Once Flamedramon was inside he knew he only had a few minutes. He quickly wiped the saliva and slit fluids from his groin, cleaned his muzzle tip, and popped a breath mint. One moment to take a deep breath, let it out, and he headed out to the bar area. 

“… How do you manage to do that every time?” Digitamamon asked from the middle of the bar’s floor, halfway to the rolling garage doors. “Did you digimodify an alarm clock program into you or something?”

Flamedramon snorted and playfully waved his paw through the air. “I’m just that amazing.” He countered, playfully kissing atop Digitamamon’s shell as he passed by. Each of the digimon went to the pull chain for the rolling doors, simultaneously pulling and raising the doors up. The bar was opened, and a few customers already waited. 

Flamedramon followed Digitamamon back to the bar, helping start the night. They each took orders, preparing drinks and handing out prepared snack foods as needed, well-practiced in their movements around one another in the tiny space. 

“Did you have fun?” Digitamamon asked in a quiet tone as he stirred a martini, right beside Flamedramon. 

“Of course. Goblimon’s a treat. Hoping he rents the bed upstairs someday.” Flamedramon rumbled in a matching soft tone. He could feel Digitamamon glaring at him, the stirring sound pausing for a second before resuming. Flamedramon repressed a smirk, stepping back from the bar and walking behind Digitamamon to get a glass. 

“Nostalgia could never replace the love of eggs I have now.” Flamedramon cooed sweetly to the back of Digitamamon’s shell. A subtle change in stance told Flamedramon the egg digimon was blushing, hidden in the depths of his shell. 

“You’re damn right it couldn’t.” Digitamamon rumbled in satisfaction, voice tinged with love and happiness. Flamedramon moved back around to the bar, a hand stroking Digitamamon’s egg as he moved around front once more. He placed a napkin on the bar, the drink atop it, and looked to the next customer. 

It was a blue dog. A Gaomon. Flamedramon had already spotted the nervous canine, particularly how he kept changing place further back in line. Making sure Flamedramon would take his order, steeling himself to say the words he wanted to. 

Finally up to the bar, the Gaomon swallowed, smiling, nodding. “Hiya! I was uh… wonder if I… uhm…” he trailed to silence for a second, before he grunted quietly, “A fireball shot?”. 

Flamedramon nodded, politely cooing, “Of course sir! It would be our pleasure. I have to get that from the back, do you mind waiting a minute?”. 

The Gaomon quickly nodded, stepping aside and moving to sit in the corner. Flamedramon turned to the next customer, ignoring Digitamamon’s laughter at the bashful dog.

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After the line died down, and a trip to the back for a brief discussion with a certain blue digimon, Flamedramon found himself approaching the Gaomon. He was at a corner secluded booth, the table a little tall for rookies, but manageable. It was strategically tall, and the table cloth strategically long. Doing something in public had become a surprisingly common request for Flamedramon’s customers. One that they had tailored the bar into accomodating. The fact that Digitamamon’s enoyment of watching Flamedramon working had a bit of influence on that decision. 

In this case, the Gaomon paid for a hand job out in the bar. Flamedramon had a good read on most customers, and a good familiarity with most Digimon types. With dusk was setting in, the inner patio area darkened and shadows deepened. The lighting installed on the interior bar was low, dim, and romantic. A stark difference to the bright lights they had on the outer patio. Mood lighting, for a romantic environment, was their excuse. It didn’t hurt it helped with perverse requests such as the Gaomon’s. 

Flamedramon walked over to the Gaomon’s table, a bottle of champagne in one hand and three champagne glass stems between the fingers of his other. “Hey puppy. Nice colors. Mind if I join you?” Flamedramon purred in a sultry tone. The Gaomon’s eyes went wide, blush forming on his muzzle. He quickly shook his head. Flamedramon looked about, noting that the dog had tucked his gloves onto the seat next to him. 

Perfect. 

With that, the dragon slipped in and sat right against Gaomon. He poured them each a glass of the bubbling wine. The Gaomon looked curiously at the third glass, Flamedramon ignoring the questioning gaze. He handed the Gaomon a glass, then toasted the dog digimon. 

“To your first visit.” He murmured in the same warm, silky voice. Flamedramon took a sip, while the Gaomon had a couple gulps. The dog shivered at the taste, letting the glass back down onto the table. Champagne wasn’t to everyone’s taste, for sure. 

Flamedramon kept one paw on the glass stem, the other resting on Gaomon’s thigh. The dog tensed a little at the contact, but quickly relaxed back into his seat. The hand smoothly moved up and down, stroking the thigh, steadily working further into Gaomon’s lap each time. All invisible behind the tablecloth. 

“Not your first time doing this, though… Sound about right, puppy?” Flamedramon rumbled, timed to just when his paw slipped between Gaomon’s thighs, cupping and massaging the canine’s balls. 

“Nope.” The Gaomon responded in a strangled yip. His thighs spread, pushing his hips forward into Flamedramon’s soft grip. “Done it before myself… First time having someone else do it…” he kept his voice quiet. The table was strategically placed, hard for others to listen in on, but caution was rarely a bad idea in the situation. 

Flamedramon kept at massaging his balls until he felt slickness dribble onto the back of his hand. “That’s a shame.” He rumbled, lifting his hand off the champagne glass. He timed it to when his hand slid up, onto Gaomon’s sheath. He rest his cheek on his fist, body turned to face the dog more. Allowing him to push a finger down inside Gaomon’s sheath, teasing it in and out, feeling the flesh within pulse and push against his invasion. 

“You seem like the kind of good dog who loves being obedient. Sound about right?” Flamedramon rumbled, each push of his finger a little shallower than the last. The sheath was quickly filled with slick fluids and swelling Gaomon cock. The Gaomon, all the while, was slumped back in his seat, jaw clenching, eyes skipping around the bar to watch for any suspicious gazes. 

“Answer me, puppy.” Flamedramon rumbled, his voice raised a little more. Gaomon’s gaze quickly snapped back to him. Eyeing the cocky smile on Flamedramon’s muzzle, just as Flamedramon pushed his whole finger in again. The Gaomon shuddered, knees bending and toes curling under the table. 

“Y… yes sir. I… I’ve always wanted t-“ Gaomon was cut off as Flamedramon lifted a finger. 

“That’s enough puppy. Keep it up with the sir, though.” Flamedramon lifted the champagne glass to his lips, taking a sip before replacing the glass on the table. His hand lifted from Gaomon’s sheath, joining its match on the table, as Flamedramon’s tail shifted. The dog’s boxing gloves tumbled off the booth seat, under the table. 

“Oops! Sorry. Would you mind getting those? It’s a bit easier for a little rookie like you.” Flamedramon mused, watching Gaomon’s reactions. The ‘little rookie’ really made the dog blush. 

“O… of course! S… sir.” Gaomon quickly responded, slipping down under the table. When he disappeared beneath the cloth, Flamedramon lifted one leg, folding it over the other. He aimed carefully, then Flamedramon pushed his foot against Gaomon’s face, rumbling quietly. “Lick it.” As he sat back against the booth once again. Below the table, Gaomon had frozen in place. The tablecloth was short on the seating side, letting the dragon watch the dog under the table. 

Seconds ticked by, then Flamedramon felt the dog shift. A broad, canine tongue dragged up along his sole. A cold nose rubbed into his arch, then another lick. 

“Good boy. Back in your seat.” He rumbled quietly. He watched as the boxing gloves were pushed out from below the table, back onto the booth. Then the dog followed them, sitting back next to Flamedramon. He sat a little stiffer than before, both arms on the table. His bright red, canine cock was sticking out of his sheath, twitching and dripping. 

Flamedramon refilled their champagne glasses and handed one to Gaomon again. The dog looked unsure, this time taking a small sip, like the dragon did. Flamedramon moved his paw back down to Gaomon’s lap, wrapping it around the red shaft. 

“I’ve always thought a cute dog like you belongs on the floor. Did you like it down there?” Flamedramon’s voice was low, but his tone stern. He started stroking as he asked, Gaomon grunting and nodding. 

“Y… yes, I did, thank you sir.” The dog spoke in terse, short words. Flamedramon pushed his paw down, pushing Gaomon’s sheath back, until it slipped past the part formed knot, exposing the full length. The Gaomon suppressed a yip with a bite to his lower lip. He ground the bite in as Flamedramon’s paw moved down, squeezing and tugging on the knot. Flamedramon carefully positioned the tablecloth up and over his hand and the Gaomon’s throbbing shaft. 

“You know, I bet you’d look great on all fours… led around on a leash…” Flamedramon mused in a playful, conversational tone. He rested his head back on his hand, looking totally at rest and casual over the table. All the while his paw worked the Gaomon’s shaft, tugged his knot, milked the dog. 

Gaomon rest both hands on the table, nodding. His fingers teased at the champagne glass in front of him, doing his best to be casual as well, while he felt his orgasm building rapidly. “That’d… I’d love that, sir, yeah.” He half-growled before quieting himself quickly. 

“I’m thinking next time you visit, you pay to be leashed under this table. And throughout the evening I’ll take a break at the table to have my feet licked…” There was a quiet little whine, Gaomon’s muzzle clenched shut. He took slow, deep breaths through his nostrils. The cool demeanor he had practiced on his solo public adventures not quite up to task against Flamedramon’s skill.

“And tug your knot with my toes…” Flamedramon whispered, pulling firmly up on Gaomon’s knot as he said it. Gaomon swallowed, tail giving a single lash as he started to cum under the table cloth. “And have you wrap that cute muzzle around my cock.” 

Gaomon swallowed, his muzzle wrinkling a little, and he had to stifle another whimper. His cock squirted shot after shot, strategically aimed by the dragon. Flamedramon let the canine digimon have his release without too much teasing, just a firm pressure on the knot and squeezes to make sure he shot every single drop he could. 

“You’re pretty great at this stealth thing. I barely even noticed.” The dragon flattered Gaomon, a mild exageration. He certainly wasn’t the worst, but he had room to improve. 

Gaomon began to relax, his knot still hard and stuck, but the shots down to drips. “Thanks.” he mumbled, reaching out for his champagne glass. He lifted it halfway to his lips before he caught Flamedramon’s arched eyebrow, aided by a hard squeeze to his knot that almost made him yelp. The glass lowered as Gaomon swallowed, “Thank you. Sir.” 

“Better.” Flamedramon rumbled, his expression suddenly affectionate once more. The Gaomon sighed in relief, taking a drink from his glass. 

“Guessing you’ve not sucked a dick, the way your expression changed when I said that.” Flamedramon continued, feeling Gaomon’s knot start to soften and shrink in his paw. 

A subtle shake of his head confirmed what Flamedramon suspected, the Gaomon quietly responding, “I’ve… been curious. Sir. But I’ve only been with girls. Uh… Kinda… came here ‘cause…” he looked sideways to Flamedramon, Gaomon’s blush deepening. 

“… Because you wanted a Flamedramon, right?” 

A small nod confirmed Flamedramon’s suspicions, drawing a snort from the dragon. “You’re not the first, don’t worry.” Flamedramon assured, while he released Gaomon’s knot and teasingly traced a finger along the softening shaft.

“So in that case…” The dragon continued, “You’ve never tasted a guy’s cum? Probably not even your own?” Flamedramon questioned. The Gaomon gave a curious look, shaking his head with a slow ‘no’. His eyes widened as realization dawned. 

Flamedramon slipped the once empty champagne glass from under the table, passing it from his coiled tail tip into his hand. It was over half full with milky fluid. Almost the entirety of Gaomon’s load, expertly caught by the practiced Flamedramon. 

“Drink it.” Flamedramon stated in a flat tone, like it was a regular thing to make a person do. “Before someone notices.” 

Gaomon looked across the bar, then quickly moved his hand to the glass. He lifted it up to his lips. He paused, muzzle wrinkling as he looked in. He held it there, the scent filling his nostrils. 

“That is not a request.” Flamedramon half-growled. 

Gaomon glanced to Flamedramon, back to the glass. He put it to his lips, upending it, swallowing hard and fast. To Flamedramon’s delight, he even saw the dog’s tongue flick out and slurp the interior of the glass. The glass was quickly put back down on the table, the Gaomon’s expression a mix of disbelief and a touch of nausea. 

“Good puppy.” Flamedramon whispered in Gaomon’s ear, kissing it after. Despite his expression, Gaomon’s tail gave a couple wags. “Now make sure you’re fully decent before you leave the table. And do come visit again. I’ll have that leash ready.” 

Gaomon looked to Flamedramon, suddenly pallid with disbelief. Like he thought it was play and talk, not something to follow through with. Nervousness was obvious, but there was a distinct glimmer of excitement as well. 

“Now, I should go run your bill. For the drinks.” Flamedramon purred, smiling. Gaomon nodded in response, grabbing his boxing gloves. He pulled a card free from one, handing it to Flamedramon. “Thanks puppy.” The dragon cooed, before heading back to the bar with the cum-tinged champagne glass. 

“You’re evil.” Digitamamon teased as Flamedramon began running the charge at the computer. There was a distinct delight in Digitamamon’s voice, and Flamedramon was sure Digitamamon’s erection was pressing against the inside of his shell. 

“I think you traumatized him.” Digitamamon pushed, laughing after. 

“No, I gave him everything he didn’t know he wanted.” Flamedramon boasted proudly, folding the receipt around the card. His tail reached over and tapped on Digitamamon’s shell, expertly aimed right where the egg’s cock access window was. 

Digitamamon grunted, shivering. Definitely erect on the other side. “Doesn’t make it not evil,” Digitamamon teased, “Pretty sure you’re slowly becoming a virus type.”  Flamedramon could hear the grin in Digitamamon’s voice.

“You’re data type. You’re virus vulnerable. I’m immune.” Flamedramon teased back, his tail stroking along Digimon’s lower shell front. 

Digitamamon grunted, rolling his eyes. He rarely could out-tease Flamedramon. Not the easy pushover his mate was when Veemon. “Well, mister vaccine, I hope you’re not still riding that domination high. Your slit appointment is here.” Digitamamon spoke in a quiet, sing-song tone, before he gestured out across the bar. Flamedramon followed the gesture while Digitamamon moved down the bar to serve a customer.