Brokeback Mining (/tg/, Lizard/Human, M/M, cloaca)

"Look, I jussst offered sssince I know you're ssstresssed, Leo."

"It's fucking gay, Pushes."

"From what I read, your kind did it in timesss of war.  The Romansss, I think."

"That's ancient history, and everyone mocked them for such degeneracy.  I'm not stooping this low."

Leo Pfiefer paced in circles, trying to get the most out of his last cigarette.  There was a vending machine down the hall that was full of cigars, booze, and stims, but neither of them had the credits nor tools to obtain them.   They ran out of beer last week, and lord knew how long the donk pockets were going to last.

"Isss it becaussse you're married?"

"You're married too, dipshit."

"Hugsss-and-Kisssessss would underssstand though.  Male bonding and domineering isss ssstill widely practiced in our culture.  I'm sssure Rylie wouldn't get mad at you about thisss."

The human took a seat at the foot of the bed.  It's not like Leo wasn't familiar with his friend's embrace.  The space heaters ran out of batteries weeks ago, and Pushes, being cold-blooded, needed some kind of warmth on his mining outpost they were stranded at.  He held his head in his hands, letting the burnt-out cigarette butt fall from his lips onto the steel floor.  There he stayed for a good while, before he gave a long sigh and turned to Pushes, who looked at Leo pitifully from his grimy pillow.  A tail rustled out from beneath the covers and flicked off the light switch.

"I promissse you, it will be no different than laying with a woman."

This was it, then.  Leo slipped out of his boxers and joined his co-worker under the sheets.  Pushes-and-Shoves was a stout example of his species, hailing from security in order to fully live up to his name.  There wasn't a hint of femininity about him, other than how submissive he was being to Leo.  He spread his legs for the human, who planted his hands firmly into the mattress to steady himself over the lizard.  He had to keep the intimate contact to a minimum.  There was nothing queer about manly spooning for survival purposes.  This, however?  Leo could never live this down.

In the darkness, Leo imagined his wife.  She was a magnificent catch, far too out of his league and yet she never brought up this fact to him.  Rylie was always wild in bed, which was completely opposite from how his partner was acting here.  He was having trouble getting hard.  Pushes' eyes still pierced the darkness, shining up to meet Leo's.

"Wasss there anything your wife did during love-making?"

Leo blushed hard.  Guess there was no pointing in hiding anything now.

"Well, she used to suck on my elbows.  N-not that I was into that, mind you, but she couldn't get into the act without satisfying that urge for some reason."

Pushes cocked his head in puzzlement for a moment, before craning around Leo's arms to nuzzle his joints with his snout.  Without lips, it was the best he could do.  His serpentine tongue slithered about Leo's elbows, trying to give as gentle of a caress as possible.

That did the trick.  At full mast, Leo lowered himself onto Pushes.  He was shaky.  Never in his wildest dreams did he ever imagine doing something like this.  The tip of his member nudged against the lizard's horizontal slit.  It puckered up in response.

"Are you sure about this?  I mean, I'm going in dry here and-"

"I uh, I prepped myssself beforehand.  It ssshould be ssslick enough."

"Christ-"

He swallowed hard and closed his eyes.  The entrance was tight, but  it eased up as he pressed forward.  He pictured Rylie once more, and slowly plunged into his friend's waiting cloaca.  There was no going back now.  It was almost unbearably warm inside, which Leo wasn't expecting from his cold-blooded partner.  Despite the incredible tightness of the vent, he managed to get his full length into the lizard, their thighs  bouncing against each other as Leo bottomed out.  Pushes gritted his teeth, trying to loosen up for the inevitable retraction and repetition of thrusts.  Lizard procreation was often a slow-paced ordeal with minimal movement, but they could still adjust to the rapid nature of human intercourse.  He let Leo steady out his rhythm before he started to wrap his legs around him.

"Dammit Pushes, don't make this any gayer!"

"Did your wife not do thisss?"

Leo looked away.

"N-No.  It was one of her favorite things to do when she wasn't on top."

Pushes completed his leg lock, pulling Leo closer to him.  He whispered into his ear as he rested his head on the human's shoulder. "Hold me, Leo."

Leo didn't pause.  He gripped the lizard tightly, planting kisses on the supple scales of his neck as he pounded away at his slit.  The contractions.  The vice-like grip.  Ignoring the tail, it really wasn't too far away from being with this wife.  It had been far too long since they were last together.  Leo was about at his limit.

"C-call me her name, Leo!"

"Rylie!-"

Loads of pent-up alabaster burst into the lizard's bowels.  Leo felt an odd sensation during his euphoria, as if two nubs prodded the bottom of his dick and matched the globule torrent he was unleashing into his partner.  He was far too spent to yell at Pushes about it.  The lizard was probably as sexually frustrated as he was, after all.  Finished, he laid upon Pushes, who had no trouble keeping the seed within him.  He nuzzled against Leo affectionately, letting his claws mess up the human's drooping pompadour.

"You think they'll ever going to find us out here?  They probably though everyone died when the station got nuked."

"Don't worry about it."

Pushes produced a bottle of space lube from the nightstand nearby.

"Ever experienced hemipenes, Leo?"