Flamedramon spun, arms up above his head. He stopped when facing the stage. He swayed back and forth, his tail curving and swaying in ripples as it followed his hips. He purred and rumbled along with the music. His eyes were closed as he rolled with the music, letting it flow through and guide his body. The hues and brightness of the dance lighting shifted and danced, muted by his eyelids. 

It was bliss. Flamedramon was free. For a few days, at least. With Digitamamon away, and the Fire Bar closed for a week, Flamedramon had no obligations. He, and Veemon, could do whatever they wanted. Veemon wanted his time to just be Veemon. The majority of their life was being Flamedramon for working at the Fire Bar. The majority of Veemon’s life was off-duty Fire Bar work and worshiping Digitamamon. Both of them loved their roles, their lives. Still, vacations and breaks are important. There were plenty of times the Fire Bar was closed for rest. But time to just be free to do nothing, anything, no schedules, no ‘role’... it was rare. 

Flamedramon took a small part of their freedom time. Veemon and Flamedramon had agreed to spend most of their ‘vacation’ at the Digimodify server. It was expensive, (not that they couldn’t afford it; the Fire Bar made bank), but it was hard to choose anything else. Non-stop anything they wanted. Veemon getting massages, relaxing in art hang outs, and giant rookie cuddle piles. Flamedramon getting rest, more massages, more cuddling, more time reading and solitude. Each got what they needed and couldn’t get most of the year. 

And more than anything, anonymity. One of their favorite parts of the Digimodify server. Veemon and Flamedramon had each gotten their backup profile with a very specific setting- their serial and identification numbers were scrubbed. Maintained in the backup, of course. But they were anonymous for this visit. Their serial and identification numbers were swapped to a non-existent Digimon. Referenceable, bookmarkable, but the moment they left it would link to no mon. 

True freedom. No ‘that weirdly strong Flamedramon’. No ‘that is what this Flamedramon wants’, ‘this flamedramon will do’. No conceived notion about position or role. He was just some Flamedramon savoring the server. 

It felt bad, in a way. He had briefly kissed Firamon. But he didn’t want Firamon’s obsessive infatuation, the violence of their time together. He had spent a bit longer with Betamon, the Tuskmon he had fed his purple rookies to. It was all cuddly, nosing, talking. Sharing. Intimacy in the form of affection, rather than lust.

Then Flamedramon headed back to the receptionist. The Angemon who had welcomed them at entry had swapped out for a Morphomon. Their identification data scrubbed, the pseudo-data added, and Veemon reentered the club. Both felt bad for it. Tuskmon and Firamon had both seen them post-scrubbing and passed by without notice. The servers no longer greeted them as ‘master’ Flamedramon or Veemon. They were just mon at the server. Veemon bare, Flamedramon in his black straps. Not the most common Digimon, but enough of them that no one would assume who they really were. 

Flamedramon stepped and rolled side to side, his arms swaying to his sides as the music grew mellow. He carefully avoided knocking into those around him. So many Gwappamon spun at the Digimodify server, but this Gwappamon was both Veemon and Flamedramon’s favorite. The flow between high energy and low energy sets was so fluid. Perfect to release and then chill. The chill flowed through Flamedramon as he swayed side-to-side, tail flowing, savoring his buzz and environment. The scent of Digimon was all around him. Arousal, sweat, nervousness, and excitement. A miasma of Digimon perfection. 

A large, orange hand slipped around Flamedramon’s front. He peeked his eyes open, down at it, as a wonderfully growly voice rumbled behind him. 

“Hello beautiful. May I dance with you?” 

Flamedramon swayed and turned with the music. He kept semi-dancing as he faced an orange belly. Barely a belly, mostly a groin with a gorgeous, dark red happy trail. His gaze drifted upward until he finally met the Wargreymon’s eyes. Flamedramon’s movements slowed, gazing into the Wargreymon’s eyes. They were pools of affection and hope. 

“... Get on your knees and kiss me.” Flamedramon rumbled in his dominating rookies tone.

To Flamedramon’s surprise, the Wargreymon obeyed. Flamedramon spotted an orange tail swaying behind the mega Digimon. There was little time to focus on it as Wargreymon’s muzzle moved in, kissing Flamedramon. It was so gentle despite their size difference. Wargreymon was treating Flamedramon like any normal armor level digimon. Wargreymon’s hand slowly stroked along the side of Flamedramon’s neck and muzzle as he held the kiss. 

Wargreymon’s tongue was just as gentle. Wargreymon’s muzzle was slow to part, just a little, and his tongue slipped over Flamedramon’s lips. Flamedramon opened his muzzle and the tongue slipped in. It cradled his own, coiling with it. It engaged, working with it, rather than wrestling and dominating. Flamedramon wasn’t sure how long their muzzles were together before the kiss broke. Both of the mon panted, gazing into each other’s eyes. 

The Wargreymon spoke first. “Was that worthy of dancing with you?” 

Flamedramon was lost in the pleasure and euphoria. He could feel his shaft was thicker, gently pulsing. 

“You are going to dance with me.” Flamedramon growled. 

Wargreymon nodded in turn. “Yes … sir?”

“Jest is just fine.” Flamedramon reached out, gripping Wargreymon in his pits. He pushed up. The Mega digimon followed his guidance, up off his knees, standing again. Jest spotted the swaying orange tail again. 

“A pleasure, Jest. I’m Vic,” the Wargreymon offered in return. 

“For that digimodded VictoryGreymon tail?” 

Vic shook his head, “Conviction. Hm… I don’t mean to be rude, and Jest is a great name, but may I keep calling you Beautiful?”

Jest rumbled as he peered up, and up, head craned back- to Vic’s emerald green eyes. They were so soft, so affectionate, so loving. Jest could tell this Digimon was older than himself. Those eyes had the warmth and affection of knowledge. A paternal affection new to Jest. Deep green pools to sink into. Flamedramon nodded.

“... Please dance with me.”

Vic tilted his head curiously, but smiled. “It would be my pleasure, Beautiful.” He took position behind Flamedramon. His paws gently held around Flamedramon’s front as they swayed and rocked together. Occasionally they would grind, squeeze close, growl and rumble at one another. As the Gwappamon’s set rolled into a higher energy set Flamedramon turned, arms resting around Vic’s hips and atop the Mega’s tail base. 

It was a perfect difference in size. Flamedramon’s muzzle was at Vic’s lower abs, in front of the happy trail that thickened from Vic’s navel to his groin. The trail disappeared into a dark black, and flat, G-string. Wargreymon were naturally internal, just like Flamedramon. But Flamedramon wasn’t at the moment. Wargreymon’s smoothness distinctly contrasted from Flamedramon’s sack and shaft swaying about. Dripping pre, at that. The scent of Wargreymon’s groin filled Flamedramon’s lungs with each breath, filling him with warmth.

Flamedramon savored the moment. Someone into him, not because he was a waiter. Not because he was the bar’s sex toy. Not that Flamedramon that wasn’t supposed to be that powerful. 

Flamedramon was just a random mon and someone was attracted to him. 

“I need water.” Flamedramon purred as the Gwappamon’s set ended. Both dragon Digimon were sweaty and worn. Vic gestured to Flamedramon to follow. They made their way to one of the smaller purple areas. Just after a server- a Ponchomon- made her way over. 

“Hello sir! Would you like to activate a private area?” She continued after both nodded. “Do you have a prepaid privacy account or do you want to open a tab?” she asked while pulling a tablet free. 

Vic cut in before Flamedramon could respond, “Yes, prepaid, under Conviction. Privacy level two please.”

The cactus digimon nodded as she tapped at the tablet. 

“Excellent! You currently have three hours worth of credits. The minimum duration for a private area is thirty minutes. If you want to extend beyond three hours, you will be charged the standard rate. Thank you for your patronage and elite member status.” The Ponchomon tapped at her tablet for a brief moment. She stepped back as data from the floor formed a canopy with curtains, followed by cushions and pillows pushing up below Jest and Vic. She looked in through the one open set of curtains. “Is there anything else I can get for you?”

“Waters, and my standard wine, please.”

Vic looked down to Flamedramon, gently stroking the blue Digimon with his tail. “It’s on me. Want anything?”

Flamedramon thought for a moment before nodding, “Two wine glasses, please?”

Ponchomon nodded, tapping at her tablet again. “Perfect. They will be here soon. We hope you enjoy your time.”

Vic settled to lounge back in the pillows. His tail- Flamedramon realizing it was considerably longer than a standard tail for Vic’s size- reached out toward him. It paused. “Is it okay to touch you?”

Flamedramon nodded. The tail reached further to curve around Flamedramon’s waist. It guided Flamedramon closer and closer until he was resting against Vic’s side on the pillows. Their mutual heat, their fire of courage, flowed through one another. Flamedramon reached over to stroke his hand on Vic’s abs, just above the happy trail leading down to his G-string. Another modification- along with the hair in Vic’s pits. 

“You seem quite comfortable here. And an Elite member… Are you a long time customer?”

Vic shook his head. “Only a few months, actually. But I’ve been here a lot in that time. It just felt so right my first time. I was hooked. How about you?”

It took Flamedramon a moment to respond. He was busy tracing his fingers along the prominent abdominal muscles and breathing in Vic’s hot, sweaty scent. “Hooked for sure. Years and years now, but infrequently. Few times a year usually.”

“Is it the cost? I wouldn’t mind purchasing some passes to see someone so beautiful here more often.” 

Flamedramon’s hand paused atop Vic’s belly. He looked up with a skeptical smirk. It faltered as he looked into Vic’s eyes again. They were so sincere, not a hint of playful or teasing Flamedramon. Just a genuine, kind offer. 

“Time, really. I could afford to come more often, but finding the time is the real issue.” Flamedramon sat up as a Galgomon paused at the entrance to the canopy. Vic’s tail curled, waving the Galgomon in. Each of the courage Digimon took a bottle of water. The rest, along with a very large bottle of wine and glasses, were set on an end table that materialized at Galgomon's command. The rabbit Digimon closed the curtains, giving them proper privacy, when he left. 

Vic drained his water in a couple quick gulps, Flamedramon not far behind. The empty bottles dissolved to data that absorbed into the floor. 

“Did you do your modifications yourself?” the blue dragon asked as his hand reached to and stroked along Vic’s tail. 

“Nope. Got it done my… third time here? Commissioned someone over in the modder’s space. I’m pretty happy with them. It feels right… I always missed having a tail when I evolved.”

“One heck of a tail,” Flamedramon rumbled. His hand continued to trace toward the tail’s tip. Vic curled it closer so Flamedramon could reach the entire length. “What about the pubes and pits? Don’t remember those on an Agumon or Greymon”

Vic grinned a little. He almost looked embarrassed. “Those were a… hoping it would look sexy kind of thing.”

“It does.” 

Vic reached for the wine and glasses, keeping one and handing the other to Flamedramon. He poured for each of them as he asked, “What about you? Did you mod yourself?” Vic’s tail tip curled in and brushed gently against Flamedramon’s shaft. Vic watched cautiously, curious if this kind of touch was included in the earlier statement. 

Flamedramon’s hand guided the tail to continue touching him. “Mm, not my work. Also not an actual mod. At least, not my core or internal data. Want to see something cool?” 

Vic nodded as he sipped the wine. Flamedramon set his glass aside and reached for his wrist. He pulled the blue and smiley face slap bracelet off his wrist. His shaft and sack digitized and reabsorbed in him, leaving the male slit he was originally programmed with. 

“... that is prodigiously cool. You must know one hell of a modder to pull that off.”

“Mmmhmm. They’re probably the best modder around. Really lucky to know them.” Flamedramon glanced up to Vic. “Want to give it a go?” He waved the slap bracelet side-to-side. 

“Would you be comfortable with that?”

Flamedramon laughed, “Of course. I wouldn’t offer otherwise, silly.” He slapped the bracelet onto Vic’s wrist when Vic reached over. 

“... woah.”

Both the dragon Digimon admired the bracelet’s effects. Vic’s dark red pubes now framed the base of a large, orange shaft. It rested atop an equally sizable orange sack. The head was shrouded in a thick foreskin with considerable overhang. And all topped, and quite constricted by, a very stretched G-string. 

“Oops. But it looks good on you,” Flamedramon murmured. He reached out and slowly traced the back of a finger atop the orange shaft and its small, black cover. The Wargreymon muffled a groan as the shaft visibly swelled, straining the G-string further. Vic reached down and pushed his garment off, tail taking it all the way  past his feet and set it aside. Another stroke made Vic groan properly, the shaft jumping when he flexed it. 

“Yeah, it’s pretty sensitive for me too. It also feels totally different when you fool around too.” Flamedramon’s finger stroked along the tip of the shaft, gently teasing the overhang. 

“Fuck,” growled Vic. The shaft was already half hard, lifting off his sack. 

“May I show you just how different it feels, to get pleasured when you’ve got external bits?”

Vic huffed. He glanced at his glass of wine, considering a moment. He took another sip before responding, “I’m single, so I can. Would your partner be okay with that?” Vic glanced at the ring on Flamedramon’s hand. 

“Yep. He’s actually hot on me playing with others.” Quite an understatement, given Digitamamon’s love of Flamedramon’s role as a prostitute at their bar. “Basically no limits. So… may I?” Flamedramon repeated, giving his best puppy eyes at Vic. 

The Wargreymon was visibly relieved at the answer. Then there was a playful glimmer in Vic’s eyes. 

“Get on your knees and kiss me.”

Flamedramon laughed heartily. He rolled and got to his knees, moving in close. His hands took either side of Vic’s muzzle, guiding it to his. Their lips met. The kiss was deeper this time but Vic was just as gentle. His large hand held Flamedramon’s side, caressing from chest to hip. Their tongues entwined as their muzzles worked together. 

Both were panting again when the kiss broke.

“After that, you can do anything to me,” rumbled Vic. “But I want to return the favor.”

Flamedramon nodded eagerly. He moved down and rested on his side, leaning on Vic’s lower belly. It felt so solid under him, raising and lowering with each of Vic’s breaths. Flamedramon had never been into the overly muscled look. For some reason it felt good on Vic. 

Flamedramon took Vic’s shaft in hand. It was thick, his fingertips barely not reaching one another around the girth. It throbbed powerfully, a few thick veins prominent along the orange length. It flexed, pulling toward Flamedramon’s muzzle, the glans swelling and detailed through the foreskin before it relaxed, the length going smooth again. 

Flamedramon guided the shaft to his muzzle. He breathed deep, drinking the intoxicating scent of Wargreymon arousal. The foreskin was already slick, pre drooling from it. Flamedramon licked across the foreskin, salt and musk dancing over his taste buds. 

“Woah,” Vic huffed, shifting so he could watch Flamedramon work. 

“Told ya,” Flamedramon teased. He moved in and engulfed the overhang of foreskin. He started to suck, pre flowing into his mouth. His tongue worked around the hot, soft flesh. That earned a lot more growling and groaning from Vic. The shaft flexed, Vic’s hips thrusting upward, as Flamedramon’s tongue sunk down inside. He guided it over the hidden cock tip, then snaked his tongue deeper, gliding between glans and foreskin. 

“Digigods… that feels weird. Good weird. Kinda like when-” Vic arched again, hissing a breath between his teeth as Flamedramon’s tongue swirled around the entire head. “When I got my tail… but way better. That’s amazing.It’s like I’m getting head for the first time.”

Flamedramon nodded on the shaft. His tongue sunk in on one side of Vic’s frenulum, then the other, then stretched and toyed with the taut band. Vic’s cock flexed hard, a gush of precum filling the foreskin. 

Vic’s hand reached down and rested on Flamedramon's back. Claws gently brushed, and the fingers tensed, but not enough to dig in. Not even scratch a little. Despite immense strength, the Mega level Digimon was so, so very gentle. Most of the time, everyone knew how rough they could be with this Flamedramon. How durable he was. But Vic was as gentle as he would be with a Rookie level Digimon. 

“My husband’s native code is uncut,” Flamedramon shared as his tongue slid free. He looked up to Vic, meeting those emerald eyes once more. They were still affectionate and soft, but now there was a distinct need in them. A hunger. “I’m going to try something he likes a lot, but I’m not sure it’s for everyone. Want to give it a go?”

Vic’s hand rose to his muzzle, taking another drink from his wine. He set the glass on the end table. The large orange hands reached out together, caressing along Flamedramon’s cheeks and neck. 

“I said you can do anything to me, Beautiful.” 

Flamedramon felt a blush on his cheeks. He pushed himself up and turned, slipping between Vic’s powerful thighs, straddling Vic’s tail. He reached out and pulled the shaft towards him. It was harder to get it down than up. Each throb pulled upward, each powerful flex trying to drag the shaft back up to Vic’s belly. If he was in his Veemon form he would have been pulled right over. 

Both hands gripped a little above mid-shaft. Flamedramon stroked downward. He watched closely, savoring the view as the foreskin slipped back, Vic’s pink cock head peeking free. “That’s… hah.” Vic rumbled, unable to put it into words. The foreskin was more rosy red than orange as it slid back further, exposing deeper regions of inner foreskin. It finally slipped free, back off the prominent corona of Vic’s cock head. Vic’s hips thrust upward, foreskin pulling back to reveal a deep sulcus behind the head. The thrust was paired with an immense gush of precum, splatting back down over the cock and Flamedramon’s hands, which were resting against Vic’s sweaty pubes. 

“Definitely… never felt something like that before.” Vic shivered, toes curling. His paw stroked gently along Flamedramon’s back, while the other squeezed roughly on a pillow. 

“Oh, this isn’t even it yet, big guy,” Flamedramon teased. He stroked back upwards, the orange hood engulfing the cock head again. Vic’s hips twitched and bucked as Flamedramon masturbated Vic for a little. Several ‘mmh’ and ‘ah’ and groans peppered the musk-rich air. 

“Alright, nice and slick now. It’s super hot how you shoot pre.” Flamedramon stroked his hands back down, going as far back as he could. He admired the pre-soaked cock head and foreskin. His left hand stayed on the shaft while his right traced along a vein to the head of Vic’s cock. His thumb pressed and rubbed up and down Vic’s frenulum. It made the Mega Digimon whine in a wonderful way. His hips trembled, tail and feet curling. 

“A… ah, Beautiful, that is really intense.” 

Flamedramon paused, gazing upward. Vic was biting on his lower lip, claws really digging into the pillow now. 

“Too sensitive?”

“Yeah, I think so. Sorry.”

Flamedramon snorted, “Don’t be. I’m here to make you feel good.”

Vic exhaled slowly as he sat up. He leaned in and briefly kissed Flamedramon. 

“We’re here to make each other feel good, Beautiful.” 

It felt like it should be corny or teasing, but again, there was such sincerity in Vic’s eyes. He took a slow breath before leaning in, muzzle tip to muzzle tip with Vic. 

“I’m feeling really good.”

“Me too.”

There was another brief kiss before Vic lounged back again. “Was that the thing your husband likes a lot?”

Flamedramon shook his head. His hand moved up above the cock. “He does like that, but no. It’s this.” Flamedramon lowered his hand and cupped it over Vic’s cock head, his fingertips just behind its rim. He squeezed gently, earning another slimy load of precum against his palm. Flamedramon stroked his left hand upward, foreskin rolling up over his fingers, his hand, and finally nestling around his wrist. 

Vic was watching, fascinated. He puffed out his nostrils, pleasure making his cock tense over and over. It looked a little odd, Flamedramon’s hand impression showing through the orange foreskin. 

Then Flamedramon turned his hand like he was opening a door. His hand glided between foreskin and glans, just as his tongue had earlier. 

“Oh! Oh, wow…” Vic rumbled. He shivered, thighs squeezing around Flamedramon as Flamedramon’s hand slowly turned the other way. 

“Good?”

“Very very good.” Vic’s hips pushed upward as the hand slowly turned the other way. His legs trembled as Flamedramon kept doing it, slowly turning his hand one way, then the other. His palm and fingers slid through the hot, pre-slick space with ease. The difference in their size was just right for it. And what a sensation, to feel the swath of silky foreskin flow atop his hand, hugging on his wrist. 

“Beautiful, I’m gonna,” Vic broke into a snarling groan as Flamedramon started to twist faster, pressing a little harder with his palm. Vic’s hips thrust upward, his back arching. Vic’s hand shot to his muzzle, holding it closed, helping muffle the roar he wanted to free. Hot cum blasted against Flamedramon’s paw. The foreskin swelled with cum that then oozed out around Flamedramon’s wrist. The second shot made Flamedramon’s hand slip out of the foreskin, followed by a large flow of cum. The next shot caused it to swell again, half shooting and half dribbling out. Flamedramon moved in, sucking on the foreskin and drinking as much of the remaining shots as he could. He stroked Vic’s shaft through the orgasm, slowing as it trailed off. 

Vic’s tail slipped up along Flamedramon’s back, over his shoulder, and caressed his cheek. Vic was breathing heavily as he laid there, arms resting on his stomach. 

“Your husband has really good tastes.”

“Well, he did choose me.” Flamedramon grinned, giving the overhang a kiss. 

I can see why,” Vic rumbled as he sat up, claws going for the slap bracelet. “Probably time I give you this back, mm? Can’t quite do that for you, but I’ve been told I’m good with my tongue.”

“Wait. If you want to go back to normal that’s fine, but I don’t need it back just yet. There’s actually another thing we could do, if you want to keep exploring the uncut thing?” 

Vic’s hand paused, then lowered. “Of course, Beautiful. Anything means anything.” 

“You might live to regret that ‘anything’ part,” Flamedramon doing his best to sound sinister. 

“Mmm, I don’t think so.” Vic’s tail tip caressed Flamedramon’s cheek again. “Doubt there’s anything such a sweet, caring mon would do that anyone wouldn’t adore.” 

Flamedramon opened his mouth. Then he closed it, not sure what to say. That couldn’t be true. Flamedramon had done so many things to so many Digimon. At some point, he must have…

“You’re really something else.” 

“Just a Wargreymon with a tail.”

“Hottest Wargreymon I’ve ever met. And it’s not just the tail and pubes.” Flamedramon chirped back, getting up to his knees. He took Vic’s half-hard shaft and lifted it. Resting his own, draconic cock on top of it. He pressed the tip of Vic’s shaft to his slit, just under his shaft, estimating how far he could go. To his delight, it looked like the whole thing would fit. At least, with how deep Vic’s cock pocket had looked earlier

“Tell me if you’re too sensitive for this.”

Flamedramon pulled his hips back and lined up the shafts tip-to-tip. He licked his lips as the tip of his shaft slipped into Vic’s foreskin. A shiver passed up his tail and back as he slowly sunk into the silky, slick hood. And so hot. Fire type Digimon were the best. Or maybe it was just the Fire of Courage that heated both of them.

Flamedramon knee-walked forward. A groan escaped both Digimon as Flamedramon hilted. His shaft made an obscene bulge along the top of Vic’s shaft, hidden under a cover of orange foreskin. Flamedramon’s shaft visibly throbbed through its orange shroud. He looked up to Vic to gauge his response. 

Vic gave a thumbs up, smiling. “It feels awesome. It’s kind of like when someone docks my slit. But… different.” 

Flamedramon nodded. “I get you. Been through both forms of docking myself.” He drew his hips back then thrust in slowly. The cum and pre from earlier had the space nice and slick. It grew tighter as Vic’s shaft became erect. “Not gonna last long,” he growled as he thrust. 

“That’s fine, Beautiful.” 

Flamedramon held the shaft with both hands as he thrust. He felt Vic’s tail over his shoulder again. He turned and licked at the tip. The tip curled to follow his tongue, tapping at his lips. Flamedramon opened and Vic pushed his tail in until it filled Flamedramon’s mouth, just shy of his throat. The tail started to draw out and push back in, matching Flamedramon’s rhythm. 

“Mmph,” Flamedramon grunted appreciatively. His tongue swirled on the tail while he thrust into the foreskin. He humped with abandon now that he knew Vic could take it. The larger shaft throbbed and flexed against and around Flamedramon’s. Docking felt so different from everything else. Nothing like a blowjob, not tight like an ass or slit. Just a silky wrap pushing him against a thick, hot cock head. 

“Mmph!” Flamedramon repeated, leaning forward. He got a few more thrusts in before he hilted, exhaling sharply through his nostrils. He sucked in a breath around the tail as his cock spasmed, Vic’s foreskin getting a second load pumped into it. Flamedramon’s hips rocked lazily through his orgasm. The tail withdrew from his muzzle. A beautiful little bridge of saliva tied the tail tip to Flamedramon’s lips, stretching further and further, until it finally broke.

Flamedramon pulled his softening shaft free. He sat on his heels, leaning down and kissing the cum-drooling foreskin. He wrapped his lips around it and suckled, hands stroking to the tip to feed himself his own load. Vic’s cock throbbed and flexed as Flamedramon’s tongue wormed inside again, swirling around to clean out more of his load. It was hard for Flamedramon to stop suckling and licking on the wonderfully soft and stretchy skin, but he managed to sit back up after a little more fun. 

Vic was smiling down at him. He took up his wine glass and sipped it again. His tail took Flamedramon’s, offering the glass to the blue Digimon. 

“I still have a good two hours, if you want to spend more time with me.”

Flamedramon took the glass, finally trying the wine. Probably not quite its proper flavor, with the taste of cock and cum lingering in his mouth. 

“I’d love to. Probably a lot more than two hours.”