Adamon took one look at Bradley in his new dress and thought to himself, ‘Yep, I’m into crossdressing’. The salamander stared at the gecko as Bradley twirled left and right in the knee length dress that Bradley decided to put on as a whim. Well sort of, Bradley was the kind of gecko to just try things and damn the consequences. More than once Adamon had to be the voice of reason and suggest that maybe open fire cooking in the apartment fire pit wasn’t a good idea, or attempting to make a lighting rod in Adamon’s parents’ backyard, or purchasing a $30,000 grand piano that absolutely wouldn’t have fit in their modest apartment, or…

“This is so unmistakably freeing. Why, I feel titillated with new found freedom, in both attire and anatomy.” Bradley remarked. The gecko’s orange with black spots contrasted against the cream, off white of the dress.

“Anatomy? What are you talking about?” Adamon asked, unable to look away as Bradley continued to spin.

“Well, ma cheri, I made the impulsive decision to forgo undergarments with this experiment. So far, the outcome has been positively, well, positive.” Adamon blinked.

“Wait, your commando under that?” Bradley nodded at his fiance. Adamon felt blood rush to his face, as well as other places.

“I could indeed get accustomed to such sensations. Each step generates a pleasant breeze across my nether region.” Bradley grabbed at the hem of the dress and pulled it up slightly while curtseying. Adamon gulped and looked away. The feeling of his own nethers awakening and becoming very constricted by the jeans he wore.

Bradley trotted over and sat next to Adamon on the couch, perfectly arranging his legs under him to avoid ripping the cotton. Bradley grabbed Adamon’s arm and snuggled close to the other lizard. “What do you think, ma cheri?” Bradley asked.

“I think it looks very good on you.” the salamander responded, keeping his deeper thoughts to himself. Bradley narrowed his eyes at Adamon, his lips pursed slightly. "What?" Adamon asked.

"You're lying." Bradley responded. His tongue flicked out with the accusation.

"I'm not lying!" Adamon responded both honestly and way too quickly to be convincing.

"Ma cheri, lies of omission remain what they are. Lies, indeed." Bradley said. The gecko tapped his partner's nose playfully. Adamon's blush deepened.

"I think you look hot, and that your not wearing underwear excites me." Adamon said. Bradley, unfortunately, could read him too well. Bradley smiled.

"Well, that wasn't as laborious as a task of Hercules, was it?" Bradley responded with a chuckle as he settled into the cuddle. Adamon sighed, he reached around to pull the gecko closer.

"No. It wasn't, it's just.. a new kink." Adamon admitted.

"Ohh, quite turned on by my attire, are you?" Bradley teased. He had leaned in to whisper it right into Adamon's ear. The soft yet harsh sounds triggered tingles up and down his spine, especially the consonants. He gulped but nodded. His fiance giggled, clearly taking pleasure in his manipulation of Adamon.

The gecko just slipped out of the embrace and maneuvered to the far end of the sofa. He leaned back and laid on the arm rest. His legs were still neatly folded but from his angle Adamon could look just a little up his skirt, nothing more than spots along his thigh, a drop to slake his thirst that was quickly growing. 'Fucking tease.'

"Bradley?" He asked knowingly.

"Addi." His fiance responded coyly.

"What are you trying to do?"

"Is it not obvious?" He responded with a raised eyebrow, a side smile, and a smirk.

"Humor me."

"Well you, Addi. I'm trying to do you." He said with a wink. Adamon snorted as he smiled at his partner. 'Alright, that was smooth as hell.'

"In your new dress?" Adamon asked, it was quite a purchase to immediately ruin.

"Would you want me any other way?" He asked as he inched up the hem another inch higher. More spots came to view but not the spot that Adamon wanted to see. 'Well, I tried.'

The salamander turned and crawled towards his partner. He settled so he was fully on his back. Adamon had his sights set on the hem. Where cloth met legs. He crawled closer, his member still pressing against the insides of his clothes. Inch by inch towards his goal, drawing out the anticipation. A mound of dress started rising, a testament to Adamon's effect back on Bradley. There weren't many sounds besides the crinkle of the couch under them and their own elevated breaths.

Bradley's legs split to grant his partner more access as he pulled closer. Adamon was finger lengths away from his coveted prize, reaching out to grab the soft cotton. Holding there for just a second, the silence between them heightening the tension.

Only for Adamon to continue to crawl further. His eyes snaked up the mountains and valleys, the light sundress obscuring the form of his lover, his friend, his partner. His Bradley. He glanced up to his Bradley. His eyes looked back at him. The gecko's chest rising and falling. When their eyes met, Bradley melted.

"Oh Addi.." he sighed. Adamon crawled closer, head passing his partner's chest.

"Yes, Bradley?" He said. They were finally face to face. Looking down, Bradley closed his eyes and tilted his head to the right, exposing his neck. That was all the gecko gave in response. Adamon knew what he wanted, besides Adamon himself of course.

The salamander could smell him, feel his heat, see his need. He didn't make him wait anymore.

His lips met scale, the soft ones along Bradley's neck. Adamon closed his eyes, he focused only on how his partner's body felt on his lips, the salty taste of scale. Bradley sighed deeply, his shoulders wiggled. Adamon's weight upon him kept him still. Arms snaked around Adamon's sides, pulling at his shirt, at his arms, his shoulders. Anything he could reach. The sounds of kissing accompanied the sounds of fabric on fabric. Two bodies intertwining in passion just about to break free. Adamon sucked Bradley's neck. Arms burning from keeping from smothering his partner too much, it was a delicate balance.

"Addi.. oh, Addi.." Bradley moaned. Adamon knew what he wanted, but held off for half a minute more. Anything to string along the moment longer. Feeling the light humps of his partner's hips into his own. When he did start it was slow. Centimeters at a time. A small peck and trail of kisses along the neck. Bradley's hands came up and gripped his head, trying to push him quicker towards his destination. Adamon resisted.

He forged down the gecko's chest, across his new dress, along his sternum as it pulsed with Bradley's breath and heartbeat. Adamon pulled his hands across his partner's flank. Rubbing his arms and hips and thighs, anything he could touch and grab and hold. Just to push his partner a little further into his fits of passion. Bradley moaned above him, his back tensed as Adamon made it to his belly. The stiff mound of his partner's member pushed against the salamander's chest. The feeling of being ignored for the past five minutes must have made it sensitive. Adamon could smell Bradley’s arousal, a musk he was intimately familiar with.

Adamon pulled up from his partner's body. He looked at Bradley, his pupils wide and dilated. He was a panting mess. Adamon smiled.

"How you feeling?" The salamander asked.

"Addi, please.." the breath was shaky, but needy. The words were drenched with it.

"Please what, Bradley?" Adamon asked, reveling in the power he had over the gecko. It's what Bradley had asked for after all.

"Must I beg?" He whined.

"No, but tell me, Bradley. What do you want? What desire can I fulfill for you?" He whined and looked away. Adamon knew, he was certain what Bradley wanted. Adamon wanted him to say it. Aloud. Adamon grabbed one of Bradley's hands from atop his head. He pulled it to his lips. He gave each knuckle a quick peck. His other hand slid up his skirt to his mid thigh and no higher. Giving him soft pets, tantalizing him. Little pokes with his fingertips, tapping his buttons. Light smooches to his partner's hand including a couple to the engagement ring he gave Bradley, the one he wears everywhere.

"Tell me" he whispered. Bradley looked back at him, their eyes reaching across space to connect their souls. Two who bear their deep hidden wants to their pair.

"Addi, I want you.. Take me. I'm yours." He said. Adamon smiled.

"Your wish is my command, my prince." Adamon responded with a final kiss. "I'll be right back" he said as he stood up and headed to their bedroom.

"Please hurry!" Bradley begged. Adamon chuckled to himself as he went down the hall. He pulled off his tee and popped the button of his pants off. He rifled through their bedside table for a condom and their tube of lube. He stepped out of his pants and underwear as he went back down the hall, back to where Bradley was waiting. Just not where he left him.

Bradley had gotten up from the couch and was bent over the coffee table, presenting his backside to Adamon as he walked into the room. Desire plastering his face, he wiggled his butt to entice Adamon on. It worked. The dress waving in the wind as its wearer danced under its thread. While bent over, it hiked up a bit. Black scales like constellations pointing towards his tasty prize. Adamon’s semi perked up a little stiffer as he bent behind the prostrating gecko.

“Do you know just how sexy I find you?” Adamon asked as he felt up his legs and thighs, just admiring his fiance’s form.

“Sexy enough to forgo the foreplay?” Bradley asked, some slight hesitation in his voice.

“Never, not with an ass like this.” Adamon said as he gripped a cheek on his lover’s behind, the flowy cloth bunching in his fist. Bradley pushed back into the touch.

“Addi, I-”

“Shhh, I’ll be quick.” He said as he popped the cap of the lube off. A dollop of cool liquid on his finger, a fistfull of dress in the other, he unwrapped his present. Adamon loved Bradley, and everything about Bradley, but one of Adamon’s favorite things about Bradley was his ass. Two perfect cheeks with just enough heft to fit his hands, little black dots freckling his skin, the tattoo of his name, “Addi’s”, on Bradley’s lower back. That was a fun surprise, when the gecko came home with a smile on his face a couple months ago 

The cool liquid slipped down his finger and pulled him back to the present. He pulled a cheek to the side, his lover’s hole winked at him, anticipating what’s to come. Adamon didn’t make it wait long. Small circles, little tugs outward, the gasp and slight flinch as cold fluid met sensitive flesh. The involuntary clenches. As much as he wanted to tease the fuck out of Bradley, he was just as ready to move on, his own loins aflame, and had a promise to deliver on.

“Relax..” He said, and gave Bradley a second. The gecko took a breath. Adamon pushed. The ring yielded quickly, it was quite used to the treatment. Bradley, however, never seemed to get used to it. He groaned out long and low. The muscles clamping around the invader.

"Fuck.."

"How's that feel?" As he wiggled around in the tight hole

"Not enough.. lube." He said with grunts.

"Told you we needed to prepare." Adamon said with a hint of vindication.

With a whine, Bradley put his head down to the table. And pushed back into the salamander's finger, trying to coax him deeper, feel more. Experience more. Adamon twisted and tugged to the sides, playing with each fold he felt in there. The entire time it spasmed, trying to push his finger out while Bradley’s mind only wanted him further in. A delicious oxymoron. Adamon smirked as he pulled his finger free. Slowly.

“Ohh, Addi..” Bradley moaned his name as he writhed on the coffee table. He shifted his knees to a wider stance. His orange and black hands snaked down to pull apart his mounds. His valley on full display for his lover, the ring glistening with some of the remaining lube. Adamon was hypnotized. “I fear to tell you that if you don’t stick something back up there immediately, I’ll have to take what I desire by force.” Bradley was being completely serious, which made the statement completely hilarious to Adamon. He managed to stifle his laughter as he ripped the condom wrapper open, a quick and practiced move later and his shaft was encased in the rubber. A squirt of lube, one to his penis, one to his lover’s hole. And preparations were complete.

He shuffled up to his mate’s behind, to feel the heat. However he could resist one final tease. Adamon dragged his cock up and down Bradley’s crack. The shaft slick with aid of the lubrication. “Ready for my cock, my prince?” He joked.

“I have been wishing for this ever since I put the dress on.” He admitted with his eyes still closed, head buried in the wood of the table. The admission that this was all a plan, a plot to get to this moment was like liquid love. It filled the cup that was Adamon’s heart. He wasn’t going to hold back any more.

Tip kissed tailhole.

“Wish no longer then.” A short thrust, a soft groan, a tight grip, a kiss to a neck, a sinking feeling, breath catching in lungs, hips coming together. Adamon gave his all, and Bradley accepted every inch.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…” Bradley repeated as his intimate nerves popped like fireworks. The gecko squirmed, small little motions to and fro, anything to feel more, extract more pleasure from Adamon. The top rested atop his bottom’s back planting delicate kisses on the nape of neck. He paused there, deep inside his lover. Just enough to acclimatize Bradley, loosen him up further, and feel him fidget. To extract his own pleasure.

He pulled back an inch and sawed it back in, squeezes to his shaft alerted Adamon to the dull pain and pleasure he sparked in his lover. The humps were slow, he liked to take things slow, let it build, fill, and then overflow. He grabbed handfuls of fabric, the dress that incited this moment. It became his anchor, his counterweight to push stronger and stronger into Bradley. The gecko was a horny mess. His head was still buried to the wood, assuredly feasting on pleasure as fantasy turned to reality. He squeezed back in rhythm to Adamon’s thrusts, holding him for just a second at his deepest before briefly relaxing to let the cock slip back out.

Seconds turned to a minute, the thrusts grew longer. A further pull, and prolonged push. But no faster, Adamon kept the same pace. One he could go for as long as he needed to. Percolating in the tantra. A patient game between the two lovers, one Adamon won more than he lost, but he didn’t keep track. He only tracked the soft moans, the breathy whispers, the number of spots on Bradley’s neck he had and hadn’t kissed yet. Bradley moved first. His arms leaving his hips as Adamon had secured a foothold in him. He bent his elbows and grabbed the back of Adamon’s head, anything to hold as a storm of feelings wracked him around.

“Oh.. Addi..” He turned his head to the side and cast his eyes behind him, meeting his lover’s own. Adamon smiled and intentionally interrupted his rhythm, a particularly brisk and bruteish thrust. The plap of legs meeting rump dueted by a vibrato moan. “Fuck, Addi. Again.” Plap. “Again.” Plap. “Again.” His eyes drifted closed. Their call and response, the music of their love making, sung to an empty apartment. “Again.” not more than a whisper.

Adamon let go of the dress, its form a pale beauty to the true masterpiece within it. He straightened his back, drawing to the full height he could while kneeling behind his prince. The salamander secured Bradley by the hips. His angle adjusted, his force diverted, his thrusts direct, but no faster. Bradley hissed and panted as he was taken, his paws gripping the edges of the table. The salamander felt his oncoming orgasm, unable to stave off cumming for much longer.

“I’m close.” Adamon said, the first words that passed his lips since starting in earnest.

“Don’t you dare stop.” his prince commanded. Adamon obeyed. He sped up. The effects were immediate. Bradley’s moans got louder, Adamon’s resolve evaporated. He let himself go. Lost himself in the pleasure, the sounds, the noise, the smell, the love. His own pleasure prioritized over Bradley’s. He huffed and grunted, filling the room with another instrument. Tempos increased. Two beasts rutting. Two lovers interlocking. Both were one and the same. Adamon took everything Bradley had, and Bradley gave it just as readily.

It couldn’t have been a minute longer before Adamon exploded. “Fuuuuck!” He shouted out as he buried everything he could into Bradley. His cock swelled, his muscles flexed, his cum shot out. He was flying for a few seconds, before settling back down in his body. He was panting, residual spasms of his muscles. Adamon looked at the ceiling, the taupe color bringing him down from his high. He laughed in his afterglow. “Fuck. I fucking love you.” he said.

“Addi, help me. I’m so close.” He heard in response. Adamon looked down at his lover. Their eyes met. The small pool of drool on the table, the way his chest rose with his breaths, the white of his knuckles as he gripped whatever they could. Adamon immediately moved into action, he reached around and sought his Bradley’s dick. There was little ceremony as he gripped it and stroked. The tip was wet with Bradley’s pre. The sweet moans returned, along with tiny little humps, the instinct of a male to move while his dick was stimulated. It was quick, but Adamon made it quicker.

“Cum for me, Bradley.” He whispered into Bradley’s ear, soft and sweet, just how the gecko did to him.

“Ah. Ah. Ah.” tender moans sounded. Adamon felt Bradley’s internal muscles like a vice on his overstimulated cock. The quiet, wet sounds of cum hitting the carpet. A climax. Adamon milked him until the grips on his dick stopped. Bradley breathed softly. Adamon kissed spot after spot on his face, neck, cheek. Wherever he could reach. They sat, still connected, drinking in the other’s afterglow.

“I love you, Adamon.” The gecko said. Adamon chuckled. He always said that, everytime Adamon got him off. It was his favorite part of sex.

“I love you too, Bradley.” he said in between kisses.

“So, I assume this dress tickled your fancy adequately?”

“Is the load I just fucked into your ass not enough of an answer?”

“Well, indeed. But as you know, I prefer primary sources of evidence. Especially when they concern you.” Bradley smiled. Adamon rolled his eyes as he kissed his lover’s cheek.

“Then, Bradley. Yes, I loved the dress. Would you wear it for me again?”

“Absolutely, I would. Though part of me wonders something.”

“What?”

“One wonders, not to pressure you or anything, however, would you wear it for me?” He asked with a smile, the gleam in his eye that Adamon recognized when he had an impulse, a new whim he wanted to experience.

“Hmm.” Adamon hummed as he wondered himself.