50 Shades of Graves Part 1-1: Stress-Reliever

This is an adult companion to the series "Trials of Graves-Beaks" that I've published in my SFW venues. You can read it here on my website. This part would fit within Chapter 2 of Trials of Graves-Beaks, where Mark and Falcon are walking across town to see a therapist for Mark. This series was made possible by the generous support of WorldsBestEagle. :>

It was a warm, pleasant day in Duckburg. The kind of early summer evening that you want to stretch on forever. School wasn’t out yet so there were few visitors from out of town. The fishing boats were already in for the night, off-loading their catches at the docks. And it was a weekday so things were chill and calm down on the waterfront.

It was slightly out of the way but Mark and Falcon had decided to take the scenic route and walk the boardwalk to the other end of town for his therapist appointment. When they first reached the boardwalk, Falcon leaned against the wooden railing, closed his eyes, and inhaled the warm, fresh breeze from the ocean. When he opened his eyes, Mark was there beside him taking pictures with his phone.

“Come on, Mark. Put it away.”

“But Gravesie, you look so studly in this light. I had to capture the moment.”

“Oh? Show me what you got then.”

Mark turned his back to Graves and held up his phone so they could both watch the video he was reviewing. It was a movie of Falcon walking, taken just minutes ago. Falcon had gotten a little warm on their walk so he had taken off his suit jacket. To Mark it was a golden opportunity—at last he could fully document what a work of art his private tailor had made for him.

From Mark’s low point of view, Falcon looked like a beast. His broad shoulders jutted forward and back, his thick lumbar muscles rippled under his white shirt, and his firm buttocks, pinched tightly together, rolled like two bowling balls in a sack. His tail swished back and forth over them and his undertail feathers bounced gloriously.

Falcon hadn’t realized precisely why Mark had insisted on a tailored business suit. Until now. Fwip! The phone flew out of Mark’s hands and plunked in the water.

“Gravesie!” Mark’s jaw dropped as he stared at the pale image of his phone sink out of sight like a dead fish.

Falcon rolled his eyes. “Oopsie!”

Mark beat Falcon’s chest with his pathetic fists. “No fair!” He continued pummeling, his fists sounding like a pattering of tennis balls against a solid slab of meat. “No fair, that was art!”

Something in Falcon’s raptorial demeanor loved seeing Mark get angry. The fists striking him now and the angry scowl on Mark’s hooked beak excited him. He looked like struggling prey.

Falcon reached down through the hail of fists and grabbed Mark around the middle. He hoisted him up and swung him towards the water.

“Wait! No!”

But Falcon stopped just short of tossing Mark into the bay after his precious phone. Instead, he held him up high and set his feet on the railing, leaning him far out over the water.

“Ahhh! Stop!” Mark’s arms shot out instinctively to steady himself. Then he reached back down to the hands around his waist for support. Those thick, warm hands, steady as stone, reassured Mark that he wouldn’t fall.

“Shhh, now. Don’t attract attention. I won’t let you fall. Spread your wings you little bird.”

Mark giggled. The quick change in perspective made him forget his anger of moments ago. He looked into the dark green water under him and his heart raced.

“Go ahead, Mark. Close your eyes and trust me.”

Mark pushed his beak out into the breeze and tentatively relaxed his grip on Falcon’s hands. He giggled again and then slowly raised his arms out at his sides. Falcon leaned him farther forward. His mouth was watering now because his beak was at the level of Mark’s red tail, poking out from the seat of his kakis. He could smell Mark’s warm undertail feathers, made warmer by the walk down the hill from Waddle.

Falcon tipped Mark a bit farther over the water and braced his belly against the rail. Perfect. He was looking straight up under Mark’s tail now and could see where the red undertail feathers gave way to fluffy white around his butt. Falcon’s crotch was pressed against the railing, amplifying the throbbing sensation that was growing there. He tightened his groin and the bulge in his pants swelled.

“How’s this?” Mark said in his boyish voice.

Falcon struggled a moment for words and cleared his throat. Then he hummed the theme from Titanic.

Mark started giggling. “Can I open my eyes?”

“Yes, open your eyes!”

Mark’s eyes opened wide and Falcon felt a shiver of panic ripple down Mark’s waist. He wobbled slightly but Falcon held firm, enjoying every squirm of his boyfriend’s body.

Mark yelled out, “Wow! I feel like I’m flying! I’m king of the world!”

Mark stayed there for a while, his wonderstruck, youthful gaze taking in the lovely golds and reds of the nearing sunset. Until he noticed that Falcon’s beak was against his tail. He glanced down with a smile on his beak and found Falcon with his eyes closed, savoring the smell of his feathers and their brushing against his beak.

“Gravesie? You have... needs. Don’t you?”

Falcon’s beak tipped up slowly, rubbing along Mark’s side. His hips shifted, grinding against the railing and his eyes opened halfway. From Mark’s elevated perspective, it was the quintessential raptor gaze—the aggressive stare accentuated by the bony ridges above the eyes. Those eyes looked hungry right now.

“Poor Falcon. It’s been days, hasn’t it?”

Falcon grunted affirmatively and backed up from the railing while trying, delicately, to hide that he had a bulge the size of an ostrich egg in his crotch. He set Mark down directly in front of him and pulled Mark against his front. Mark could feel Falcon’s cock throbbing against his shoulder blades.

Mark glanced up at Falcon, smiling with half-lidded eyes. “We’ve got extra time. There’s got to be a private place we can bang.”

“You’re not serious...”

Falcon was normally a privacy nut. Not only did he not want undue attention for himself, he also wanted to protect his boss’s image. He took his employment very seriously. But being a boyfriend was complicated. Right now all he wanted to do was slide his fat meat deep into Mark’s ass until it stopped throbbing.

Mark pointed at a restroom sign. “There’s a spot. Right over there.”

Gravesie glanced over. “Hnnng... I dunno, babe. I never—”

Mark fluttered his tail against the inside of Falcon’s thighs. “Carry your little bird away and eat him up!”

Falcon’s eyebrows flared and moved closer together as he grinned.

“Fuck it! Your ass is mine, you little chicken.”