“What’s wrong?” Digitamamon chided, playfully teasing his fingertips along Flamedramon’s hips. “Is Cyberdramon cock too big for the hottest digimon this side of File Island?” 

Flamedramon’s hands moved down to rest atop Digitamamon’s. He stroked with them, giving gentle pressure atop the ghastly purple hands. 

“No… I mean, I seriously doubt it. They’re nowhere near that size. To be too big for me. But… like…” he trailed off, staring at the two Cyberdramon as they took another shot in time with one another. 

“But what?” Digitamamon asked, fingers drumming along Flamedramon’s hips. 

“But … Getting double penetrated was… kind of… part of the twin fantasy. Feeling them in me together, grinding against each other… They’re surely too big for that.” Flamedramon puffed through his nostrils, a wisp off condensation forming on the window before fading away. 

“You need a digi-therapist.” Digitamamon remarked, squeezing Flamedramon. He went up on tip-toe to try and peek out the windows as well, but Flamedramon’s blue form blocked the view. 

“They’d just tell me to be boring and to stop dating an egg.” Flamedramon retorted, his tail playfully thumping against the side of Digitamamon’s shell. 

“Like you could do better.” Digitamamon grumbled, his purple paw swatting against one side of Flamedramon’s butt. 

Flamedramon let a brief pause pass, then looked back at Digitamamon. Over his shoulder, head tilted down to look at the shorter digimon, his muzzle fixed in a neutral expression. It only took seconds to get Digitamamon to crack. 

“Okay okay! You could do SO much better. Anyone better! I couldn’t do better. I didn’t mean it!” Digitamamon whined. 

Even after years with Flamedramon, it was  a trip for Digitamamon. Veemon was so easy to tease and play with. Flamedramon was always so stoic, his confidence and handle on the situation was so imperturbable, that Digitamamon always struggled to properly read the dragon digimon. 

Of course, that meant he played right into Flamedramon’s paws. Every single time. 

Flamedramon was suddenly facing Digitamamon. Flamedramon turned with such grace and speed it seemed imperceptible. Digitamamon’s feet pedaled in the air a second late, realizing they had lost purchase well after the fact. Flamedramon’s hands had clasped Digitamamon’s shell on either side, at the widest point, and Flamedramon was easily carrying his mate. 

Flamedramon was an Armor level digimon. So many considered that the same as an adult level. Digitamamon was a perfect level digimon. Colloquially, he had the advantage. 

It was so often neglected that an armor type could achieve ultimate level power. 

Digitamamon was not at an advantage. 

He wasn’t stronger, sharper, faster, wittier. As he was carried, unable to find purchase, helpless in the air, his heart thudded so hard he was sure Flamedramon must have felt it through the shell. Somehow, his Veemon mate synergized so perfectly with the egg of courage. It was terrifying, thrilling, and Digitamamon could never admit just how much he adored the gentle, loving touch that Flamedramon used on him, despite Flamedramon’s power. That there was balance in the relationship, that they truly were equals.

Digitamamon’s shell was gently set on the counter island, sitting upon it with his dragon legs hanging free off the edge. Flamedramon leaned forward, hands pressing to the counter top, causing Digitamamon to lean back. He kept going until he lay down, to keep from Flamedramon’s muzzle entering the window of his shell. Even then, Flamedramon kept at it, until his lips were at the very seam of Digitamamon’s inner space and the digital world. Unlike Veemon, Flamedramon didn’t have a twinge of fear or discomfort at the inner void within Digitamamon’s shell.

“How dare you imply you’re not my perfect match.” Flamedramon growled, teeth flashing among his words. 

Digitamamon could feel himself sweating, both his form within the egg, and his body outside it. 

“You’re going to have to make that up to me… Help you learn your proper place… as my loving mate.” Flamedramon continued, his breath wafting heat into the egg shell, embers flickering in his throat. 

“Y… Yes. I will!” Digitamamon said, somewhere between a whine and a whimper. “Sir!” he added, genuinely intimidated- scared?- of the dragon digimon atop him. 

“You know… It’s been so long since I’ve railed your ass…” Flamedramon continued, his hands stroking slowly up along the egg shell. Veemon had never topped his mate. But Flamedramon… he was the equalizer. His hands stroked back down along the shell. His claws positioned just so, right at the pressure where his tips dragged up and down without leaving a mark. The sound echoing within the space inside. 

Digitamamon couldn’t manage a response. He just swallowed, his eyes shrinking further back from the opening Flamedramon so precariously hovered over. 

“God I love you.” Flamedramon rumbled out, his expression breaking from stern and serious to playful in an instant. He kissed Digitamamon’s shell, just above the opening of his eyes, standing up after. He rumbled, “I am going to use that ‘making it up to me’ in a minute though… and I’m going to make sure Veemon lets me paint that cute green ass of yours soon.” Playful, teasing… but Digitamamon knew it was a promise, not a joke. 

“Yeah yeah… Sure thing.” Digitamamon’s arms slipped out and grabbed the counter top, pulling himself up to sit proper again. “Go.” He grumped, his paws shooing Flamedramon toward the service doors. “Go be a slut with your sexy Cyberdramon.”

“I wouldn’t do it if it didn’t turn you on so much.” Flamedramon retorted, turning 180 and swaying his tail at Digitamamon. He took his mask off, tossing it behind him, landing and skidding to a stop atop the counterf island. “Don’t be long, you’re part of the overnight stay talk.” Flamedramon reminded his egg lover, just before he pushed through and out past the service doors. 

“Yeah yeah…” Digitamamon grumbled, even as Flamedramon was gone and the doors swung open and closed, until finally going still. His heart still thudded heavy in his shell. Digitamamon really didn’t know how he was so lucky. To have such a sweet mate, that gave him so much, kept in him in his place, and could kick his butt without ever doing it. … Just fucking it raw, on the rare occasion. When he needed it. The good kind of hurt. And the loving cuddling after, making him know that he had done a good job. 

*    *    *    *   *

Flamedramon swayed his tail to one side, then the other, dodging the service doors as they swung closed. He walked to the bar, settling just before the two Cyberdramon. Both them had gone silent, intently watching him, since  the moment the he passed through the doors. Flamedramon’s arms folded on the bar, leaning on it and letting his legs back, resting leaning forward. The angle sure to give each Cyberdramon a view of his ass and tail down and behind his head. 

“Hey there boys. I hear you’re hoping to rent our room out for the night?” 

The Cyberdramon looked to each other. Or, turned their head to face one another, at least. Flamedramon was still uncertain how those digimon with solid masks saw the world around them, though they moved like they had regular eyes. 

They turned back to face Flamedramon with sharp synchronicity. 

“We were hoping to rent out you for the night.” The left spoke, the right following with, “And the bed once all three of us are too exhausted to move.” 

“Oh? How perverse! Well…” Flamedramon rumbled, standing proper, his palms resting on the bar. “I suppose we could accommodate such a request. Assuming you two both read all of the terms of service and rules for upstairs?” Flamedramon continued, his eyes sharp, taking turns back and forth between the two Cyberdramon. 

Eyes were such an easy way to see the effects of alcohol. With those hidden, Flamedramon had to guess on body language. Slight sway to movements, a slight delay in response. The two were buzzed, at least, with the way they looked to one another, nodded out of sync, and back to him. 

“We did.” The right growled, the left nodding. 

The left continued, “Studied them, even. We’ve been planning for a while. We know all the rules, how much it will cost…” as he trailed off, the right picked up once more. “What is and isn’t allowed. Though we should talk-“ 

He paused as the service doors opened, Digitamamon walking out from them. All three dramon heads turned to look at Digitamamon, who quickly froze. 

“Bad timing?” The egg digimon asked, standing halfway between the kitchen and bar area. 

“Not at all. Perfect time, love.” Flamedramon purred, looking back to the Cyberdramon. “Alright, before that. You two actual twins?” he asked, pointing accusingly between the left and right Cyberdramon. 

The right Cyberdramon nodded, the left quick to speak up, “Yup! Share a digiegg and everything. Real crap shoot when only one of us digitizes in battle or whatever. This prick made me wait a year before we re-egged and hatched one time.” He growl-bragged, jerking a thumb to point at his brother. 

“Oh fuck off, like you haven’t.” Right snarled in return, his head movements suggesting he was rolling his eyes. “This prick’ll dive head first into any battle, drop of-” He was cut off as he caught Flamedramon’s gaze. “Yeah… We’re twins. Data sync and all.”

Flamedramon nodded, drumming his claws along the bar. He looked over as Digitamamon finally began moving once more, settling in the spot beside his mate, looking up at the Cyberdramon. 

“And what should I call you each? Intonation only carries so much in the middle of sex.” Flamedramon asked. His arm wrapped around his lover’s shell, holding Digitamamon against him. 

“We got that covered. I’m Ace.” The left spoke, the right nodding. 

“And I’m Zed,” the right rumbled, “And…” the two glanced at each other once more, then zeroed in back on Flamedramon. “We were kind of… hoping you’d choose a favorite. At least, at first. We kind of want to spit roast you, and we’ve been… debating… over who gets which end.”

Flamedramon lift both his paws, palms out, “Not yet. I mean, sure. I can do that later. But hold your Unimon. You said something about Digitamamon’s list?”

Both the Cyberdramon went silent. Neither wanting to take charge on the matter. Eventually Zed glanced to Ace, giving that rolling eyes motion again. “Yes.” He growled, “We read both lists very thoroughly. The only thing is that…” he lifted a claw, pointing to Digitamamon. “We wanted his permission to do … watersports things with you.” His paw quickly dropping away, both Cyberdramon looking intently at the two mates. 

“Shouldn’t be a problem. Keep that to the shower, and let me have my turn with Flamedramon first. Then, put out his fire all you like. Just wash up after. No piss in the bed.” Digitamamon snickered, looking up to Flamedramon. “For my permission, at least. Big blue here has it on his okay list, but you have to get permission at the time, if he’s in the mood, the standard stuff.” 

Flamedramon nodded, smiling down to Digitamamon, then back up to the Cyberdramon. “We’ll see. Spit roasting is doable, for sure.” He looked between the two, then nodded. “So choose a favorite huh? Let’s see…” He swayed his tail a couple times, then nodded. “Sexuality. Go.” 

Flamedramon pointed to Ace, who quickly responded “Pan.” When his paw moved to point to Zed, the Cyberdramon growled out, “Gay.” 

Flamedramon nodded, thinking a moment before asking, “Who’s got the bigger dick?”

Both Cyberdramon froze for a moment, then looked to one another. Their black, rubber suits hid most every square inch of their flesh. But not their cheek and jaw, just under those metal masks. Both turned back to face Flamedramon, Ace finally responding. 

“We’re…. Not sure. We don’t actually… fool around together. Just kind of… have fun on either end of someone else. As Monodrama, I’m bigger. Barely.” He added, as Zed started to interrupt. 

“As Strikedramon, I’m bigger,” Zed followed, a bit meek and quiet, Ace nodding.

“I’m probably a lot bigger now!” Ace bragged, arms folding over his chest, a bright grin across his muzzle. A moment of quiet dragged on after. Ace lowered his arms, deflating as no one responded. 

Zed continued, “And… we actually just became stable at the Cyberdramon level this morning. We’ve been working our tails off, so…” he went quiet. The blush under his mask becoming darker, the gray skin becoming a dark purple-black. 

“So we could impress you. Your … history… is impressive. We didn’t want to disappoint.” Zed finished, leaning onto the bar with both his arms. There was a sheepish grin under his mask. “It’s… expensive, right? We probably can’t afford a second chance to … you know. Be memorable.” Zed shruged, Ace leaning onto the bar and nodding. 

“That’s… cute. Both of you. But don’t worry about disappointing me.” Flamedramon put his palms against the bar, pushed, and hopped, landing seated atop it. He got comfortable, placing a foot on each of the Cyberdramon’s groins. He was gentle, soft sole pushing into the rubber suit, the zipper of each easy to feel against his tender sole flesh. 

“You don’t have to worry about impressing me. All I’m worried about is you two having a good time. The more you enjoy, the happier I am. Now… For that little competition…” Flamedramon purred, starting to rub with each of his feet onto its respective Cyberdramon. “Digitamamon’s going to go check out and slurp your feet for me. I’ve got a few more questions.” He continued, looking over at Digitamamon. The egg had a confused look on his face. The pointed stare softened Digitamamon’s gaze, making Flamedramon’s intentions clear. This would be the ‘make it up to me’ from his earlier statement. 

Digitamamon gave a sigh before he walked around the bar while Flamedramon faced their guests once more. “So, this competition… What are you competing for?” he curiously rumbled, looking between the twins as he spoke. “Are you both competing for my ass, or for my muzzle?”. Flamedramon glanced over to Digitamamon, the eggshell’s top disappearing below the other side of the bar. 

Ace quickly snorted and proclaimed, “Ass! Obviously. We’re both hoping to go down there and show you how a Cyberdramon does it!” 

Zed sighed, looking away from his brother and to Flamedramon. “We… talked… a lot about this as Strikedramon. We’ve been planning and saving up a while.” He shrugged, while Flamedramon’s heart thumped a little faster at the prospect. To be desired so was his not-so-hidden kink. Though Zed seemed a lot less passionate about getting Flamedramon’s ass, and more just eager for Flamedramon as a whole. 

“We talked about how awesome it would be to make you cum, just thrusting against your prostate.” Zed rumbled, a hint of embarrassment in his voice. 

“Dude, chill!” Ace growled, smacking the back of his paw against Zed. “He doesn’t want some sob story ab-” he went silent, body straightening and wings tensing. Digitamamon’s wet ‘slurp’ heard beneath the bar, followed by a soft ‘ugh’. Then another slurp. 

Flamedramon took the opportunity to take control, pushing both his feet into the twins’ crotch zippers, grinding against their slits that he could just barely make out past the rubber. 

“Now now… you don’t want to bias the judge before the competition, right?” More ‘slurp’ sounds came from beneath the bar, Zed squirming a little in his seat. Despite the distraction, Zed nodded, Ace following suit

“There’s my good Mon. It’s all about having fun tonight, right?” He glanced over as Digittamamon’s shell appeared over the bar once more. 

The egg was quick to interrupt, and report, “Ace is better. But you’d like Zed more, perv.” Digitamamon grumbled, his yellowed eyes narrowed as he walked behind the Cyberdramon, circling back to behind the bar. “I need a stiff drink.” He grumbled as he went. 

Flamedramon snorted out, resting back on his paws, still rubbing with his feet. The rubber covering of each Cyberdramon’s groin was hotter now, sliding easier against the groin below, lubricated nicely. “Now…” he continued, growling lustfully. “You both seem pretty great… so I think it’ll come down to…” he looked left and right, “A trial. Best two out of three. Attack power, dick size, and…” he paused, to tease, then rumbled, “Who eats out a slit better. I need a quick wash first, care of… previous customers. I hope you both have practice with your tongue.”  Flamedramon finished with a cheeky grin, grinding each of the rubber suits into the slit beneath them. 

Both Cyberdramon were huffing and growling, their lust obvious from their state and the hot fluids behind their rubber groin coverings. With most digimon, the higher the evolution, the higher their lusts and need to breed. These Cyberdramon clearly weren’t exceptions. If anything, they were easier to rile up, still new to their Perfect level bodies. 

Zed was the first to respond, his hands gripping at Flamedramon’s ankle. The tight, rough grip quickly switched to caressing, ankle to knee, and back down. 

“Sounds good to me… Fuck showering. I’ll do it right here and now. I’m dying to get a taste of you.” Zed growled eagerly, licking across his lips and lower mask rim. 

Ace snorted, “He means he’s super-hot on you not bathing first. Tasting the sloppy… however many customers you’ve had.” The right Cyberdramon leaned back, suddenly eager to check out more of the bar’s setup a bit more. Ace gave Zed a tail-on-tail thump and growled, “And I don’t mind either. I just want to get to the fun.”

Flamedramon shrugged, vaguely aware of the ‘shaka shaka shaka’ of Digitamamon making a drink behind him. “Go for it.” He rumbled, spreading his legs wider- though he was careful to keep a foot on each of the Cyberdramon’s groins.  His toes drummed, waiting but a second before Zed reached his hands out, grabbed Flamedramon’s hips, and dove in. 

After a day of work, Flamedramon was ‘spicy’, as he called it. Sweat and Flamedramon pre were pungent on the lips of his slit. Add to that the mess Renamon had made of him, it was an impressive challenge to face. Zed went right for it, giving in to his lusts. His lips ground into Flamedramon’s groin, Zed grinding his snout tip roughly into the slit, sniffing hungrily. He was rough enough that Flamedramon’s slit spread a little, letting more of the natural inner fluids and Renamon cum dribble free. 

It only seemed to make Zed more eager, the Cyberdramon groaning from the scent, then dragging his tongue right over it. He licked up, from Flamedramon’s tail hole, up along taint, and slit alike. It sunk an inch into Flamedramon’s slit, exploring from the bottom crease all the way to the upper limit before slipping free. Another lick followed, and another, Flamedramon having to grab Zed’s horn while the tongue assaulted his most sensitive of areas. He ground his hips up, pressing his slit and groin into Zed’s muzzle. He huffed happily, enjoying the rough, hungry, bestial licks that Zed gave, before he shivered, toes curling, a hiss of breath escaping between his teeth as a tongue so roughly sunk in, deeper, and deeper, licking along his inner walls and cock alike. 

“Okay! Okay… Nice. Your time is up.” Flamedramon rumbled, tugging harder on the horn. It still took a moment for Zed’s tongue to slip out of the slit, and a couple more tugs to get his head away from Flamedramon’s groin. Flamedramon turned a little to the left, facing Ace, thighs spread wide. “Your turn.” 

Ace took a moment to respond, his head turned down, gazing between Flamedramon’s thighs. The white skin of Flamedramon’s tummy, inner thighs, groin, tail slit, and lower tail was all visible. All around his groin a mess of Cyberdramon saliva, natural Flamedramon fluids, and traces of Renamon’s breeding- most gone from Zed’s work, Zed still licking it from his muzzle. 

Just as Flamedramon was about to speak up, to check if Ace was up for the task, the Cyberdramon dove in. His tongue slurped roughly up between Flamedramon’s groin and left thigh, then over to the right, repeating the action. Flamedramon’s hands quickly grabbed Cyberdramon’s horns, hissing between his teeth as he savored the rough tongue work. Each lick, back and forth, moved in toward his slit. The first slit lick was hesitant, then a firmer one. The third ground against the slit, and the next dug against Flamedramon’s tail slit, grinding against it, taint, and up to Flamedramon’s slit tip. Lick after lick worked from tail slit to slit tip, or along his slit, pushing so tantalizingly hard, barely enough to spread the slit lips apart, just teasing and brushing against the pink, inner flesh, and Flamedramon’s cock tip. 

It was almost frustrating, the teasing pleasure. Flamedramon tugged on Cyberdramon’s horns, bumping his lips into Flamedramon’s slit. But each time Ace would pull back, teasing, slowing his tongue work, until Flamedramon stopped pulling. A cycle of teasing, waiting, dragging out and metering Flamedramon’s pleasure. 

“Time.” Came a gravely, growly voice behind Flamedramon. Brought back from his teasing, Flamedramon pushed on Ace’s horns, making the Cyberdramon back away. Flamedramon had been far too lost in the teasing, not keeping tabs on the competition. 

“Not bad, either of you. I’m pretty surprised how different you two work, given… twins and data sync and all.” Flamedramon rumbled, trying to repress his lust. He could feel the pink, rounded tip of his shaft peeking free. “We’re going to lock up down here. How about you two head upstairs and get comfortable? And don’t you dare unzip.” He finished with a growly, playful tone with that last bit, emphasizing it by rubbing and grinding into each mon’s groin. Both nodded curtly before pushing back, freeing them of the teasing foot paws. They took a moment to look over the two mates, to each other, then plodded to the service doors and through to the kitchen. 

Flamedramon lifted his legs and spun himself on the bar, lowering them once again behind the bar, facing Digitamamon. The egg’s purple arms slipped free, resting on Flamedramon’s thighs and hips. 

“You’re sure enamored with Zed,” Digitamamon teased, his claws tickling Flamedramon’s hips. 

Flamedramon chuckled, leaning in and kissing atop Digitamamon’s shell. “That obvious huh? Think they noticed?” 

“No way. Between the alcohol, and the way they were staring at you, they’re not thinking of anything but ploughing you. I could smell all the pre already, through the suit!” Digitamamon laughed. His arms slid further out, wrapping around Flamedramon’s hips. “I can’t believe you made me lick their feet… ugh.” Digitamamon grumbled, looking up to Flamedramon. “… And I can’t believe you’re going to ask me to let you cum for them!”

Flamedramon sat up straighter, laughing and resting his hands atop Digitamamon. He stroked the smooth dome, down the sides of the shell, shaking his head. “I swear, you’ve got a bug reading my code.” 

Digitamamon chuckled, squeezing Flamedramon closer, his shell resting between the dragon’s legs. “Nah, we just spend too much time together.”

“We don’t spend enough time together.” Flamedramon retorted, tapping claws along Digitamamon’s shell. 

Digitamamon gave a skeptical expression, snickering, “We spend every second together, you dork.” 

“Still not enough.” Flamedramon growled playfully in return, leaning in. 

Digitamamon rolled his eyes, “Dork.” He repeated, but went on tip toes to meet Flamedramon’s muzzle. His black, inner form extended, their lips pressing together for a long kiss. 

“I love you.” Flamedramon cooed as their lips parted. 

“I love you too.” Digitamamon said, a rare moment where his voice was sweet and loving. “Now, what were you thinking about cumming for them? What’s worth taking my treat away from me, hmm?” He grumbled, voice gravely again. 

Flamedramon puffed and leaned back, hands resting on the bar, reclining. With his legs spread around Digitamamon’s egg, Flamedramon’s slit was right there, just in front of Digitamamon’s opening. His pink tip had descended back inside, but the slit was still slightly swollen with arousal and a mess of pre and Cyberdramon saliva. 

“Actually, I was going to ask just what you had planned.” Flamedramon said, while his paw traveled and teased down his torso. Reaching his slit, he spread it open with his fingers, exposing the slick, pink interior and dormant shaft. “I was guessing you were going to fuck me and make me cum internally real quick… then keep fucking me, right?”

Digitamamon was zeroed in on the spread slit, eyeing it hungrily. “Just because that’s my go-to move doesn’t mean I was going to do that!” Digitamamon protested, glancing up briefly. “I was thinking… a pent up foot job. A little reward for working so hard today.” Digitamamon’s purple hands rest on Flamedramon’s thighs as he leaned in. His black head extended from its shell, fanged mouth opening to let his tongue out. Flamedramon’s paws gripped tighter at the bar as the tongue dug into him. Lips sealing against his slit, massaging and allowing Digitamamon to suck on the sensitive flesh. 

“Mmph… Then I think we can still… combine plans.” Flamedramon worked out amid groans. Being eager was great for giving oral, and the Cyberdramon had given a passionate effort, but nothing could beat hands-on experience between two individuals. Digitamamon’s tongue was working deep inside the dragon, ignoring the shaft inside, instead licking, massaging, and teasing all the most sensitive points of Flamedramon’s inner walls. 

The tongue slurped in a circle, wrapping around Flamedramon’s shaft for a brief squeeze before it dug beneath the shaft and dug against the lump of Flamedramon’s prostate. Flamedramon thought it would be a brief tease, but the tongue kept digging and working. 

“You’re going to make me cum.” Flamedramon growled, patting atop Digitamamon’s shell. 

Digitamamon’s tongue stopped inside Flamedramon. Flamedramon felt a frustrated puff of breath against his groin before the tongue sluggishly pulled free. Flamedramon could hear Digitamamon smacking and licking his lips as he stood up proper again, the seam of his crotch window visibly bulging. 

“For being your strongest competition as hottest digimon… Renamon doesn’t taste anywhere near as good as you do.” 

Flamedramon laughed heartily at that, slipping forward and off the bar. “You think so? I didn’t get to taste his cum, just his dick. You leave any of it in there?” 

Digitamamon took a step back and walked toward the register, where all the bar’s light switches were. “Doubt it.” He growled amid a hearty chuckle.  

“Brat.” Flamedramon teased in return, leaning back on the bar. “So this is what I’m thinking.” He continued, sharing his plans for the Cyberdramon. After flicking off the lights, Digitamamon came back to face Flamedramon. He pulled one of the dragon’s feet up, caressing and massaging it while Flamedramon gave details. The dragon leaned back on the bar, the attention greatly appreciated after his busy day. 

“Sound good?” Flamedramon purred, relaxing back again as Digitamamon got at his other foot. 

“Yeah, sounds great!... You really are kind of mean, though. Teasing the poor Cyberdramon like that.”

Flamedramon gave a bit of a grin, “It’s playful fun. And maybe he’ll be more behaved after it.” 

Digitamamon snorted and rolled his eyes, “Right. Well… we’ve left your new toys upstairs for long enough. Shall we?” Digitamamon suggested, setting Flamedramon’s foot back down. 

“Yeah. I can’t wait to paint your soles, my balls are aching for release.” Flamedramon whined, standing up off the bar and stretching. He led the way, Digitamamon following after a brief moment of locking up.