“There, there…”
        	“F-fuck, fuck everyone!” Varley wailed.
        	Balty, a sharp edged hawkmon clearly designed for the brutality of battle, was once again reduced to being a shoulder for his white furred digi-partner dragon to cry on. As Varley sobbed on the edge of his bed, Balty patted his back in a practiced rhythm he believed gave the most comfort. A very small part of Balty, emotionally coupled to his partner, felt his pain. Though, the vast majority of him just frankly didn’t understand. None of it made sense, not the ‘relationships’ Varley keeps breaking up from, neither did the phrase ‘there, there.’ What did it even mean? Signifying the speaker’s presence? The distressed listener’s presence? Unless their distress is a literal existential crisis, that phrase does nothing to reaffirm confidence or instill optimism. Nonetheless, it seemed to be working. “There, there…”
        	“Why does every hot guy always turn out to be an asshole?” He paused to wipe away tears. “F-fuck it, I’m gonna be alone forever.”
        	“Not at all, sir.” Balty was happy to see said ‘boyfriend’ go. This might be the start of a positive change in his digi-partner’s life. “62% of people your age are in real partnerships, statistically you’re more likely to find a suitable woman than not.”
        	“What?” He peered an aggrieved blue eye through his blond hair. “You know I’m gay!”
        	Balty sighed, frustrated with the pattern he’s watched unfold over and over. What Furry Earth dwellers call ‘compassion’ wasn’t working, it’s time for some logic. “Master Varley, this keeps happening again and again. Don’t you think if maybe you tried giving a nice, beautiful female dragon a chance, that it might last next time?”
        	Varley returned narrowed eyes. “Balty, please don’t be stupid right now alright? I’m upset enough.”
        	Balty inhaled and held his tongue. His partner is in pain right now, it’s his duty to be understanding. “Master, please, think about this.” He inched closer to caress Varley’s shoulder and sneered when he looked down. His dragon partner usually forwent pants, giving a clear view of his thick white sheath and sizable balls. Balty shook it off, he had no idea how another male could be attracted to this. “Your kind are meant to mate with the opposite sex. Your bodies are quite literally built for it. Imagine how much happier you’d be in a stable relationship with your own family.”
        	Varley sighed and wiped away the last of his tears. “Balty…” He looked up at his hawkmon, his sour mood written all over his face. “I’m, fucking, gay. I like sucking cock. I don’t want kids, and I don’t want some annoying bitch or her blown out pussy. Do you fucking understand?”
        	“Sir, that kind of attitude is completely childish.” A hint of disdain sharpened his voice.
        	“What?”
        	“I’d expect the notion of finding women ‘unappealing’ simply for being female from the likes of toddlers, not an adult who at your age should have long begun to take life seriously.”
        	Varley’s expression flipped from annoyance, to surprise, to full on offended rage. “Wha-, what the fuck is wrong with you?! I’m not some fucking kindergartner, I’m gay! I didn’t choose what my dick likes!”
        	“Love and happiness goes far beyond sexual gratification, although this juvenile mindset shows some marginal improvement from moments ago.”
        	“This is more than just finding people hot, I was in a serious relationship!”
        	“Then why did you ‘break up’ with him?”
        	Varley blinked, and the fire in his eyes flickered. “I-I don’t want to talk about it.” He looked away. “J-just, leave me alone!”
        	A small part of Balty could feel the sting of that reverberate through him. He went on in a softer tone. “It’s because you only thought you loved him, you thought it was serious. You found him attractive and thought it was something deeper.” He laid a claw on his shoulder.
        	 “Fuck you, I know I loved him! We shared dreams, we shared secrets! W-we talked about planning a life together.” Tears clouded his vision once more. 
        	Balty rolled his eyes. “Any two people can ‘share dreams.’ You’ve probably had the same discussions with your best friend in preschool, gossiping about how repulsive the girls were, plotting some outlandish plans to ‘take over the world.’”
        	 “Stop comparing me to a child, asshole!” He ripped Balty’s claw off his shoulder. “We had real plans! We were gonna save money, travel and see shit, m-maybe buy a house…help each other with our dreams…” His lip trembled. “H-how could y-you say this shit, you’re supposed to be my f-friend!”
        	 “It’s irrational!” Balty’s voice rose. “You were going to invest so much of your life to what?! Frolicking around Earth with a man you found attractive for mere minutes?! And what would result? No children, no legacy, nothing to be proud of!”
        	 “God!” Varley rasped. “And I thought you’d support me the most!” He paused to wipe his eyes. “You, you, y-you’re not from here Balty, you just don’t get it! With your shitty, weird, digiworld mindset!”
        	“This is supporting you! I don’t need to be from this world to understand irrationality when I see it! Plenty of your kind love in more natural ways! Without doing whatever horrid acts you and this ‘boyfriend’ called ‘sex!’”
        	“So you think I’m crazy huh? Crazy for wanting to be loved? For wanting to be happy? Go ahead, hurt me like he did, like everyone else…” His voice broke, on the edge of a sob.
        	Balty was unphased. “No, not crazy, just stubborn and immature. It’s a phase that, again, most Earth residents would have long outgrown at your age, but I know you’re capable of maturing out of it.” Varley stared through narrowed eyes. “Though, some therapy might not be such a bad idea. Perhaps it could get to the root of some trauma that corrupted your idea of love or masculinity, or maybe resolve an insecurity that you’re…Master?” His dragon partner had abruptly stood up and started walking out of his room.
        	 “Fuck you.” He hissed.
        	“Master-”
        	“Fuck you!” He shouted, tears brimming in his eyes. He stormed out of the room, and moments later Balty could hear the apartment door slam shut behind him.
        	Balty sighed, a feeling of guilt started to wash over him. Was he being too cruel with his digi-partner? He was angry, sure, but he truly wanted the best for his partner. He knew what kind of horrors a same sex ‘pairing’ could result in.
        	He had terrible memories from the digi-world, witnessing what resulted of his best friend, a filmon, after being raped and savagely marked by some monster tortomon. He was nearly unrecognizable. His white and grey fur was stained yellow and matted with semen. That formerly confident sharp toothed smile and cocky walk was replaced with a whimpering grimace and a terrified limp. He carried the heavy stinging scent of urine, musk, and sex from his abuser, a mark of his ownership. Temporary, but remembered forever.
        	That wasn’t love, that wasn’t happiness, that was evil. He couldn’t let anyone he cared about ever suffer like that again. And he’d never let himself fall prey to whatever ‘love’ Varley thought was possible with another male. Giving or receiving, it caused too much pain.
        	He sighed once more getting up from Varley’s bed. He felt a need to go after him…no. No, he shouldn’t treat him like a child, that’s half of what sent him away in the first place. His partner’s intelligent, he’s just…confused right now. He’ll be back, and he’ll come to see reason soon enough.
***
        	Varley sighed. He found himself again on the edge of his bed with his hawkmon partner in proximity, though this time in no need of comfort. One claw held his phone while the other impatiently kneaded his growing erection. Behind him, Balty stood on the bed watching, eagle eyed and silent, as he had been for the past two days. “Balty, can you just…leave me the fuck alone for like 5 minutes?”
        	 “I can’t risk you being alone in your current emotional state.”
        	 “You still think I’m gonna kill myself or something?”
        	 “Not necessarily something that rash, but you’re at a state where self-harm is a real possibility.” Balty recounted with some guilt that this might be partially his fault. 48 hours after Varley’s break-up and their subsequent argument, he could feel that sting was still there.
        	He sighed. “Balty, I’m fine. This has happened before-”
        	 “I know.”
        	Varley narrowed his eyes at the comment. “Fuck you. I’m just gonna jack off a few more times, and I’ll be over it. And if you want to help, you’d leave me alone. Right now.”
        	 “I know you think you’re fine, but I can feel it. Master, I know this feels like a burden but I’m only doing this in your best interest.”
        	 “Fine, whatever. I’m still gonna jack off.” Varley started to scroll through his phone.
        	 “So be it.” His dragon partner made that declaration so confidently, yet moments later Balty saw a blushing eye peeking back at him.
        	 “Are you still fucking watching?”
        	 “Yes, I implied I would for your sake sir.”
        	 “Oh my god…” Varley grumbled. He gulped and turned back to his crotch.
        	 From behind Balty could only see the subtle shuffles of Varley’s arms. “Sir, shouldn’t you be using a towel?”
        	 Varley flinched. “W-what?”
        	 “For the semen, so when you ejaculate it doesn’t make a me-”
        	 “Jesus Balty, I can catch it! Just…f-fuck off!” Varley sputtered as red tinged his face.
        	Balty of course did no such thing. He watched his partner browse his phone for presumably pornographic content, which was also presumably…male. Moments later, the voice emanating from his phone proved that correct. Balty shook his head in disapproval and pity.
        	 “Hey guys! Oh my god…” The cheery voice immediately faltered to one of strain. “Fuck, I have to piss so bad…” Balty raised an eyebrow. So, this isn’t pornography? “I had like, 3 cups of coffee and a bottle of water at work, and I’ve been holding it in all day for you.” The speaker seemed to pant in between words spoken with a sultry tone. “Aw fuck…augh, I almost didn’t make it home…” That comment sounded somewhere between a moan and a whine, it made Balty’s other brow rise. “I already pissed a little in my underwear. Let me move my hand…can you see the spot?” W-what? “Oh shit, my dick’s dripping! Hmmmph!”
        	“Mmmmfh.” A soft moan escaped Varley and a soft beating sound quickly filled the room. Balty’s mouth dropped watching his arm vigorously shift up and down. He’s…he’s enjoying this?!
        	 “O-oh fuck, it all almost came out just then.” The speaker continued after a sigh of effort. “Shit, I gotta run to the bathroom.”
        	The beating sound grew slick and sticky. Varley hunched towards his phone as he took hungry strokes, so infatuated over what was happening on his screen. “Sir…” Balty started. “What on Earth are you watching?”
        	 Varley’s back went stiff as a board, he turned a flustered face at his hawkmon. “Goddamnit Balty, if you’re gonna be an asshole again, just, get out!” He yelled, beet red.
        	 “Sir, I’m not trying to critique you,” Balty responded, a softer tone to his voice. “I’m genuinely curious. I’ve never seen such actions used in a pornographic context.” He inched closer.
        	 “Hey, hey!” Varley flinched as Balty leaned over his shoulder, taking in a view of the erect cock in his claw. 
        	 Balty blinked, at that moment he realized he’s only ever seen Varley’s sheath, not his actual penis. And, the cock before him was not at all what he would’ve expected. Its pink knotted base sprouted from a bush of blonde pubic hair and transitioned to a humanoid shape along its modest 5-inch length. Varley’s detached white fleshy sheath had reduced completely underneath his swollen knot, with his exposed glans glistening in a layer of precum. Balty looked down at his own genitalia, a slit that was well camouflaged in a coat of red feathers. During moments of arousal a tapered penis sprung forth from the fleshy opening, much different from the sex Varley possessed. He tilted his head, how peculiar.
        	 “This is so fucking weird…” Varley mumbled, a blush deepening. “Look dude, if I show you this you can’t keep bitching about me being gay.”
        	 “If you mean critiquing your lifestyle, I’ll never stop using logic and sharing my concerns for you. But I may learn something that could give me a new perspective.”
        	 “Fine.” Varley tapped his phone to unpause the video. The camera was aimed downward and the initial view was blurred as its holder rapidly dashed through a carpeted house. The speaker paused before what was presumably the bathroom door, his gold avian feet pounding the floor. Balty could make out his bouncing bulge in a pair of tight briefs, a dark wet blotch covering a substantial portion of fabric.
        	 “Oh fuck…” The door opens and the speaker skitters in, his toe claws tapping the ceramic tiles as he danced. The camera shifted upward, and the speaker’s face became clear, a light blue eagle with tropical patterns and blonde head feathers. His black tipped beak and yellow eyes briefly took up the entire field of view as he closed in to adjust the camera on the corner of the sink. “Ah…” He backed away and doubled over on his crotch. “I pissed some more…” He said in the same pained moan from earlier. He grit his teeth and smiled as he squirmed in place.
        	 “He can’t even stand still…” Varley mumbled, a hint of excitement rising in his voice. “Fuck…imagine how that feels.”
        	Balty traded looks between the screen and Varley’s twitching erection. “I…I…don’t understand…he’s in pain and yet…he enjoys it? And…you enjoy his pain, Master?” Those dark thoughts on same sex pairings started to fill Balty’s head again. Both Varley and this eagle enjoyed pain, no wonder these pairings often ended in such cruel ways.
        	 “Well…kinda.” A small smile breached Varley’s maw. The need for a fetish explanation brought to mind enduring convos with past boyfriends. “But it’s not really pain, more like a buildup of pressure.”
        	 “Those can be the same thing.”
        	 “Yeah but it’s not a bad kind of pain, y’know?”
        	 “No. I don’t know.” Balty replied with an edge of unease in his voice. Under what circumstances is torturing your body a ‘good’ kind of hurt?
        	 “C’mon, don’t be a bitch!” Varley could see his partner’s discomfort. “It gets better, just wait.”
        	 Balty begrudgingly turned back to the screen. “Ah…oh fuck…” The eagle moaned as he staggered towards the bathtub, hunched over and a claw on the wall for support. “Ah! Ah…” The eagle groaned in pain on each heavy step he took into the tub. He slowly turned around, his tongue hanging sensually out of his mouth as he panted and bedroom eyes staring back at the camera. His breath rasped with moans and his firmly held cock was fully erect in his grip, stretching the darkened fabric of his white briefs. He was enjoying it just as much as it hurt. “I’m gonna let go and see how long I can hold it. You ready?”
        	 “Fuck yeah…” Varley rasped. His other claw found its way back to his cock and gave hungry rubs.
        	 It was all so strange to Balty, the eagle genuinely enjoying his pain, the different composition of Varley’s penis, yet it was also intriguing. He wanted to see the end results, both of this video and Varley’s handwork.
        	 “Oh fuck…” The eagle gasped when he released his bulge. His face contoured with a smile as his lower body started to shake. “O-oh my g-god!” He barely strained out. The patch on his underwear expanded and thin dribbles began reaching down his blue thighs. His hips bucked and swayed like his legs were about to give out.
        	 “Sir…” A shiver went up Balty’s back feeling that built up tension. The eagle looked ready to explode, the pressure was quite literally leaking out of him. Balty squeezed his partner’s shoulder as if it could relieve the bird on screen.
        	 “You…like it?” Varley’s voice grew lighter with hope.
        	 Balty didn’t know if ‘like’ was the right word, but his heart started to race at the drama unfolding. “Ah shit…I can’t hold it!” The eagle rasped between pants. He pressed his legs together, Balty could see his thighs and arms flex as he strained in a last-ditch effort to delay his inevitable bursting. “Ahhh…” He groaned, his beak pointing to the ceiling. The space of his stomach just below his navel trembled, his bladder on edge. Balty’s breath hitched. That must be so painful, why isn’t he letting go?!
        	 Suddenly there was a hissing sound. “Oh f-fuck!” The eagle blurted. The drizzle at the tip of his bulge sprung to a thick stream that blasted through the fabric. “Oh…ahhhhhhh.”  The sound of heavy pouring into the bathtub rumbled through the phone’s speakers. The dribbles going down his legs accelerated into rushing rivers. Those raining legs still had an unsteady tremble, but for the opposite reason now. “That feels so good…fuck…” The eagle brought his claw back to his crotch to stroke the erection straining under his briefs, pleasured sounds continued to roll out of him.
        	 Balty could see all the tension leave the eagle’s face, it was almost as if the bird were melting before their eyes. Combined with the continuous sensual moans, it made Balty feel an overall new ease. He looked over at Varley, who was pounding away at his cock open mouthed. He let his eyes rest on that motion for a moment, observing how his dick veins bulged, and how his meaty shaft squished and pulsated around his claw. What peculiar anatomy… “I assume this is the ‘good’ part?”
        	 Varley froze mid-stroke, he seemed to forget about his digi-partner hovering over his shoulder. “U-uh, i-it’s all…pretty good.” He blushed as he released his cock, strings of pre stretching from his claw.
        	 “I can see the pleasure of finally releasing urine, though I’ve never thought of it in such a sexual context. But how is the long retention enjoyable?”
        	 “It’s not that painful, like I said it’s like a buildup of pressure. Everything feels all tight and raw around your dick, and you feel all that weight in your bladder just…pushing and squeezing, makes every touch down there super sensitive. And if you hold it long enough it’s like, it’s so tight you can’t even walk, and every little movement just…shoots tingles all through you…mmfh.” Varley’s cock shivered, his scenario so vivid he could feel it.
        	 “And that…feels good?”
        	 “It feels incredible. And it feels really good too when you know that the longer you hold it, the better that release is gonna feel when you finally piss it out. Oh…when it all just gushes out of you it’s almost like an orgasm how these waves just…roll from your bladder over and over, and you can’t feel anything except how good all that piss feels racing out of your dick…”
        	 “Oh…that’s very…queer.” Well biologically living creatures are supposed to find these bodily functions enjoyable, but Balty’s never enjoyed urination quite that much.
        	 Varley chucked. “Yeah, queer and degenerate.” Balty tilted his head, that agreement uneased him. “But I think you’ll really like it…I-I mean, if you’d ever stop being a bitch and try it on your own.” He burned red once more. Balty tensed at that idea. He had doubts that such a painful build up would be worth it, never mind the potential health risks that probably came with it, or how even Varley himself considers it ‘degenerate.’ Wait a minute…did Varley want him to-
        	 “Ahhh!” Balty’s thought process was interrupted by yet another loud moan from the video. “It’s still fucking coming…” The eagle had pulled his soaking briefs down to just below his balls. He gave his pissing length long slow strokes with one claw and used the other to rub his bladder just above this crotch. His mouth hung open and his body shook against all the competing sensations. Balty squinted at the eagle’s cock. It was different from Varley’s, a completely humanoid shape with an exposed rounded glans, and a different coloration. His pale blue shaft abruptly transitioned into the pink-red coloring of his cockhead. He looked between Varley’s penis and the one on the screen, wondering if their differences served any biological purposes, or led to different sensations at their touch.
        	 “God…he’s so fucking hot.” Varley bit his lip as his cock twitched and pulsed.
        	 “Strange…” Balty commented, tilting his head at the bobbing erection. It seemed to have a mind of its own.
        	 “Are you…” Varley followed his digi-partner’s eye line and blushed when he found where it landed. “Did…did you just call my dick weird?”
        	 “Not ‘weird’ per say, but it’s very different from my anatomy and it’s interesting.”
        	 “Wha…interesting?”
        	 “Yes,” Balty stepped from around his partner’s shoulder and shamelessly leaned in close to Varley’s cock. “Your genitalia are on the outside, as expected for a humanoid dragon, but I wasn’t expecting a knot. Perhaps it’s a curious remnant of a more feral ancestor? And your penis seems to react to the idea of pleasure, not even a touch is necessary for a movement of some kind.”
        	 Varley watched Balty squint and eye up his cock. He forced his expression from surprised to indifferent, though the deep shade of red on his cheeks betrayed him. “Well…”
        	 “Well, sir?”
        	 “Since you’re…looking at it and shit…”
        	 “Why yes, I am looking…” Balty felt unsure as the words left his beak. Why…why is he looking at another male’s genitals?
        	 Varley’s eyes shifted away. “I dunno…you wanna touch it or something?”
        	 “What?” Balty took note of the blushing expression on his partner’s face. Oh no, did he just accidently flirt with another male?
        	 “Look, look, you’re the one eyeing me up my-”
        	 “No.” He interrupted bluntly. “Master, you know very well that I’m not interested in sexual acts with another male.”
        	 “Don’t be dumb, that’s not what this is!” Varley snapped with an almost bratty intonation. “It’s just…you got an open mind right now, and you’re all suspiciously curious about my cock so…wouldn’t hurt to learn something r-right?”
        	 “Master-”
        	 “And don’t bitch about it being gay, it’s not like were gonna…f-fuck or anything. And, it’s not like I want you to touch it.”
        	“So then why?” Balty asked, taking a step back. He really hoped that his digi-partner wasn’t turning on him.
        	“Cause y-you’re the one asking all the weird ass questions!” Balty squinted, his mind hesitated on what that implication meant. “And you were pretty cool about the piss vid thing, and…since you’re all curious, maybe if you just, I dunno…learned more about dicks or something, you’d be less of an asshole to me.” He shrugged, a mix of downtrodden and frustration on his face as he looked to the floor.
        	Balty sighed, that guilt from their argument coming back. His partner was really going to such odd lengths purely to mend their relationship…well at least he claims he is. Even if he’s not and this is for some perverted gratification…fine. It’ll only be a minute or two, and only this once. This indirect act of acceptance will be Balty’s way of apologizing. And beyond that, he was genuinely curious. “Ok…I accept your proposition sir.”
        	“Really?” Varley’s eyes lit up, but then a shade of pink fell back on his face as he forced a casual expression. “W-well, g-go ahead…” Varley shifted his hips, pointing his leaning dick towards his digimon.
        	Balty kneeled and surveyed the phallus before him. He didn’t know of many Furry world penises to reference, but this had to be one of the most unique ones. The cock buoyed on each breath Varley took, as if it were a sleeping monster ready to stir at the lightest touch. Balty looked up and down its length for a suitable place to start his inspection. Varley’s knot, seeming out of place attached to the dragon, piqued his interest the most. He reached his claws out.
        	 “Wait, wait.” Varley stopped his partner.
        	 “What is it?”
        	 Varley let out a breath. “I was…close just then.” He mumbled, looking away.
        	 Balty scowled. “I’ll be careful then.”
        	 “It’s cause you’re acting all weird and making me nervous!”
        	Balty rolled his eyes and looked back at Varley’s cock. Seeing how his partner is apparently a nerve racked landmine, he decided to instead start off with a sniff.
        	Varley flinched. “Oh fuck.” He huffed.  His cock flinched with him and smacked Balty’s snout. “Don’t do that, it tickles!”
        	“Duly noted.” Balty mumbled, rubbing his nose. As if he needed another reason to prove males don’t make suitable mates. Though, he noticed that Varley’s penis had an unmistakably sour masculine musk similar to his own. Interesting…
        	With the gentlest touch he could manage, he grabbed hold of Varley’s appendage right along its meaty knot. Its owner gave a soft shudder, and Balty felt its flesh stiffen under his grip. Balty’s brow furrowed in a mix of offput and interest. In mere seconds the texture of Varley’s knot went from firm to solid with an aggressive pulse. Balty squeezed it just to see how much his flesh would give way and quickly discovered not much, his knot was indistinguishable from a stone. Balty shifted his claws upward, giving more cautious squeezes, each one evoking a twitch that flexed his wrist. He found most of Varley’s cock to be equally as solid, with only the underside, where spongy flesh surrounded his urethra giving any squish. It was also that soft underside that seemed to be the most sensitive. Even just a gentle touch made his partner wince and tremble.  “Are you enjoying this sir?”
        	 “Maybe I am…” Varley mumbled, looking bitter at the admittance.
        	 “Oh, how unexpected.”
        	 “D-don’t get sh-shitty, you, y-you’re the one, t-t, touching it like that!” He stuttered in between flustered, pleasured breaths.
        	 Balty released the mass to give him a moment to gain some self-control. Varley gasped and huffed letting his shaft shiver. Balty watched with an unamused look. So unnatural, but his dear partner just couldn’t help himself. Though the fact he felt so much pleasure from a male, even from the relatively unsexual act of a simple inspection, fascinated Balty more.
        	 Balty returned to Varley’s dick and leaned in close to his knot. In its erect state, his sheath had folded completely underneath, hugging his base like a fuzzy sock. It piqued Balty’s curiosity, he’s seen his partner’s sheath for as long as he’s known him but had never gotten to see what it contains. Varley huffed as Balty gently stretched out the plushy skin, revealing its pink furless underside. His eyes widened, he wasn’t expecting such a degree of elasticity, nor such a fleshy interior. He dipped a finger in and rubbed the tender sheath between two claws. Thin, smooth, soft, surprisingly squishy, and moist. And from the lack of Varley’s reaction, seemingly not anywhere near as sensitive as the rest of his penis. “What is the point of this?”
        	“W-what?” Varley said with a faraway look in his eyes.
        	“Your sheath sir,” Balty tugged on it once more, “And your knot.” He added with a squeeze, making Varley tense. “Female dragons don’t have the genitalia that require knots, and your penis appears humanoid enough to not require a sheath. Is it at least pleasurable to touch?”
        	“I-I dunno, I didn’t make my dick. And yeah, it does kinda feel good when I like…touch it, in some ways.”
        	“Really? In what ways?”
        	“God, this is so fucking awkward.” Varley had to look away before he explained. “The way you’re touching it now feels…p-pretty good.”
        	“You mean like this?” Balty tugged outward on his sheath and squeezed down on his knot in tandem.
        	He flinched. “Ah! Not that hard!”
        	“My mistake.” Balty released his cock. His sheath settled back down like slow furry elastic.
        	Varley exhaled. “But yeah, that…that feels nice.”
        	“Interesting.” Balty looked down at his slit. Not all too different from how a squeeze on his exposed penis would evoke pleasurable feelings. Although he imagined it must feel far better for Varley given his penis is immediately exposed. No wonder he’s been so fidgety, even the slightest touch must launch a thousand sensations. Hmmm…
        	“But it also feels good when I pull my sheath up over my knot and I can kinda feel it squeeze and stretch.”
        	“Like this?” Balty wrapped his claw around the ruffle of sheath flesh by his base and yanked it upwards over his knot. His claw paused for just a second before his sheath popped over the bulbous feature.
        	“Oh fuck!” Varley flinched so hard his bed shook. “Yeah, but not so hard, Jesus!” Balty stroked back down slower, this time feeling a more gentle resistance as Varley’s sheath glided back over his knot. “Oh…y-yeah, like that…”
        	Balty stroked slowly back up and watched intently as the sheath swallowed up his knot once more, seeing how the skin stretched and formed around the shape. His sheath reached its elastic limit about halfway up Varley’s erect length, Balty kept tugging to elicit that extra pleasure Varley claims it adds. It seemed to be working as his dragon partner looked back with half lidded eyes and deep breaths. “What feels particularly good about this?” Balty asked as he started another slow stroke down.
        	“I-it, it, u-uh…c-cause it k-kinda feels like…” Varley sputtered, struggling to gather his thoughts. “My sheath squeezes my dick a little every time it goes over, and it kinda feels like…I’m sticking my dick in something!” Balty stroked down and back up again, making sure to add an extra tug. “Oh my god…your claw feels so good…”
        	Balty stopped. That comment and the dreamy tone it was said in made him shudder. He didn’t know why, it didn’t emanate from the deep pit of disgust that Varley’s same-sex acts usually evoked from him. This time it was something that tickled his spine, almost an excitement. He didn’t like that. He also didn’t like that precum had begun oozing onto his claw.
        	“Balty?” Balty silently released his cock and stared at the strings of liquid clinging to his digits. “Oh, uh, well duh.” Varley blushed trying to maintain his apathy. “If you touch a cock like that, that’s what happens.”
        	“I…I-I shouldn’t have done this.” Balty mumbled, feeling that same shudder again.
        	“What? No! Don’t be a bitch, this still isn’t gay!”
        	“This is so unnatural…men aren’t meant to do this.” Balty hopped off the bed and headed to the bathroom without making eye contact.
        	“Balty…” Varley trailed off as his digi-partner left the room.
        	Balty was far too short to reach the sink without Varley’s assistance, so he instead hopped in the bathtub to wash his claw off. His mind was on autopilot at that point, feeling a visceral need to unsoil his fingers. But just as he reached for the faucet, he froze looking at the pre shining on his claw. Before it was gone, he just had to know. He couldn’t resist a sniff of that sticky liquid. He brought it close to his nose…salty…earthy…familiar… and unmistakably masculine. That familiar male musk stung his nose in a way that was almost pleasant. Hmmm…he better wash this off quick.