Rescue had barely closed the door and turned around before he found Ailan’s lips pressed to his. Sure the pegasus was aggressive in love, but there was a fire to him right now. He could not resist as he was pushed up onto his hind legs and into the door behind him.

He melted into the kiss, felt large wings slide around him, and tilted his head. Ailan’s tongue was on a seek-and-destroy mission, that was for sure. It wrestled with his own, shoving its way into his muzzle in an all-out assault. He let out a little huff through the nostrils, and shut his eyes.

It could have been hours when the kiss broke, though it was pretty clear what it had done to him, going by the pink-and-black blotched shaft that had pushed out of his sheathe. Of course, Ailan’s was right there next to it, pressed tight and close along his belly.

“You, bedroom, now,” there was no room for negotiation in the pegasus' voice tone.

Rescue dropped down onto his hooves and started to slowly walk past his husband. Flicking his tail left and right “I... don't know, I think I might be tired,” then he took off.

Diving into the room, Rescue was glad the bed was made for such play, as he hit it pretty hard, rolling just in time to catch Ailan and wrap his hooves around the other stallion. Pressed belly to belly, back to the bed he lifted his head and pushed back into a kiss with the fire and need that burned in his gut.

Ailan broke the kiss, and looked down at his now husband. Rescue was not accustomed to seeing such heat in the large-winged stallion’s eyes. His breath caught as he felt the other sit up and slide down off the bed on his hind legs, front hooves still resting on the draft pony’s belly.

“I... need you, now, Rescue.”

Breathing heavy, he gave a nod, then felt more than saw the other stallion shift around. The flared head of the pegasus prodded and shifted. Never before had Ailan been so driven, it was usually so slow and thought out. This, however, was a whole different thing. Rescue’s breath again caught as he felt the flared tip find the ebony ring just under his dock.

Then his head rocked back in a mix of pain and pleasure. Ailan had not pushed forward slow, but rammed in, sinking almost half of himself into the warm depths. Gasping out, “Ung! A—Ailan,” was all he could do, barrel hitching with his heavy breaths. None of that, however, stopped the pegasus.

Ailan leaned over him, pushing in more, and more. Small jabs of his hips to drive himself forward, until the sheathe base kissed the rubbery ring. He could get no deeper inside the stallion, and that was as it should be, though that still did not stop him. Rescue watched through slit eyelids as the pegasus’ wings snapped out wide as they could go and angled up some, knocking over something on the dresser, but nobody truly cared.

This was not making love, Rescue realized. This was a display, this was a mate taking his husband for the first time as a couple in the eyes of the flock. So it was, as Ailan pulled out and pushed back in, the act causing Rescue to arch his back, to let out a very loud and very deep whinny. Powerful thrusts kicked in, and each time the draft felt his partner's shaft hit spots inside him no other had.

Lost in the moment, the smells of a stallion's need mixing with his own, the sounds of Ailan’s snorting breath every time he pushed in, at the same time as feeling his own body react to it. His own shaft bounced up and down on his belly and barrel. A quick splatter of pre cum shot in the air and landed across his muzzle, not that he cared right now.

All he could do was look up and see his husband, his mate, close already. Hooking his rear legs some with a trick of bending them at an odd angle the mint-green unicorn mare had shown him, he looped behind Ailan’s hips and held him in place. This was, it appeared, the right thing to do. Ailan plunged in as hard as he could and bellowed out, wings snapping out once more as far as they could go, head back and teeth bared.

Rescue could feel it well, the flare inside him swelling up, Then, the rhythmic twitching that spelled the pegasus’ end in him. All of it had him right on the edge, so close, all it took was looking down to see his husband pushed up to his plot with all his strength, and it sent him over the edge. The big draft arched, and sobbed out as his own big blotched shaft started to jump, each time a rope of thick, white cum landing across his barrel and neck.

They stayed like that, locked together, Ailan standing on his rear legs and putting his weight on Rescue’s hips and belly, both breathing hard, trying to recover. The pegasus did first and said. “I-I should get a towel,” he said, huffing hard. “Before I... wait if I can just…”

Using his wing, Rescue watched him hook a dirty towel from the nearby basket and bring it close, wadding it up under his rump before pulling out. The big draft could do nothing but whimper and blush, thankful for his husband's care.

Once things were cleaned up a bit, they both climbed up on the bed to the pillows. Rescue found himself resting his head on Ailan’s chest and just listening to his heart beat. No words, no need to talk. He looked out the window and smiled just a bit, it was going to be a fun night.