right now.

The whole ordeal came to a pause once Hiroaki’s pelvis finally pressed against the soft yellow buttchecks, and even so, pressed further deep, to make sure Gabumon receive everything.

Both let a sigh of pure lust, Gabumon misjudged the size, and Hiroaki totally misjudged the pleasure he could get from his first gay sex.

He pulled back a bit, only to ram it back deep inside Gabumon, making a slapping sound as his body met Gabumon’s rear. And he did again, and again, and so he continued fucking Gabumon like it was his first university sex.

“Your ass, Gabumon, it’s so good…!” he barely managed to say between his rapid breaths. A while he went but pulled out from him at some point.

“Quick, lay on your back at the edge of the bed” he said to Gabumon, also stepping out.

Gabumon laid on the edge as commanded, leaving his ass hanging outside, Hiroaki walked between Gabumon’s legs to support them again, lifting them up and pushing his knees all the way back on the bed – thankfully he has good stretching.

With his ass now even more exposed and lifted due to his legs being pulled back by Hiroaki, he immediately pushed it in all the way to the hilt once more, making Gabumon let out a grunt and a sight. To Gabumon, he could see that big man consuming his ass from a privileged view, his torso propping forward on every thrust he made inside, making his whole body and cock bounce, and a loud “slap” from Hiroaki’s balls hitting the backside of his tail.

“Keep… huff… going…” – Gabumon tried to mutter, but being shaken by the intense fucking he was getting – “keep… shoving this cock” – his tongue hanging out, he couldn’t speak any longer. His own cock was a fountain of pre.

“Humans” – he thought – “I’ve seen so many digimons have sex, but this is beyond anything I ever seen… so passionate… so intense and… curiously feral”

Hiroaki wasn’t in this world anymore; all he could think was to keep fucking that tight hole. It must be some type of magic, but there he was, soon to breed a… lizard-dog that can speak?

Hiroaki started to increase pace; he was getting close. Gabumon noticed that too, not only it was faster, but it was deeper and stronger… this is the mating fucking, to make sure it breeds deep, and no drop gets wasted when it’s time.

“G-Gabumon… I think I’m getting close…”

“Finish inside me Hiroaki, make sure you breed deep and good”

Those words were almost like flipping a switch in Hiroaki’s brain, he let go of Gabumon’s legs: “Wrap your legs around me Gabumon, make sure you lock me in”.

Hiroaki raised and stuffed his chest like a good alpha male. He really wants to put a good show to Gabumon as he power-posed, all that without breaking his pace fucking.

Gabumon wrapped his legs firmly around Hiroaki’s, locking behind him, squeezing him as much as he could to trap his lover’s member deep inside him. Seconds later, Hiroaki shivered and violently buried his cock like he could even go further into Gabumon, while making a good mainly display of his features to feast Gabumon’s eyes.

Who in turn, wasn’t disappointed. That big man taking him like a bitch, and now he could feel the throbbing and jets of cum hitting his inside walls, one gush after another. He grunted and kept pumping and grinding his cock as deep as he could, breeding his digimon good.

As his stamina diminished, and the grinds subdued, Hiroaki finally collapsed on top of Gabumon, keeping his member inside, gently throbbing from the orgasm it just had. Hiroaki stayed on top, gaining his breath for a minute.

“Huff… that was… amazing Gabumon… I missed that wild sex so much…” – Gabumon smiled though Hiroaki could not see due to the embrace.

“I loved it, you had a lot on you.”

“But we are not done Gabumon”, he said while rolling on his back, pulling Gabumon on top of him. “Can you sit upright on me?”

He obeyed, curious to what he was planning. As he did so, his member propped up, still needing a lot of attention.

“You haven’t cum yet, this is not acceptable”

“Oh… heh, please this is not necess-ooooh!”

Gabumon got interrupted when Hiroaki’s hands start stroking the length of his member. With so much pre, the strokes were wide and wet, making slicking sounds.

“I want you to cum for me, Gabumon” he said as he stroked faster, paying attention to the pleasure in his face on each stroke. “You are a needy boy too huh? Pretty hung for your size, is that eight inches? Impressive”

Gabumon continued to squirm as he received a much-needed hand job. But he was so pent up already, without a warning he arched back and shot a big load that painted Hiroaki’s chest up to his chin. He wanted to scream in pleasure but held back for the sake of secrecy.

He ejaculated three or four more jets until his climax calmed down and he too collapsed on Hiroaki, who hugged him and petted his head… “Good boy”.

Hiroaki’s dick finally slid off Gabumon’s plumpy ass, resting limp again at the edge of the bed, and both enjoyed each other’s presence in silence, relishing the afterglow.

It must be almost 4PM now, when Gabumon lifted his head and met Hiroaki’s fast asleep.

Carefully, he slips out of Hiroaki’s embrace and nudged him to go up on the bed for a proper sleep, his feet were still on the ground, half body in the bed.

As Hiroaki adjusted back on the pillow, Gabumon pulled the bedsheet again to cover him. But he broke the silence:

“You should go back to Yamato now, Gabumon, he might worry if he wakes up and you are not there” – Gabumon smiled

“You are right. Thanks for tonight, hope we can do this more”

Hiroaki smiled: “It was wonderful Gabumon, but we should not think of this as a regular thing, you must focus on the challenges ahead and protect my sons.”

Gabumon smile faded a bit, but he suspected that this could ended up being a one-night stand, yet he nodded – “Of course Hiroaki, still, thanks for sharing tonight with me”

Hiroaki nodded.

Gabumon stepped out of his bed and quietly returned to Yamato’s room, who was still gently snoozing, deep in his slumber.

He climbed back and laid against Yamato, and with his familiar smell again, he fell asleep, feeling the happiest digimon in the world.

The End