In the depth
Chapter 1

The emerald surface of the sea, peaceful yet dangerous, calm yet impetuous. Both an incredible and respected food giver but also a mighty force to be reckoned with, a ruthless killer that swallow the braves and the fishers alike, ravages village with fearsome storms and deadly tidal waves, slamming boat into cliffs with its vicious tide or shattering them with the primal force of its water. Those who lives near it show it an endless respect where strangers only see its beauty, the calm, warm and inviting salted waters hiding it's true deadliness; or only see in the large stretch of clear water reaching to the horizon where the sun and moon alike shines in its pristine reflections. Those who take see without honoring it, or offended her in anyway, or thought they could master it and force it to bend to their desire all payed the highest price with their life: their boat sunk, reduced to shreds by earthshattering tempest, those who dared to bath in it were sucked in the depth and never came back while the dams, bridges and harbors built above it, in a vein attempts of controlling it were all destroyed, blown to pieces, washed away from the surface of the ocean by this unstoppable natural force.
The villagers leaving in their small communities near the shores vowed a cult since their beginning to the see, thinking the gods were observing them from down below the water and tried to honor the sea in every way possible, offered to the waters gifts beyond belief, made sacrifices for the water gods, thinking that the blood would quench the god's thirst and anger, hoping to the tumultuous spirits, earn their blessing before going at sea. 
In the mean time they made little object in seashells, created runes in giant wales bones, imagining these to have unnatural powers. These peoples thought themselves blessed by the sea gods but never dared to explore, venture below the pristine waters and discover the truth. 
However, beneath the emerald surface of the sea, instead of omnipotent gods lied a totally different world. There, in the middle of fishes and corals a kind, foreign to those of the surface developed, soon becoming the kings of the sea. Indeed, below the waves another society had risen from the sands; from the dark depth of the ocean, kept hidden from the surface by the sheer fear the ocean inspired, they built their own city, created their own civilization, their rules, their way of life. When one surface inhabitant first saw one that accidently arrived on their shores, carried away by the current he first thought it was a monster, a demon from the great sea, a thing that even the water god rejected and sent them to take care of, or perhaps to get rid of. But as he got closer he saw the wounds, the blood, but more than anything he saw the beauty of those pristine sea green scales reflecting the sun in a gorgeous display of shimmering colors. It looked… perfect, a sleek form, a lean but powerful body, claws and fangs that rivaled those of sharks with ease, beautiful and slick, shiny colorful scales. The villager thought a long time about it. The water god wouldn't reject such a perfect creature… it must had lost itself in the borderless immensity or had been ambushed by one of the numerous threats of the sea. So the man decided to help the poor creature.
He called all his village for help and together rescued the creature, brought it in a place where they could feed and heal it. A few weeks later the creature left, vanishing in the sea once again, his wound healed and his strength regained. Since this day tales about these mighty and foreign beauties from the sea filled their book and their children's young mind. Since this particular day when a creature would come ashore the inhabitants of the surface would bow before it in a deep respect and offer it countless present: food and many thing they might not care about. The creature took what fitted their needs and fancy then dived back into the sea. Those short apparitions were seen has signs of the god's happiness and satisfaction to its believers. But reality was far different from their beliefs: the creatures they thought as their god's creations were only a species among a myriad of others that managed to rise on top of the food chain; a kind that had developed its own language, its own culture, dominating the sea. Covered in thick shiny scales, gifted with large fins, sharp claws, teeth capable to pierce deep into their prey's body, a sharp vision and what felt to them as a sonar allowing them to track and hunt their prey on long distances and be aware of any upcoming danger miles before it could harm them.
These were dragons, sea dragons; a kind of legend, full of mysteries in all aspects. Hidden by the sea that acted as a protective barrier for them they had spread all over the globe, taking over the seas and oceans as rulers….
He didn't know why but Squal was thinking about this old tale his great father counted him when he was only a hatchling as he gazed at the blue immensity around him, slowly looking upward, enjoying the magnificent shades color of the sea, becoming lighter and brighter the higher he looked, until he reached that point where sky and water met, sharing the same magnificent hug.
He shook his head, little bubbles escaping hi mouth. He had to stay focused on his mission. He crouched lower in the seaweed hiding him, staring at the large fish ahead of him. This was his target… his prey that he had been chasing for more than three intense hours and that now had stopped in an open area. He took several deep breaths… he mustn’t fail this time. He tensed his muscles, preparing his attack. The grey fish turned his gaze exactly in the opposite direction, offering him exactly what he was searching: a weak point where to stab. In the blink of an eye he leaped out of his hiding, agile like a snake, fast like the wind he rushed upon his prey, too swift for the weaker creature. In a flash he was upon him, his claws digging in his flesh, piercing the thick leather of the skin like it was only thin paper, blood gushing out of the wound, whipped away by the restless sea current. The fish, taken by surprise had no opportunity to react or defend himself, only squirming weakly in the dragon’s embrace; it was already far too late for him. Squal's sharp teeth sank in his flesh, giving him the last fatal blow. The creature fell flat in his grasp, a lifeless corps. He looked at his freshly claimed victim; a satisfied and somewhat sadistic grin spread over his lips. Some would have found it weird to be happy and proud of a kill but he found nothing strange in that. He just liked it… not the fact of killing someone and make a poor being suffer freely. No… what he was enjoying was the satisfaction of the well done work, the thrill of the hunt and the reward that came with it. Once again his eyes drifted toward the surface. He never knew why but what could be above his head always fascinated him. He dreamed of swimming to the surface and see for his own eyes the other face of the world above his water roof.
However he had more important matters to take care of first, a loud gurgles coming from his belly reminded him that he had eaten nothing since breakfast and that his long and exhausting chase had left him tired, with stiff muscles throbbing painfully… and far more important, starving. 
He glared at his dead prey wondering if he should eat it now, the blood pouring out of the wounds and in the water stirring his senses, his nostrils tickling with the scent of fresh blood, his maw watering in anger, every fiber of his being aching for the tasty looking fish. He shook his head vigorously, he had to stay focused; his prey wasn't for him… but for the community, his well-earned reward would come soon; he only had to be patient and wait a bit longer. With his still gurgling and protesting stomach he began to swim away, holding his prize carefully between his jaws; its blood pooling in the back of his mouth. Going back to the meeting point was the easiest part of the job: he just had to swim; and of course be on guard for any opportunist scavenger attracted by the stench of fresh blood. St was only routine for him so he swam calmly, his fins pushing him forward with ease. Thankfully nothing came into his way and he reached the meeting point in less than two minutes of a slow swim, carried by the warm currents. When he came to this so easily recognizable place he noticed that all the other where there, waiting for him. Their meeting point was placed atop of a deep canyon plunging straight into the abyss, on a dry patch of land from which they could see and be seen from afar. When he came closer Squal noticed another sea drake staring at him. A smile suddenly grew on the other dragon's face as he turned to the others and shouted happily. "Squal is back!"
Squal swiftly joined the circle they formed, giving the sea dragon that had noticed him a warm affectionate nuzzle on the cheek. "So Squal what did you bring us?" Chirped the guy playfully. "A big one Clowney" He replied letting go of the dead fish. "My my… you keep impressing me." "Like always Clowney… like always". Clowney, like he called him smiled amusingly.
Clowney was, like him, a see dragon wearing bright orange colored scales on most of his body with long white streaks all over his flanks, giving him the look of a clown fish. And like it wasn't enough this guy was a joker, often making the whole group laugh with his well-placed jokes.
Squal looked at the pile of fish in the center of the circle and smiled satisfiedly. It was a good day of work and the pay would be juicier. "Well done boys!" shouted an older purplish sea drake in charge of the hunt "You've done well and you'll be rewarded for this. Now let's put everything in the bags and get back to the city." The whole group let out all their joy, chirping and squealing happily. With large grin on their face they began to tidy all the dead fishes in bags, while playing like children. When all the bags were filled to the brim and tide with thick ropes they all grab one and the group swam back to the city, always staying near the sandy bottom, out of reach of any potential danger. 
Ten minutes of pulling the heavy bag later they had reached the city border. This sight always amazed Squal that looked at the shiny beauty of the submarine city covered by a glowing dome. Squal’s eyes lighten with amazement as he stared at the majestic city. With a natural ease they came in close, the few guards patrolling around the city made them a discreet sign without interrupting their rounds. In an instant they had crossed the solid looking dome enveloping the city, instead of meeting the toughness of a solid surface they went right through a strange gooey material. Behind this strange barrier there was no water, no instead they found themselves in a space deprived of water, the air dry and a bit damp. Since there was no water anymore they all had to walk on their webbed paw, which wasn’t a problem, all dragons doing the switch without trouble. 
Squal abruptly stopped, letting go of the rope between his fangs, coughing heavily, his maw agape gasping for air. "Squal are you ok buddy?" "I… I… I can't breathe…" he whimpered, gasping for air, his throat suddenly on fire, dry like a desert, rough like sandpaper. Clowney, seeing his friend in trouble ran to his rescue. "Breath slowly…" he whispered calmly, massaging his friends neck; just below his pounding gills, trying to help as best as possible. It wasn’t something out of the ordinary, switching from one breathing system to another could be hard and sometime cause this kind of distress, the body not reacting well to the brutal change of environment. But it mostly happened to newbies not used to get out of the city but Squal was a seasoned hunter who had done this countless times, why was it happening now? 
"I… I… can't… breathe…. I… I have no air…." squeaked Squal in panic. Clowney was worried for his friend; he didn't know how he could possibly help him; he could only stare at his suffocating friend as he desperately tried to catch his breath, his last reserve of oxygen fleeing from his burning lungs. The entire group was staring at him powerlessly; they couldn't help him in any way.
A guard that was watching the scene from the other side of the gelatinous cupola quickly dived on them, penetrating the dome like it wasn't even there and softly landed near them. They all made room for the large bulky sea drake as he came closer. From a satchel attached to his left flank he pulled out a grapefruit sized translucent ball he handed to Squal. But the young drake was too busy coughing and spitting his lungs to even notice it and too shaky to grab the orb. The guard sighed and grabbed Squal by the neck, jerking it upward before forcing his maws open and stuffing his mouth with the ball. Instantly it broke, flooding Squal's throbbing lungs with fresh and pure oxygen. He took a long deep breath, filling his lungs with this lifesaving substance his body craved for; thanking the Gods above to have put this benevolent guard on his path.
"Are you ok?" asks Clowney, hugging his friend with a relieved sigh. "Yes… I'm fine" panted Squal as his only answer. "I'll bring him back to his home." Let out the guard, his loud and deep rumbling voice imposing silence and respect to the whole group. Squal, without any protestation follows the white sea drake’s footsteps as he walked away. "Squal wait!" shouted the older drake taking care of the fish, as he ran into his direction. When the old drake arrived next to him, breathless Squal couldn't hold an amused giggle. "You've earned it." He mumbled, giving him a handful of shimmering golden coins. "Thank you" whispered Squal politely, quickly putting the money in the safety of a small bag he had carried all day. They left quickly; barely allowing him to say goodbye to his friends.
He followed the guards through the crowded streets of the main part of the city. It was market day so streets were full of peoples wandering in the streets between the shops and stalls disposed almost randomly in the sandstone alleys. Making their way through the dense crowd was far from easy and took them a long thirty minutes to get through. When they reached the much less crowded outer parts of the city Squal let out a long sound of relief. "This crowd was getting me insane…." The guard only snorted; looking pretty pissed off too. "Oh… and… thanks for the… oxygen bubble…" he mumbles, lowering his head until he could distinguish the little imperfection in the stone pavement. “It's starting to be expensive for me." "I know… I have a debt to you…" he whined, his voice full of gratitude and sorrow. "It's not about money Squal…" he sighed "The elder wants me to keep an eye on you… ok… that I can do; but I have something more important to do than play the nurse with you…" "I know". "You should really see a doctor." "For what purpose?! Having more of his useless pills and being stuck in my bed for a week, emptying my bowels all over the floor and being totally incapable of going to work!" he roared in frustration, "Because you know as well as me that it's not this fat ass Thyan that will move his big butt and bring back money or do the homework. Last time I still had to do all the cooking and cleaning when I was barely able to stand on my feet." The white drake smiled toothily, amused by the story. However in the blink of an eye he had regained his seriousness and growled "You should see a doctor before it gets any worse. And don't worry about Thyan he will hear reason one day or another… trust me. You have no idea of what people can do when they have no choice." "I hope so…"
They stopped in front of an apartment block, the buildings cut in a natural granite cliff. "You know I find your place really beautiful" compliment the white sea drake. "Me too… it's why I chose it."
Squal walked to the thick and tough glass and metal door and put his paw on a footprint mark in the wall. A feable glow radiated from the mark as a delightful warmth enveloped his scales. "Say hello to my little brother for me." shouted the guard before turning around and running away. "I won’t miss that" muttered Squal under his breath, the door opening with a discreet hiss.
He entered into the large and welcoming hall and climbed the large marble stairs all the way to the top floor. The whole building was quiet, the corridors empty, not really surprising at that time of the day, everyone was still at work. He walked to a door similar to the other and unlocked it. Behind it there was only a thick curtain of darkness letting no light filter inside.
He sighed and entered, pushing the door close with his tail. Immediately the darkness swallowed him as a pungent spicy musk assaulted his nostrils. Grimacing in disgust he made his way in total obscurity to the other side of the living room reaching for only source of light. A press of a button later and silently the thick curtains obtruding the windows moved to the side, offering him the best of view he could have dreamed of. On his right the tall and bright buildings of the city center, forming like a crowd of rock and steel around the spear: the tallest and most impressive building of the entire city; the only one that entered in contact with the dome at its top, a light blue glow basking the entire building in blinding light reflecting on all nearby buildings, further intensifying the blueish aura. And on the other side the purity and immensity of the untouched ocean stretching as far as the eye could see.
At this exact moment his quiet contemplation was interrupted by a familiar scent tickling his senses, snarling again he shook his head, the potent stench only growing stronger and stronger, infecting every cubic centimeters of air he breathed.
Stepping away from the window he took a long glance around in his cozy apartment, the light flowing in the room reviling a large living room, two sofas facing each other, separated by a rounded table, a few furniture and decorations with, on his right a door leading to the kitchen and on the opposite wall two doors leading to the bedrooms. However what caught his attention wasn’t the room but what was inside it, something that made his stomach knot violently; it was messy, as always, dirty dishes left here and there, dust covering every piece of furniture, the garbage can vomiting some leftover food and other nasty things. But, in the mess one thing was missing; one thing he grew used to see every time he went back home from a long exhausting day of work: his roommate Thyan.
"Where might he be?" he whispered to himself, ears perked trying to find any trace of the other dragon he shared this place with. Surprisingly enough he didn’t seem to be at home which was really odd, he rarely left the apartment, preferring to sit on his ass all day doing nothing. Then, at this exact instant, a little muffed noise came to his ear, as light as the wind: a soft muffed moan coming from the only closed door of the apartment. "Of course" he snorted, adopting an annoyed expression, looking up at the ceiling in disbelief, why did he even hope to see his roommate do anything else than what he was usually doing. Slowly an idea rooted in the depth of his brain, a devious idea that curled his lips with a devious grin. As silent as a shadow, as swift as the wind he made his way in a perfect silence to the closed door. He stayed there for a long minute; listening to the low whimpers he heard coming from the other side of the wooden panel. He took a long breath, trying to calm the ragged beating of his heart. Slowly turned the handle he opened the door slightly, just enough to allow him to pick a glance at what was happening inside. What he discovered turned the loud yelling he was going to unleash on his roommate to a weak gasp of utter shock. His paws seemed to be glued to the ground, his eyes wide open, staring helplessly at his roommate in shock. Before his eyes the emerald dragon was curled in a quite awkward position, his upper body bending over his lower half, his parted muzzle pressed against his nether region. With his eyes sealed shut he didn't even noticed Squal's presence, too busy licking at his opened slit. Squal finally saw what was taking his roommates all his attention and focus when he caught a quick glimpse of pink flesh. A chill of a surprising arousal traveled down his spine, wetting his slit.
His body temperature skyrocketed as he stared at his roommate and friend, incapable of looking somewhere else. Without him noticing it his member had begun to spill from his slit, throbbing to full mast in mere seconds, his whole frame shaking in arousal, saliva drooling from his parted maw, a light whimpered moan breaking the silence as an unexpected desire coursed through his veins.
He observed his roommates who had his cock buried all the way to the base in his muzzle, feasting on his own hardened flesh, his serpentine tongue dashing over his member, coating it in his saliva. Wet suckling noises filled Squal's ears with a mesmerizing music, surges of lust clouding his mind, fogging his judgment with arousal. His glassy eyes stayed glued to his friend's hard length; his muzzle bobbing up and down his own penis rapidly; precum shooting deep into his mouth, a treat he happily guzzled down. Just below were his balls, large plump spheres full of seed ready to be released protruding quite visibly beneath his scales. Then; below laid the pinkish and puckered entrance of his tailhole, next to it his two forepaws groped his cheeks, a clawed toe teasing the muscular entrance. The lustful moans and groans of his friend drew him closer, attracting him like a shark by blood; slowly, imperceptibly he moved to the bed where is friend was lying, pleasuring himself ravenously, completely oblivious to the other drake’s presence.
Squal couldn't stop from panting; his now hard cock throbbing madly, dripping slick pre everywhere, eager to spill its content too., his mind hazy and unfocused, clouded by arousal, his nostrils twitching, drinking happily in the alluring scent emanating from the other male, everything urging him despite himself to come closer, and closer…
A loud ear splitting yelp suddenly broke the relative silence, brutally pulling Squal out of his lust-stricken state; his eyes snapping open. The position he discovered himself into made him gasp. His nose was buried between his friends balls, his nostrils flared, taking as much of his heavy musk as he could, his tongue dashing over the scaly pouch. Slowly he lifted his eyes, meeting his friend's gaze. He discovered an almost hilarious scene: his roommate's face was covered of white streaks, more adding to the mess on his scales; his member gushing seed right in his face. They stared at each other for a long minute, only Thyan’s ragged pants filled the heavy silence. Squal slowly, nervously, let his tongue dash out of his mouth, collecting a few drops of white seed running down the throbbing length. In a second the strong, potent taste hit him like a tidal wave, flooding his mouth, the texture of the gooey seed upon his tongue felt odd; the thing was thick and sticky but strangely good. He let the few droplets slosh in his mouth, savoring the whole new taste; his body trembling in bliss, his mind not realizing what he was doing.
He was suddenly pulled out of his slumber state by of high pitched giggles coming from above. His roommate was staring at him with a wide grin over his lips, ignoring the fact that he was coated in fresh cum. Squal, finally realizing what he had just done quickly retreated backward, wiping his face clean of the dribble of seed staining it. "I wasn't expecting… that…” mumbled Thyan in surprise, a deep blush blossoming on his cheeks “well actually I wasn’t expecting you so soon" whispered the sea dragon, grabbing Squal’s snout with gentleness, rubbing Squal's cheeks with his claws. "I didn't felt well and got back earlier." mumbles Squal, avoiding crossing the other guy's gaze, his face burning with embarrassment, his brain racing trying to figure out what had just happened. Squal's body trembled in his friend's grip; fearing what might come next. "You know… if you wanted to taste my seed you could just ask… instead of sneaking like this on me. You almost got me a heart attack…, wait where are you going?" Squal violently squirmed free of his grasp and ran away, slamming the door behind him, leaving Thyan speechless. He rushed to his room; locked the door and curled in a tight ball on his bed, his snout buried below his fluffy pillows.
The ragged beating of his heart, the rapid pounding of the blood in his veins, his irregular panting breath only added to his panic. He closed his eyes, trying his best to calm down; but the sight of this pinkish flesh, throbbing and twitching, jutting from its slit, drooling thick whitish semen…. A needy moan escaped his lips; his hard dick slapping his lower belly, leaving trails of gooey warmth wherever it touched. When he took a peak between his hind legs he found the tapered organ pulsing rapidly, pre dripping in small streams along its length, turning the pink flesh to a pearlescent white. He couldn’t move his eyes away from his pre-coated spear. Since the first time he saw it he always felt proud of his maleness; the striking heighten inch spear of tapered flesh; the pointed tip with this single slit at the top; the long and thick rod of flesh covered of thick sensitive ridges on its underside, ending on a large knot parting his slit open. The whole thing was constantly covered of a thin layer of a musky natural lubrication leaking from the depth of his slit every time he was aroused.
He tried to slow his breath to a minimum; trying his hardest to clear his head of the thundering lust washing over him; shaking his body. But all his focus was useless and the lust drove him straight down an ocean of pure pleasure. He groaned, rolled on his back; his toes curling inward, craning his neck, twisting his upper body to try and take his own cock in his mouth just like he had seen Thyan do. Sadly he didn’t manage to reach it; his maw closing a mere inch from the prehensile organ; its potency making his nostrils twitch in anticipation. He let out a long growl of frustration, his tail slamming in the bed as a sharp squirt of clear precum landed on his snout.
His painfully hard member, the unbearable pressure building in his loins, the boiling lust flowing in his veins only urged him to cum even more; but he couldn’t achieve this so pleasurable goal. With a loud huff he rolled on his belly again, his rock-hard member grinding against the warm and now messy bedsheets; the caress of the thick and soft bedding against his sensitive flesh eliciting another loud rumbled growl from his parted jaws. His lust kept growing exponentially; a blazing fire coursing in his very flesh. Unconsciously he began thrusting in the bed below him, his claws latching on the covers, tearing the tissues to shreds as he found his pace, pressing his member in the wet and snug embrace of his covers, humping the thick fabric at a ruthless pace, spurting precum all over his bed as he panted and groaned like a wild beast, eyes half closed, tongue lolling on the side of his maw, saliva drooling on his chin and sweat wetting his back; his tail widely swaying from side to side, thumping hardly against the bed. Pleasure that had been boiling within him submerged his senses,  his thrusts quickening, his loins churning with pent-up seed aching to be released, his cock throbbing and twitching wildly, leaking pre at a near constant rate, making the patch of wetness on his bed grow larger while a potent virile scent filled the air. He didn’t care that the squeaking of the bed could be heart throughout the apartment, nor that he wasn’t muffing his own lustful moans anymore, he only wanted that sweet relief, every cell of his body yearning for that instant of pure delight. His thrust quickened, becoming shallow and irregular, pre leaking constantly from his tip, coating the bed and his belly in a thin layer of slimy lubricant, getting closer and closer to his climax, pressure and pleasure welling up in his loins like never before, becoming wilder with each thrusts, his deep growls turning to high pitched lustful moans as he neared his peak.
Then; with one last mighty roar he arched his back, planting his claw deeper in the already torn-up bed and slammed his member as hard as he could in the cover, his seed bursting freely from his cock in long thick ropes, jolts of pleasure rushing up his spine, the holy; mighty pleasure of his orgasm flooding his brain as his whole body quaked and arched in pure bliss, cum spurted harder and harder from his convulsing member, adding to the mess of liquids staining the ruined blue fabric. As his orgasm died out in a brain shattering wave of sheer pleasure all his strength seemed to abandon him. He fell limply on his belly, his underbelly splashing right in the pool of his own fresh cum. His eyelids felt heavy like stones… and he feels tired… so tired… this long hunt had already taken so much of his energy; and now this wave of pleasure had taken the rest he felt so sleepy… and could appreciate a nap… yes; a long nap… and perhaps never wake up again….

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Squal wandered through an endless ocean; swimming wherever he wanted; enjoying the incredible sensation of freedom offered by this infinity around him; a large smirk of satisfaction curling his lips as he took in this all new sensation, diving deep toward the abyss only to spring back toward the surface, doing bare rolls, loops and all the acrobatics imaginable in water, enthralled by this feeling of unbound liberty. Suddenly; everything changed, in the blink of an eye the calm blue waters turned to a vermillion red, shaken and moved by an invisible force, violent tides coming from nowhere crashing him into the ground before throwing him up, tossing him in all directions. Everything was spinning around him until he was lost in the sea of red. He felt like falling for an eternity then was brutally pushed back; like someone was toying with him. After a few unbearable minutes it all stopped, leaving him disoriented, dizzy, breathes hard, and above all relieved that it finally stopped. Around him the waters shifted once again, turning to a dirty green; his vision reduced to a bare minimum; dust and sand floating around him in the middle of pieces of wandering debris, pushed away by the current. He took a long glance around him, scrutinizing the water; half blinded by the nasty water around him, unable to see a damn thing and to make matters worse his sonar purely and simply refused to work. Suddenly he froze; there, between what looked like two metal pieces falling down there was… a large black shadow moving in the distance, swimming slowly. Without hesitation he propelled himself in its direction but; as he came closer the shadow seemed to swim away rapidly like it was trying to avoid him. However Squals didn't abandon that easily and chased after the creature. But as soon as he got close enough the creatures vanished; just to reappear in a different place; or a giant piece of crap came down from nowhere blocking his way and vision; or a vicious current tossed him around like a ragdoll.
Clenching his teeth after yet another failed attempt he doubled his efforts to reach the fleeing creature, his muscles stiff with how hard he was swimming against a strengthening current; his eyes so focused on the shadowy outline shrinking before him; not even aware of his now changing surroundings. The waters turned from a dirty green to an unnatural greyish shade; darkening quickly. Squal felt fatigue taking a hold of his frame; his motions becoming less coordinate, his paws feeling heavy and clunky, his stiff muscles radiating a burning pain through all his limbs until he had no choice but to stop out of breath. When he looked up again the shadow he was following had vanished in the darkness, only noticing now that the ocean had changed again, trapping him in darkness so thick no light managed to break through; even worse the water felt like thick elastic goo under his paws and seemed to lack sufficient oxygen. Panicked he looks around for an escape; but there was no way out. Around him thousands of small reddish orbs lit up; glaring at him with their terrifying gazes. Before him two giant vermillion eyes opened, appearing from the obscurity; staring at him with an evil satisfaction. He could almost sense the predatory smirk drawing on invisible lips, feeling an immense presence materialize in front of him, no all around him. Panic surged in his veins, his heart thumping in his chest, adrenaline shooting in his veins, his brain ringing all the alarms, urging him to flee. Instead he tightly shut his eyes, curling in a tight ball; he knows how it was all about to end. Pain surged through his body, his muscles tensing to their maximum, his jaws parting on a blank cry as he felt like thousands of small teeth sinking into his flesh, tearing him apart, reducing him to nothing but a pile of dead shreds of a dragon. The pain became unbearable, forces his eyes to open, leaving him gazing right into the two glowing red orbs blazing with hatred, growing bigger and bigger until they filled his entire field of view, until he was drowning in the blood red irises .

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An ear splitting yelp shattered the silence of the apartment. Thyan who had been spying on his friend all along jumped in surprise, stumbling on his webbed paws as the high pitched sound invaded his ears. On the bed; right before him Squal had been moving and mumbling words in his sleep, however everything suddenly took an unexpected turn: Squal's at first slow and calm motions became a desperate and hieratical struggle against an invisible force, his claws ripping the bedsheets in tiny shreds, his hind paws kicking in all directions, his jaws opening and closing rapidly like a fish out of water trying desperately to breath; feeble squeaks escaping his mouth; his tail widely swaying and slamming in the bed; more than once missing Thyan by nothing. It wasn't the first time he witnessed this kind of event; he knew since the first time it happened that Squal's nightmares were always violent and had him moving around heretically to the point of injuring himself; like this night where he had been woken up by a loud noise coming from the other room, like a heavy object falling; followed closely by a series of high pitched shrieks and squeals. When he stormed into the room; his heart beating fast in shear panic it was to find Squal in an odd position; sprawled next to his bed, his face in the wall and a paw making a strange angle. It was four years ago; just after Squal moved in and it had only been the first of many.
Thyan knew he could do nothing beside wait and hope for the best. Once he had tried to wake him from his dreams, only resulting in a set of claws slashing his face and chest and a long night oft suffering to heal all the cuts left on his body and clean all the spilled bloo; and even more apologies from his roommate and friend. Thyan let out a relieved sigh when Squal finally awoke on his own with a blood chilling yelp of pure terror, eyes snapping up as his whole body tensed like a rope,. Thyan felt his heart tighten; seeing his friend in such a state of pure fear and panic made him worry even more. Slowly he took a step forward; closing the gap between the two of them, Squal was lying on his back; him maw agape; panting for breath; his eyes darting everywhere but yet anywhere at the same time, his whole frame shivering, transpiring fear. Without any second thought Thyan grabbed him, pulling him closer, holding him against his chest. "Take it easy" he whispered in his ear, his paw rubbing his friend's soft flanks until his breath slowed down and his tension loosened a bit. "Are you ok?" he gently whispered cradling his friend slowly. "Yeah… I'm fine." grumbled Squal, avoiding eye contact, squirming out of his friends grasp. "Hey… what’s wrong?" stammered Thyan surprised by his friend's behavior. "I just need space to breath" grunted Squal as his only reply; looking away. “Nightmares again?” enquired the other drake, worry peaking in his voice, “Yes… why do you care about that?” "I'm worried about you that's all…" "I'm fine!" he retorted angrily, baring his fangs, "Now leave me alone".
Thyan sighed, disappointed and walked away, stopping on the doorstep, glancing behind his shoulder. Squal was sitting on his torn-apart bedsheets, head bowed down slightly, looking at his own claws; but although he wanted to pretend to be ignoring Thyan; his friend knew that he was secretly throwing quick glances at him. "Are you angry at me because of what happened?" he asked with a low voice, breaking the heavy silence that had fallen between the two. The question seems to totally take Squal by surprise as he stares at his friend with incomprehension, a slight blush growing on his blue scales "What? No… it's not that… I just need to calm my nerves…." "So why are you avoiding me?" This time Squal remained quier, staring at the floor. "I… I… I… I don't want to talk about this." he mumbled; looking the other way. This time Thyan grinned, turned around before jumping on the bed; sitting next to his ashamed friend. "Please… don't make it more awkward than it is already" begged Squal, avoiding to look at the other male so close to him, feeling their scales brush together softly. "You don't have to be ashamed of what you've done… personally I'm not…" "Yeah but you're the weirdest guy I've ever met" retorted Squal, his voice sharp like a knife.
"Say the one that just came into the same bed he is sleeping in." chuckled Thyan in return. This time Squal gasped; springing to his paws, craning his neck down, discover the mess he had just made. "This blanket was my favorite." he sighed sadly; taking a shred of tissue in his palm.
"Don’t worry about this; we'll buy you a new one." whispered Thyan in a comforting tone, pressing closer to his friend. Once again Squal hissed menacingly when he tried to touch him, pulling away slightly, glaring at him, daring him to come any closer again, lips pulled back, revealing his sharp fangs. "Why do you avoid me? You don't have to be ashamed I told you. You just had some curiosity and you satisfied it. Speaking of which… how do you feel after doing that?" “Filthy and weird.” "It always feels odd the first time" confirmed Thyan. "What is that supposed to mean? Do you really think I'll come back begging for more of your filthy seed? You are so wrong my friend I'm not in… gay things." "If you say so…" Sighed Thyan not convinced at all by his friends words. "So if you're not interested by males why did you sneak up on me and acted the way you did?" This time he flinched; then began to tremble; his claws sinking in the bedsheets, ruining them even more; deep growls escaping his tightly shut mouth. 
A long tensed minute went by before he let a word slip between his lips; and it was barely more than a grunt. "I'm waiting an answer." At that instant Squal seemed to implode, all the pressure, all the held back emotions building up within him exploding. "You are right! Ok! Are you happy?" "Not yet… keep going." "What do you want me to say? That I loved it, that I loved what I saw, that I loved the taste and that I'm craving for more? You are dreaming!" "I never said that." "So what do you want?" "Nothing more than just hear your admit that you enjoyed what you have seen… and done." "Listen Thyan… I did a mistake… I let my instinct drive me and I just did something I shouldn't have done… that's all!" "Really… because you looked quite… how to put this… eager for someone that pretends he isn't into male thing." "Oh god damns it you’re not gonna leave me with that…” sighed Squal, shaking his head in disbelief, taking a deep breath “Yes! That's what you want to hear right? Yes I did like it; the way you looked… how you played with yourself… your smell… your taste… all of you! But it doesn’t mean in any way I want to do it again." In response Thyan just smiled. Squal seemed disturbed by this sight "You… you… that's all?" he stammered, puzzled, "Yes… I learned what I wanted to know… I won't bother you any longer." "No… wait… I mean… you don't try to convince me to do it again… to… to… mate… with you." these words sounded like nasty smelling garbage he wanted to throw away from his mouth. "No… I won't force you to do what you don't want to do. I'm fine with what you told me." "So… what are you going to do?" asked Squal; embarrassed, speechless. “Nothing… unless you want me to do something” "I… I don't understand…" he mumbled pitifully. Thyan sighed deeply and took a step forward in his friend's direction. "What I mean is that if you don't want to do it with me or any other male, the I won't bother you again with that and this conversation will stay a secret between us and might be soon forgotten." Squa’s face lit up with relief at his friend’s words. "However if one day you feel the urge of mating and if, only if it drags you toward a male instead of a female, or if yur hearts yearns for something…. Different, then I'll be happy to be your mate… or rather your partner… to welcome you inside me… or to shelter my cock in your pure and untouched ass." sensually purred Thyan, closing the gap between them, reaching out with a paw, softly caressing his friend’s soft cheek, causing Squal’s blush to burn brighter. “Stop! I… I think I get it" mumbled the embarrassed drake. 
"Glad you do so." answered Thyan, a wide naughty grin spreading across his lips, “Now get out of this bed and let me take care of the cleaning.” "You!!! Doing cleaning duties! It must be a dream!" shouted Squal in disbelief, staring at his friend, looking for any clue that his friend was joking. "No… just… you deserved it… after so much work… your body must be spent… your muscles so… tensed… you must be sweating so hard…" murmured Thyan in a low, enticing tone he knew worked wonders on myst. "You are the one that makes me sweat right now." huffed Squal, gently pushing his friend away "I thought you wouldn't bother me with your gay stuff again." "Yes but I love to make you turn red like… well… like right now." Giggled Than mockingly, pointing at the other drake’s red cheeks “Bastard!” Shouted Squal; playfully shoving Thyan to the side. "Enough jokes let's get to work." "You know I still find hard to believe that I hear these words in your mouth. Gosh I wish I could record that or write that somewhere." "Fuck off." Squal jumped from his stained bed; unaware that the mess of his own fluids wasn’t only on his bedsheets but on him too under the form of a large white trace of dried fluids on his belly; much to Thyan pleasure, throwing sneaky glances at his friend as he walked away, taking deep whiffs of his spicy musk while Squals casually crossed the living room to reach their little kitchen. "Are you hungry?" questioned Thyan from the other side of the apartment "I'm starving!" Yelled Squal in return "This hunt was so exhausting… I could eat a whale." "Speaking of hunting how successful was it?" "I brought back a huge one!" "Don't brag Squal I know you!" "I'm not joking it took me three hours to bring it back." "Damn… it must have earned you a lot of money." "You bet your ass it did! At least fifty coins only for this one." A proud smile curled Squals lips as he remembered the amazement on his friend’s faces when he came back with this enormous prize; he could still feel the thrill of the hunt coursing in his veins, that unmistakable and unequaled feeling he felt when he was chasing his prey.
"Also… you came back sooner than I expected." commented Thyan "I expected you to come back… I mean… I don't know…, just… not so soon." Squal knew what he was talking about: often his hunts began in the middle of the night and he would come back after lunch time and would sleep the rest of the day or do some of the chores and talk with Thyan. "Yeah… I… I felt dizzy and asked to come back sooner." "Are you ok?" "Yes… I must lack a bit of sleep." "Perhaps…" mumbles Thyan, for himself. “Also… how long did I sleep?" "I don't know… two hours maybe three." "You see."
Squal began rummageing through the cupboards of the kitchen; opening each and every one in search of some food to settle his hunger. But; after five minute or so of an unsuccessful hunt to find the smallest scrap of food he had to give up, his belly growling loudly, painfully reminding him that he hadn’t eaten a single thing for hours. Fed up by the sight of the empty food storage place and his aching stomach begging him to quench his hunger he slammed the last door shut; turning to his friend who was still removing the tattered remains of his bedsheet from his room, with a look of disbelief. "Don't tell me you ate everything again!" "I might have gotten a bit hungry and… worried…. And you know how I can get when I'm worried…." Whined Thyan; looking at the city down below their windows. "Yes I know you eat everything close to you. What a gut sack." Thyan huffed loudly in protest but didn’t try to argue, only bowing his head down. "I'm tired of this!" Roared Squal, coming out of the kitce, an angry snarl twisting his traits, "Every single coin I earn is spent to feed your fat ass; I can't even save a single one for me! Do you know how long it has been since the last time I had the opportunity to go out and spend some time with my friends?" "I don't know… but what is the link between…" "Height month! Height fucking month! Do you want to know why?" "I…" “Because I don't even have enough money to buy myself a drink or to go to a restaurant!” "Hey don't forget who pays the rent every month and don’t forget the bills." Barked Thyan; showing his friends his long, sharp fangs. "Your parents!" snapped Squal angrily, low growls escaping his maw between each word "You… you just lay there like a precious diva waiting for the other to do the dirty job." Thyan didn't even answer and decided to stop this situation before it spiraled out of control, "You know what go out and buy us some food… I'll take care of cooking it, you know what I’ll actually refund you for it if you’re so short on money." A light smirk appeared on Squal's face but his gaze remained as cold as ice, letting Thyan know it was far from enough to make him budge. "And… of your soiled bed…" This time he raised a scaly eyebrow; much likely waiting for something else. “And… of the rest.” Sighed Thyan, shaking his head, knowing there was no way of negotiating further. "That's a bargain I like! Deal?” "Deal.” They shook hand or at least tried because with webbed paw it was relatively hard.
However in Thyan's mind another idea was making its way through his brain; a really dirty but needed one. A powerful fragrance was lingering in the air and it seemed like he was the only one to notice it; a musky perfume that aroused his senses in the most blissful of ways; a potent scent that made a very specific part of him twitch and throb; a delicious scent of male's musk and; more important; above everything else; seed.
While Thyan was sniffing the air; his nostrils flared; his eyes closed, savoring the sweet musky fragrance of his friend; Squal was preparing to leave; grabbing his little bag and tied it around his neck then threw a quick glance in the mirror, looking at his own reflect. He had always been proud of his general look; he was tall for a sea drake his age and had pretty impressive muscles although his body was more built for speed and agility rather than sheer strength. He was dressed in shiny blue scales with greenish reflection when exposed to the light; his underbelly was covered of a beautiful leaf green shade. The rest of his body was pretty standard for a sea dragon: webbed paws fitted with long and sharp claws that would often scrap against too rough ground; fins along his fore and hind legs; a long light blue colored dorsal fin; a long and sinuous tail ending in a larger fin. His neck was long and thin leading to his head. The back of his skull was crowned by two long, backward curved ivory horns, his eyes were a radiant ember color; his mouth filled with sharpened predatory fangs that contrasted with the soft fin below his chin. 
Grinning at his image in the glass he turned away, walking toward the door. At this exact moment Thyan, coming out of nowhere pounced him in the side, the hit cutting his breath, drawing a surprised gasp from his maw as he rolled onto his back, dizzied. A heavy weight crashed down on his chest, causing all the air in his lungs to flee, leaving him unable to fight as he was pinned down under strong paws, Thyan's face appearing in his field of view, wearing a wide naughty grin, eyes sparkling with malice. "What are you doing?" gasped Squal in fear, his body trembling. "You don't think about going out covered in your own mess don't you." whispered Thyan; his paws caressing his cum-soaked belly. "Yeah… I might take a shower first.” admitted Squal, blushing profusely as his gaze fell on the large patch of seed covering his pristine scales, shivering in discomfort under the soft caresses of the other male’s paw, “No need to use water for that… let me take care of this.” Squal tensed; nervous about his friend’s strange attitude. "I'm not sure that…" "Come on… you tasted mine… it's only fair if I return the favor. And it will allow us to save a few coins for you. What do you say?" Squal hesitated, a doubtful grimace curling his lips down, the offer sounded interesting and could spare him the time of a shower but… knowing that this perverted drake was going to lick him… and worst of all enjoy it only disgusted him. He felt Thyan claws grip him tighter; pressing harder on his scales; his heavy breathing sounded like growls to his ears. "Ok…" he finally squawked, trembling from head to toe in apprehension. Without a hint of hesitation Thyan got to work, bowing his head down until his snout was pressed straight into the puddle of seed, eyes planted in Squal’s own as his nostrils flared, taking deep inhales in the potent male musk, his tongue slithering out of his maw, swiftly dashing over his sensitive scales, collecting a few droplets of seed. Squal froze, stiffening a moan, that contact, that simple touch of the warm wet tongue had his whole body on fire, his brain overwhelmed with sheer pleasure like never before. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure as Thyan’s tongue trailed down his belly again, causing him to shiver even more. Lick after lick, Thyan’s agile tongue explored his belly, lapping furiously to the smallest droplet of dry seed on Squal's belly; his broad tongue doing a good and quick job of cleaning Squal's scales and make them shine with his thick and warm saliva. The heat felt unbearable for the pour dragon unused to this kind of treatment, involuntarily moaned out loud squirming and arching his back under his friend’s skillful caresses. Thyan; encouraged by this sound went lower; swallowing more and more of his seed until he reached his nether region. There; for the first time he stopped; panting heavily; saliva drooling on his lips as he stared at Squal's slit, not moving a muscle, tongue hanging mere inches from the lips of his sensitive vent, seemingly waiting for a permission, his permission. Squal tensed; terrified by what he could possibly do to him, his claws scraping against the ground as he stared helplessly at his friend, wanting to scream but no word came out.
Feeling his friend’s tension Tyan instead began to gently lick his friend’s lower belly; his tongue making little wet circles on his crooning scales while slowly massaging Squal’s chest with his dexterous paws, his resistance slowly fading away and he closed his eyes; enjoying the affection his friend was giving him. After a long delightful minute the hot contact of this tongue vanished, Squal cracking an eye open, a feeble groan of protest slithering between his lips, arching his back, asking for more, but opened his eyes completely after a few insisting nudges against his flank, lifting his head up to face Thyan. "What?" "Do I have your authorization to lick there?" He asked. Squal followed his gaze to his own slit; last dirty part of him. "Yes… you can… but… just licks… nothing else." "Fine…."
Slowly and carefully; like he was afraid of breaking it he got to work, his tongue swiftly dashing over his scales, wiping out the last remnants of seed, inching closer and closer to his slit until his tongue slid over the sensitive lips, causing Squal to gasp and moan louder, his back arching and quivering under the soft touch. Cautiously Thyan’s tongue parted his lips, sneaking slowly inside his slit, the tipoff his agile tongue tickling his sensitive inner flesh, gathering the last remaining drops of seed before quickly retreating in its owner’s maw.
Finally after a long minute of just sitting there, panting slightly, Squal got on his paws, still trembling, trying to figure out whether or not he liked what had just happened. "There… all clean…" chirped Thyan happily, proud of his work. “Thanks… I guess. Dude… that was… really nice… and weird… and gross but… really nice" stammered Squal, avoiding his friend’s gaze. "But you tasted so sweet.” faintly protested Thyan, taking a few steps toward Squal “Stop! Don't come closer I can already smell it in your breath." Thyan stepped back with a loud huff. "So… I… I guess I should leave and… you know… go buy some food…." "Yeah… perhaps it's the best idea." approved Thyan, as embarrassed as his friend, cutting short the increasingly awkward conversation.
Squal almost ran out of the apartment; slamming the door behind him, heart pounding, mind racing with conflicting thoughts, his whole frame shivering, his scales still itching, feeling so sensitive after what his friend had just done, not knowing what to do with it, not knowing if he liked it. 
“Well… I guess I should… get to work." Sighed Thyan; looking at their dirty and messy home "A promise is a promise…. After all… it won’t hurt to do some cleaning. Well… if only I knew how to use these things at least…" he grumbled, facing a fairly strange object hidden in a closet, a puzzled look on his face. 
Meanwhile Squal had rushed out of the apartment complex; almost jumping from a staircase to another, not even looking back or forth; the only thought in his brain was to run away from this perverted drake. Only once he felt the cool sandstone of the pavement under his paws did he stop, panting, heart pounding in his chest, gasping for breath slightly, all of that under the dumbfounded looks of other dragons walking on the pavement he around him. After a few seconds he began to walk; heading for the city center, crossing street after street, finding himself in increasingly busier spaces. On his way to the marketplace he crossed the path of dozens of dragons coming back from the same place with bags full of goods; entire families with a few kids running around them, chirping happily; little groups of friend joking and laughing loudly; mated couples sharing loving looks and kisses alike; reminding him of the harsh reality of his own loneliness. Like always he was alone; walking his path on his own with no one to accompany him; no friends to put a smile on his face; no mate to warm his heart as much as his bed and make his guts burn with the fire of passion; no family to visit or to comfort or encourage him when he needed; no one to be proud of his actions except himself. Of course he had Thyan and a few others like Clowney that helped him keep up appearance but it was only appearances, real friends, friendships that would last was something foreign to him. It had been at least six month since the last time he had spent a long day out with his friend and over a year that he had seen a female for the last time. Of course Thyan made for a great companion, a funny, playful and caring friend like he had proven a few times, nevertheless he would easily become a pest; lying around their apartment expecting the other to do all the work and obey to any of his desire while he was doing nothing.
But… in some way Squal couldn't blame him for that: he was the son of a rich family that; like him got tired of seeing him doing nothing of his life and kicked him out of their home. Thyan had lost almost all contact with his family; the only thing he received from them was a short letter each month with enough money to pay the rent of their home. He was used to having a bunch of servants ready at all time of day and night to answer to any of his orders; to make his every wish a reality without ever flinching; he wasn't used to do things on his own or to handle himself properly and… Squal had to admit that in four years he had made quite some progress: although he was still lazy as fuck he was now able to cook and take care of their home alone. Some knowledge that he still almost never put to use, rather letting Squal handle everything. Squal still remembered their first meeting so well; he was searching for a cheap flat to rent and fell by pure chnce on this well written announcement saying that Thyan was renting the second bedroom of his apartment for almost nothing Squal couldn't be happier nor could he refuse such an offer. 
When he met Thyan he was surprised: the drake was barely older than him and wore on him all the signs of wellbeing and wealth. His mostly emerald green body seemed to naturally glow; his belly was a radiant cobalt blue color and his eyes a magnificent light blue, he was a bit chubby and lazy but sympathetic, kind and easy going. Squal thought it was the best occasion he could come across and accepted the offer. He soon regretted it bitterly. In a week he realized Thyan was doing nothing in his own home and that he had to do everything when he got back from work.
One month later he was fed up of this situation and thought about leaving and find another place but his research gave no result. Resigned he decided to stay; after all Thyan wasn't even asking him to pay the rent he should have paid. After a few good arguments things got better to a point where living with Thyan became bearable.
While he was lost in his thought he mechanically walked through the streets to the marketplace. When he woke up from this half-awake state he found himself in the middle of the crowded area; his senses assaulted by the countless smells and sounds this place always offered. A smile grew on his face; he loved this place; the scents of spices, food, fruits and other objects blending together, the constant motion of the crowd like a slow, constantly changing current carrying him around; the merchants shouting, trying to attract the customers toward their shops, the fragments of conversations coming from all directions. Slowly; casually he wandered through the sprawling market, stretching on a large place and into the nearby avenues; taking his time to observe every product; talk and joke with the merchant and choose wisely what he would buy and negotiate if necessary. In no time his anger, his embarrassment and confusion were just old memories washed away, leaving him delighted, enjoying himself, a broad smile plastered across his face.
When he arrived at the last shop that interested him a heavy scent of fish and salt rushes in his nostrils; making the frills on the side of his head wiggle. He came closer, slaloming in the crowd and took a gander at the smelly merchandise displayed before him. Soon his gaze fall on a much larger fish with silvery scales shimmering in the light, with, in its exposed flank deep wound, a mark that could only be made by teeth. In a flash he recognized his morning catch. "What can I do for you young one?" enquired the merchant with a welcoming smile. "I'm just looking for some fish." "Then you're at the right place!" exclaimed the merchant; his loud and gravelly voice covering the surrounding noise "I've got the freshest fish in town" "Really…?" "Yes young blue. All of what you see there has been fished this morning by the best of the best hunters." "Impressive." "Yes… look at this huge one here." he said; grabbing the large fish Squal was staring at "It was caught by a young one just like you…" "I know it's me who caught it and it was far from easy. It kept fleeing again and again." The merchant froze; eyes wide open like they were about to burst from their hole, his lower jaw dropping in utter disbelief. "Squal!" He yelled; dropping the fish in the mix of salt and ice cubes he was laying in and jumped on the young dragon; holding him close to his strong chest "Forgive me I didn't even recognized you." "It's ok… don't worry." "How are you doing? Clowney told me that you got back home early." “Too… tight.” huffed Squal; tightly pressed against the older male's scales. "Oh sorry…" apologized the drake before he let go of him. Squal scrambled on the floor to get on all four. "I'm doing just fine.” he finally answers when he manage to stand on all four without risking to just topple over. "What are you here for?" “Just to buy some fish." "Dude you don't need to pay for that!" He screamed; shoving away the coins Squal is handing him "You deserved your part. Come on tell me what you need." "Enough of fish for two.” “For two… hmmm… is our little dude preparing for a date." Squal gasped; his cheeks turning red, burning bright with embarrassment as, to his own surprise he found himself looking away, tail nervously wagging behind him "Yes… a date… let's say that." "I wish you luck with whoever it is." Squal; ashamed looked at his own paws; tracing little circle in the thin layer of sand. "And here it is!" shouted the merchant; handing a large bag to Squal. "Thank you." "No problem it's my job."
After a few other words Squal left with a happy grin on his face and headed back home, his bag full of goods and his wallet much lighter, his mind already buzzing with ideas of what he could do, his stomach growling impatiently, urging him to get back home faster. But suddenly in the middle of a street he was forced to come to a stop by an annoying itch in his throat, as if something was tickling him from inside. He tried to clear his throat but nothing did it, and the tingles grew more and more annoying until it turned to a dull ache. Brutally he began to cough, at first lightly in discomfort, trying to get rid of that pesky itch, yet it quickly became more and more violent until he couldn’t control it anymore; it felt as if someone was rubbing thin sandpaper inside his throat. Nothing seemed able to prevent this coughing from getting worse, a metallic taste filling his mouth the more he coughed, as little droplets dripped down on the sandstone floor from his gaping maw, forming a little reddish puddle on the yellowish ground. Finally, after what felt like ages coughing and gasping for air it stopped as abruptly as it had come, still Squall had some difficulties breathing; his throat felt stuffed as if a big lump was blocking the flow of air; his lungs burning in pain as he spat a few more droplets of blood, his breathing shallow and irregular. Taking a long circular glance around he realized nobody seemed to notice his sudden distress. He gasped for breath; immobile in the middle of the crowded street; blood trickling out of his maw with every cough rather than breath that shook him; his lungs quaking with jolts of pain, making each breath a painful struggle to grasp a bit of air. At some point it finally stopped; leaving him breathless and weakened; trembling on his shaky paws; his vision turned to a blur of endlessly shifting forms; his hearing reduced to a loud hiss; his nose and mouth only able to smell and taste his own blood; his head throbbing with pain. Slowly; so slowly everything calmed down, everything… not quite… his lungs still burned him like scorching ashes were feeling them; his throat felt dry like a desert and his mouth felt so numb he could do nothing of it, not even call for help, what help anyway. Regaining the full control of his body must have taken him at best five minutes, five minutes during which nobody seemed to realize he was in trouble or tried to come to his aid, instead everyone in the street was avoiding him like they were blind to his state or were voluntarily ignoring it. He was only able to breath by the mouth in short and quick inhale and exhales through his stuffed throat. 
Air; he needed air but no one around him seemed willing to help him. He could only blame himself for being so stupid and forget to bring an air bubble with him in his hurry to leave the apartment and Thyan. He knew perfectly well that his roommate had kindly bought a batch of them for him and left them in plain view in the middle of their living room to not forget them but he managed to do so.
He slapped himself across the face; even if it didn't help his current situation but it still felt kinda good and helped him regain his focus and concentrate on what he had to do; he knows he only had two options: rush to the hospital or to his home.
The hospital was farther toward the east and he'd have to cross the whole market again to get to it whereas his house was much closer but he'd never get a proper medical examination; at least he could grab a few air bubbles and rush back to the hospital. His hesitations were short lived and his decision forced by a powerful hiccups that shook all his body. He desperately needed air and the only place where he would find some was back home. He began to run away; or at least tried; his burning lungs not allowing him much more than a rapid walking pace.
Every step he took only increased the amount of pain coursing through his body; every breath setting his lungs on fire but he kept going. A few times he has to stop; choking on his own blood pouring in his mouth, his body feeling increasingly heavier as much as his muscles became numb. Street after street he closed in on his home, feeling dizzier and weaker with each step, the warm, metallic flavor of his own blood on his tongue, everyone around him stepping away, noticing the red liquid dropping from his gaping maw. His vision became blurrier with each step, the world banking from side to side, so much that he didn’t immediately recognize the apartment complex, almost slammed headfirst in the door of his building, remaining there a long time, confused, his blood drizzling down the glass door; leaving long red streaks on the translucent surface. Putting his trembling paw on the lock mechanism was almost impossible; his sight was so blurry, his head so fuzzy it was hard to figure out where things where. Finally he manages to open the door, the quiet hiss sounding so delightful, a wave of relief washing over him as he walked inside. He crosses the empty hall so slowly and stopped before the large staircase, looking up; gulping down in apprehension, in his current state it was like climbing a tall mountain peak. Cursing himself for having chosen an apartment at the top floor he took the deepest breath he could and began his climb. The three first floors were surprisingly rapidly passed but in the middle of the staircase leading to the fourth floor his body shook violently; blood gushing out of his mouth in a long metallic-tasting stream. Coughing and choking he stumbled back, almost falling over, only standing up thanks to his quick reflexes that had him planting his claws in the thick carpet covering the steps. Panting and trembling he held there for a long minute, a little puddle forming below him, the world spinning around him as he gathered all his remaining forces and resumed going forward, each step becoming harder and more demanding. His paw barely had the time to touch the fourth floor’s ground that he fell flat on his belly; the constant coughing forcing out more blood that stained the thick fluffy carpet. Breathing hard through the blood pooling in his mouth he tried to remain calm and focused. He had no other choice than to crawl the rest of the way; his claws skidding on the slick marble stairs; making it even harder. Even climbing a mountain seemed easier for him in his state. Finally; after countless exhausting efforts he reached the last floor; his door was five meters away but he felt so weak… so tired… so… sleepy, his last forces leaving him with the endless flow of his blood. His eyes closes; his mind blanking; his muscles becoming useless weakened things as the world around him went dark and silent.

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"And one good thing done" sighed Thyan; jumping on the couch, sweating hard, panting raggedly, his muscles aching painfully, his body spent. He had spent the two last hours working on the apartment: he had changed the soiled bedsheets of his friend and thrown them to the bin; not without taking in the scent of his fertile seed for a few long and delightful minutes; his nose buried in the pool of musky dried fluids tainting the blue fabric letting out little coos of pleasure. "Oh… Squal… why do you still refuse me?" he whined in need; his body craving for more of his young friend's whitish essence, the taste still lingering on his tongue, wishing it would never go. "Oh… I wish you could fill me with this seed… instead of wasting it like this… such a shame to see all this so precious thing spilled there." he moaned as he threw it in the garbage hole that was in the kitchen's wall. It fell down the long metal tube to a large containing area where all the building's garbage was stocked then burned and the heat generated would be use to heat the apartments or produce some of the electricity the city used. After that Thyan went to his own room; grabbed his bedsheets and cleaned them of the many white puddles covering them. After that he cleaned their apartment to the darkest corner; wiping away all the dust covering the furniture; washed the dishes pilled in a nasty smelling waterhole and tidied a few things here and there. When he had finished he decided to lie on the couch for a minute or two to catch his breath; hot sweet was wetting his back as he panted, tired like never before .
But slowly a satisfied smile grew on his face. The delicious scent of the now almost shinnying apartment; the stiffness in his exhausted muscles; the acrid smell on his own sweat made his heart swell with pride, a delightful warmth enveloping him, bringing with it a sensation of immense satisfaction. Now if Squal dared to yell at him because he was doing nothing he could go fuck himself, the apartment had never been so clean nor had he been so exhausted. 
Slowly the satisfaction filling every inch of his body became arousal, making his slit tingle and puff up in excitement, a faint scent rising in the air as his tip poked out from its hiding. Throwing a quick glance down he chuckled at his own growing length, watching at the pinkish tip slithered out of his slit, throbbing and twitching faintly. With a low groan he shifted his stance a bit, squirming and trashing around in the comfy couch until he was half lying in a not very comfortable position; the fin of his back tightly pressed against the couch’s backrest as his paw traveled down to his slit, caressing and kneading sensually at his sensitive belly along the way. When his webbed paws subtly caressed the fleshy rift he couldn’t hold a little moan of excitement, delighted to find it already soaked in his lubrication, enjoying the sensation of the warm fluids over both his sensitive paw and slit. With gentle and soft motions he began to rub his slit, closing his eyes, blissful shudders shook his entire frame, his tail slapping the couch repeatedly as he spread the warm wetness of his natural lubricant around his crotch, parting the thick folds with two claws to let his member slip out and grind against his lower belly as it grew steadily, blood quickly pumping inside his cock. His agile paw took a hold of his prehensile flesh, feeling it throb and twitch in his grasp as he swiftly and dexterously stroke his length up and down; smearing his own fluids all over his growing shaft. He had always found himself well endowed with his long and now hard twenty-two inch length, more than thick enough. As his paws travelled down toward his base he could feel the many little nubs and hooked barbs covering the tapered flesh going all the way down to his engorging knot gifting the base of his cock. While one of his paws stroked and squeezed his long cock the other teases his sensitive knot, feeling it swell with more blood; a claw parting the thick labia of his slit, dipping in his lubrication-drenched depth. He closes his eyes; whimpering in bliss as pre drizzled down on his paws. Often he didn't even need to focus on something that would turn him on to cum; just the thought of a cock or a good tight hole to shelter his breeding tool would be enough to make him go over the edge in mere minutes. But this time he could put a face on his lust, on his ragging desire boiling inside him; now he knew the object of his desire was none other than his handsome roommate. Under his closed eyelids he could see his cute blue face smiling at him lustfully; lying on his bed in an enticing pose, legs spread, exposing his long shaft out in the open, drizzling his delicious precum all over his own length; his tail swaying widely behind him; the fin thumping against the comfy-looking bed; revealing his tight puckered hole to the view. The whole scene seemed inviting and only drew him closer to his so desperately wanted friend. He wanted to join him in the bed; to kiss; to lick every scales of his body; to hug him so close to his chest; to rub every square centimeter of his body, to press his snout in those sensitive scales and take as much of that sweet musky fragrance he constantly emitted; to bury his member in his depth and enjoy his warmth more than anything he had ever enjoyed, to feel his friend’s cock sink in his needy hole, pounding away as he would moan, and above all he craved to feel that thick, warm, virile essence flow inside him, cover his scales and mark him deeply with the sweet aroma of the other male. 
But his eyes suddenly snapped open and the image vanished in the haze of his lust. "Oh Squal… why must you always ignore me and refuse me…" he moaned in need, his frustration only equaled by his raw desire; stroking his throbbing member faster and harder; earning little jolts of pleasure throughout his body, high-pitched moans escaping his maw. Unconsciously his eyes slowly turned toward the clock. five o'clock P.M already. Outside the ocean had taken a gorgeous orange color due to the falling sun way above their head. The sensation of loneliness slowly; insidiously grabbed a hold of him; weighting his heart with the weight of all these years of loneliness either in his family or in society in general. But; with this sensation making old sorrow come back to the surface another came tightening the steel like grip that kept pressing on his heart: worry. 
The more he thought of him the stronger his worries grew. He knew Squal loved to take his time when he went downtown, ge couldn't blame him for that; he understood why he needed these small moments where he would be on his own. Thyan knew he wasn't a great company either. He still remembered like it was yesterday this time when Squal entered his life. He had decided to post this renting announcement not because he needed money but because he felt so alone in his big home; too big for just himself. At first it had been quite unsuccessful, all those attracted by this announcement quickly turned back and ran away from him when they met face to face. He was desperate for a company in his life and; when he thought he had done all of this for nothing Squal came knocking at the door.
Thyan had never been good at hiding his attraction to other males and when this young dragon came in he thought he was dumb to not see it like all the others.
With time he learned that Squal didn't care at all; his hunter's job was so exhausting that when he came back home he was barely awake and got to bed after a quick meal so they rarely had time to talk together. When the conflict between them started he was worried that he would leave, bringing him back to his constant and endless loneliness. In order to avoid that he engaged himself to do things he had never done before; even though he knew it wasn't enough at all. He also knew that Squal owned him three years of rent but he never asked for them; he didn't care about a few shiny coins, more than once he could have brought this up to force him to stay but he felt terrible each time he even thought about it. However all these memories didn't explain why he took so long? Actually… after what had happened he could easily figure out Squal needed some alone time yet he couldn’t stop wondering. Thyan glanced at the table next to him, scrutinizing the pile of translucent air bubbles. He was aware of the recent illness that was crippling his friend; it wasn't the first time it happened. It already happened a few month ago… in the middle of a meal they were sharing together on the table of their living room with; on the center a board game plate that they were playing at. Squal was eating and laughing when he started coughing and choking violently. At first Thyan thought he had choked on something he was eating and tried to help him as best as he could. But he quickly understood it was far worse than he first thought when his friend spat blood all over the table. One of Thyan's brothers that had come by and decided to stay for the night and play with us ran out in search of a doctor. Five minute later he brought one back. Squal's state had become worse: he was suffocating; his maw agape like a fish out of water; his gills throbbing, filling with blood. The only sound he was making was a disgusting gurgle, a large bulge had formed in his throat and every time he prodded at it a new squirt of blood would gush from his mouth. The doctor examined him rapidly with an expert eye and just gave him one of these air bubbles. Surprisingly it had its effect and Squal began to breathe normally again; even spitting all the blood stuffing his throat to Thyan’s relief. After a few days of rest and some pills given by the doctor he felt much better. However Thyan felt nervous and just to reassure himself bought a bunch of bubbles in case of another crisis.
Did it happen again? Was his friend suffocating and dying in the middle of a street? Or in a hospital maybe?
All these thought had him panicking, fear and worry squeezing his heart in a tight steel grip, his mind boiling with dark thoughts, seemingly only able to think about the worst scenario possible, and the more he thought about it the more he lost his focus on his own throbbing maleness.
Pleasure left his veins as quickly as his cock softened in his grip, the growing urge to release his seed replaced by a feeling of emptiness and anxiety. He whined, screwing his eyes shut and stroked his length faster and harder, trying his hardest to bring himself to the so desired climax, delving back in his own mind, trying with everything he had to reignite the fire of his pleasure, the most vivid memories and thoughts that came to him, even indulging himself in his own, most secret fantasies. But nothing did the trick and his member kept shrinking down, turning flaccid as it retreated in its hiding place, leaving him panting, trembling in frustration, with that feeling of unfulfilled desire, his now empty forepaw soaked in his own gooey fluids and with a snarl of frustration on his face. He slammed his tail hard in the couch; breathing hard from this intense stimulation so abruptly brought to a sudden end. Slowly he rubbed his slit; trying his best to coax his cock out again but it only sent little shivers of frustration up his spine, his own body remaining oblivious to his own stimulation. He finally gave up; it was useless to force his body to do something it didn't want to do. Slowly his eyes wandered around in the empty apartment until he noticed a little detail. "Damn it!" he growled; realizing he had forgotten one last chore to do: check the mails in the mailbox that was five floors down. "Whatever" he sighed, leaning back against the couch, thinking Squal could do it when he'd come back. But he wanted to please his friend for once; to see him smile like it happened so rarely since they knew each other. He got on his paws and walked out of the apartment; closing the door with his tail.
The next instant he was gasping in shock, paralyzed on the spot, his jaw dropping on a blank cry, his eyes going wide as he discovered a scene of horror, something he thought impossible, something that he thought belonged only to his darkest and scariest nightmare. However this time, it couldn’t be more real. There; in the middle of the corridor; splayed in a pool of blood was his friend; laying on his belly; eyes closed; maws agape on rivulets of blood.
Thyan stayed frozen for a long time; paralyzed by fear and terror; incapable of moving a claw toward his friend. His guts were doing painful knots, his heart pounding hard and fast in his chest, but his brain was blanking, frozen on the picture of his friend in distress, as if all his nightmares had come true in a second. He knew it… he shouldn't have let him go out… he knew it… his guts told him something bad was happening… yet… he ignored them.
A wave of fear washed over him, adrenaline rushing in his veins, his body finally able to move so he rushed to his friend; stepping in the vermillion blood, holding back a gag reflex as the heavy stench of blood assaulted his nostrils. He was no doctor… he had no knowledge whatsoever of medicine. Taking all his courage in hand he bent down, putting a paw on his flank, shaking him but to no use. He tried to help his friend as best as he could but he could hear or feel no breathe; no heart beat; not a single move. Panic was flooding his brain with senseless thought as blood painfully pounded in his veins. 
Was he too late? Was his friend… dead? No… no it couldn't be, he persuaded himself, shaking the thought away as he shook his friend hard; calling for him with a trembling voice. No answer. He grabbed a paw and clenched it hard; begging for his friend to do the same. To his relief he felt a light shift and tension in the muscles as the paw moved slightly; weakly gripping his.
Perhaps there was still a spark of hope. A new courage warmed his body as he shouted as loud as his broken voice allowed me. "Someone… anybody… help me!"
Only the silence answered him, a deep, heavy, suffocating quiet. How stupid was he? Everyone was still at work at that time. 
However… like fate wanted to contradict him a door creaked open and a large frame appeared. "Oh my god!" yelled a feminine voice. Thyan slowly turned his teary eyes toward the source of the voice, discovering through the veil of his tears a magnificent sea dragoness all dressed in pearly white scales. But he had no time to marvel at her beauty she was already rushing to them. Thyan could only stare at her powerlessly as she examined Squal to with a far more expert eye than he could. Even if he could see worry and fear in her pale blue eyes she remained calm as she touched Squal's blood-drenched face. "He is still breathing… but barely." she whispered "He is in a really bad state. How long has he been here? How did he end up like this?" "I… I… I… don't… don't… know… I… I… just found… him… here…." mumbled Thyan; his body trembling in fear, his muscles paralyzed, his brain frozen on the vision of his friend’s body in the middle of that large red pool. The dragoness grabbed him by the shoulders and slapped his face several time until his cheeks were burning him, jolts of pains bursting from his face. "Hey Thyan stay with me!" she roared in his face "He need air. Do you have some?" It took Thyan a long tensed minute during which he only stared at his friend's body with a heart weighted by sorrows and regrets to even register the information. He nodded weakly and mumbled "Yes… I… I have some… in our room…" "So what are you waiting for?! Hurry the fuck and go grab one!" she shouted with a new slap across his face. Thyan slowly backed away, his whole facing aching and burning now, pain coursing through his whole body as he turned around, looking at the still open door leading to their apartment, unable to move; like his body was too heavy to even hold itself on its own. Noticing it she shoved her snout in his side, causing him to stagger forward; urging him to move. "Hurry up we don't have all day! And him… less…." Thyan once again barely moved, trembling from head to toe. "Come on Thyan for once in your life do something that matters!"
Her words were like an electrical shock on Thyan, his brain boiling with anger a burning rage flowing in his veins. He growled in anger yet ran back to his apartment; slamming the door in the wall when he opened it and grabbed four of the translucent bubbles before running back to his friend. "Perfect…" she whispered as she took the biggest with extreme caution, making sure to not break the fragile surface and threw him a grateful smile. Thyan wasn't used to such a reaction from a dragoness, feeling himself blushing profusely as she affectionately caressed his face. The contact of her soft paws on his face left him astonished; his cheeks heating up with embarrassment or perhaps it was just the dull ache of the hard slaps she had just taken.
He stayed there, observing her quietly, suspended to her every motions as she fed the bubble to his friends; her attractive body; the perfect curve of her haunches; her graceful and slender body; the magnetic beauty she was radiating, her pearly white scales glimmering in the light, the slightly darken tone along her belly only underlining the sheer beauty. Her pale blue eyes were mesmerizing, radiating with calm and care as well as determination. It was a shame that he wasn't interested otherwise he would have tried to flirt with her and he knew many males would have already tried.
Before his eyes Squal started to cough; spitting more blood. Thyan felt his heart tighten. Was it too late? But to his own relief his friend quickly caught his breath. Although he was still unconscious and far from saved Thyan knew they had avoided the worst. He took a deep breath and was about to thank the dragoness when he realized he didn't even remembered her name; he was sure he knew her… but he was unable to put a name on this familiar face.
He was about to ask her but she was quicker than him and said with a voice that left no room for any kind of protest. "Take him to somewhere more… private… I'll go find a doctor." and without waiting she vanished in the staircase.
Thyan sighed and pulled his friend with him toward his apartment but kept the door opened then hoisted him on the couch and tried to put him in the most comfortable position he could find while keeping his eyes far from his friend's gender. When Squal was comfortably set on the couch he sat next to him, keeping his eye on him, scanning for any sign of troubles. He waited patiently; finally realizing how closed he went from losing his closest friend. He never believed in gods and never went to the temple to pray or honor them but for once he broke his own rule and prayed to all divinities he remembered, begged them to save his friend, to cure him, wishing for a blessing, a miracle, for his friend to wake up. He kept doing so for minutes, hours, cowering in an uncomfortable crouching position, eyes screwed shut until a low groan came to his ear.

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Squal slowly opened his eyes; his body felt weak; a big pile of useless muscles, flesh and bones he could barely move, his head throbbing with an intense pain coursing through his brain in violent waves of pure suffering. He could hear nothing aside from a loud whistle; his vision was… just a blinding white in which he could distinguish a large green patch. Slowly, very slowly his vision adapted to the light, everything stabilizing, allowing him to discover his friend, bent over him, staring at him with worry and utter joy in his glimmering eyes, an expression of immense relief on his tensed traits. He wanted to speak but no sound came out of his mouth, only a stifled gasp. His lungs were aching badly, burning him as if a fire was ragging inside them and he could sense the metallic flavor of blood lingering on his tongue. "Squal… are you alright?" He only made a pained grimace. "I take that as a no. Can you talk?" This time he managed to move his snout from left to right at the cost of a tremendous effort, only intensifying the pain hammering his head. "Hold on…the doctor should be here soon."
After a long silence Squal managed to form a few words. "Where… am… I?" "At home… safe." answered his friend in a reassuring tone, giving hyim a quick nuzzle. "How…?""I…  I went out to check the mails… and… I found you… lying in the corridor… in your blood…. I… I thought you were dead." His friend broke in tears as he hugged him, cuddling and holding him close to his own chest. The tight grip was too much for Squal, he felt as if his friend was going to break him if he kept tightening his grip, and… even worse… the affection felt weirdly uncomfortable for him.
"Too… tight… can't… breath." he squeaked. Instantly his friend let go of him. "Sorry… I… let my emotions… overwhelm me." Squal smiled slightly.
Five long minutes later the dragoness came back with an older guy wearing satchels with a large red cross on them. Squal's eyes widened when he recognized her "A… A… Aryna…" he whimpered in surprise.
"So… where is the patient?" asked the doctor with a deep yet reassuring voice. Squal made a sign in his direction. "Could you leave us alone for some time?" he asked looking at Thyan insistently. Thyan nodded without protesting, leaving obediently even if he wanted to stay and closed the door behind him. In the corridor he found himself face to face with the white dragoness going by the name of Aryna. "I hope it will get better for him." She whispered softly, her voice full of sincity and care. "I hope too…" "So… I… guess it's where our way parts." "Wait!… don't you want to stay a bit longer? I mean… he could enjoy… some friendly faces." shyly stammered Thyan, a slight blush creeping over his cheeks. “No thanks I have other things to do. And after all… he already has you." "Yeah… but we're not really in good terms right now." "Don't worry… I think it will soon be behind you." "I'm not that confident." "Come on… if you show him you care for him and… do something else than… well… what you usually do, I think he'll soon forget." "I guess you're right."
"Well… then… see you later." "See you…. Oh and… Thyan… you should tell him the truth." "I know… but… I… I can't…." "That's your choice but know that lies and friendships rarely go along well." interrupted Aryna, slowly heading toward her apartment, her tail swishing from side to side behind her. "I know." sighed Thyan, looking away, his heart heavy with sorrow and doubt.
With that said she walked to her own apartment and vanished inside with a last reassuring and comforting glance in his direction; leaving Thyan alone with the heavy burden of his forbidden secret.  Many times before he had thought about it, revealing his big secret, a secret that everyone seemed to know about or to have figured out except for him but every time he tried he couldn’t bring himself to do it, to form the words that would break the shackles of secret, only managing to blabber incoherent words at best or instantly shift to another subject. Each time something held him back, something preventing him from being honest with his friend, and he knew exactly what it was, it was fear, above everything else he feared Squal’s reaction, he feared to see him leave, turn away and slam the door, leaving him alone, forever. He didn’t want to lose his friend, perhaps his only one.
He was pulled out of his reflections by the sound of the door creaking open. The doctor came out with the satisfied smile of someone who knew they had done their job well. "I put your friend in his bed and gave him some pills. He needs a lot of rest." He announced calmly, noticing Thyan sitting near the door. “Do you know what went wrong?" "Not exactly… but I suspect something I haven't seen in a while. But I'd rather not give a too early diagnostic. We'll have to wait until my medicine take effect. I'll come back in a week to see how it goes. Until then he must not move out of his bed without your help; no sports at all; no exhausting activity. Understood?" "Yes… clearly." "And give him this, three time per day for the next week until I come back." Thyan grabbed a small vial filled of elongated brown pills. "Thank…. How much do I owe you?" "Hmmm… counting the emergency… the medical products… plus the standard price of a consultation… one hundred coins… and I'm kind I've rounded it because I know your brother Raynhor." "One hundred! That's… expensive!" squeaked Thyan, backing away in shock his jaw dropping in disbelief. "Sorry can't do any better." Thyan sighed and entered his apartment again and brought back the money to the doctor. "Thanks you and have a nice day." "Yeah you too…" he huffed before slamming the door to the man's face.
He sighed deeply. One hundred coins was a lot… but it was a price he was ready to pay for a friend.
He went to his friend’s bedroom finding him lying in his bed; sleeping peacefully, a sly grin floating on his lips, the only worrying thing was the sound he made when he breathed; some kind of high pitched hiss. For now everything was fine however he remained near his friend until the apartment was plunged into the thick impenetrable darkness of the night. His belly gurgled loudly demanding some food. Noticing Squal’s back lying on the nightstand, he took a peek inside, finding it full of food. Squal had an eye to always choose the best products, he thought, his stomach growling in aproval. Thyan brought everything to the kitchen and filled their larder. Then he decided to put his talents of cook to use and prepared himself a good meal made of a part of the large fish brought back by Squal; some vegetables and other spices, all of this helping him get his mind off of things, so much that he surprised himself whistling and humming. The result smelled and looked tasty, causing him to drool over his own plate. He decided to eat near his friend to keep an eye on him. He was enjoying every bite of his meal when a sudden and unexpected chill ran down his spine; his muscles tensing, his breath halting as all the warnings in his head went critical, his instincts telling to be on his guard as he finally felt it, that so unusual and terrifying sensation of being observed. Slowly, quietly he turned his head to the side, looking at his friend. Squal was awake, half-lidded eyes staring at his plate in envy. Thyan felt bad for enticing his friend in such a way. "Are you hungry?" he mumbled, feeling guilty. His friend nodded yes. Thyan lowered his gaze to his half emptied plate, feeling so terrible and stupid for not having thought about his friend and whispered. "You want some?" Once again he nodded approvingly. So Thyan fed him, mentally cursing himself for not thinking about that earlier. Once again he had been selfish, taking for himself without thinking about others but at least he could somehow make it up to his friend. It was long and slow, Thyan had to do everything, from cutting little pieces of fish to feeding his friend with them. It kept on going until his friend made him a sign that it was enough.
"Can you talk?” asked Thyan, depositing the plate with the now cold remnants of the fish on the nightstand. "Barely" murmured Squal in a barely audible tone. “How do you feel?" "it hurts." "what hurts?" “My lungs… my throat… everything… hurts.” "Do you want something?" "Sleep… I… want… to sleep." Let out Squal, his eyes slowly closing. "Well then… I'll leave you alone. Good night my friend." whispered Thyan before giving his bedded friend a gentle nuzzle on the cheek, quietly leaving the room, leaving the door open. After a few minutes he opted to stay as close as possible to his friend for the night, making his bed on the futon. Yet, despite his efforts he couldn’t find sleep until late in the night, anxiety keeping him awake, fear haunting every time he dared to just close an eye, his mind racing with thoughts and questions.
They had no other choice than to wait the full weak and hope Squal's state would get any better. Speaking of which Squal was spending most of his time in his bed, sleeping and when he was awake it was just to eat, drink, or go to the bathroom to relieve himself. Thyan had to do everything alone in the apartment which was highly uncommon for him. Squal on his end was deeply asleep, recovering slowly, unaware of his friend's struggles to do everything; cleaning; cooking and all the new things he had to take care of. Every time he had to leave the apartment to buy some food he feared something could happen so he tried his best to be as quick as possible. Once, as he ran back from the marketplace he smashed head-first right into someone at their building’s entrance. “Sorry… my bad… wasn’t looking where I was going…” he grunted as he got on all fours, a bit dizzied, searching for the few vegetables that had slipped from his bag and rolled on the pavement. “No problem I wasn’t really looking either, got distracted” answered a feminine voice as a white paw popped before his eye handing him a large rounded red fruit. Thyan let out a surprised squeak when he recognized who this paw belonged to. “Aryna! Sorry I didn’t know it was you” “It’s nothing really” she laughed as she put the fruit back in Thyan’s bag “Anyway how is it going for you?” “Don’t have time to talk have to hurry…” he apologized before trying to run away, circling around the dragoness. Anyra only dashed in front of him with ease, blocking the door before him “Hey calm down, why are you in such a hurry?” “I have to check on Squal to see if he is fine” “Why?” “He is bedded with tone of pills to take so I have to be constantly there to take care of him” he quickly explained, trying to slither around the dragoness, his omnipresent fear shouting at him to hurry up. “There is no need to worry he won’t move from your home.” “Better be sure” he huffed, finding an opening only to be gently pushed back.
“Seriously Thyan calm down.” She exclaimed, putting a paw on his shoulder, “How long has it been since you got yourself some proper sleep?” “Almost a week” sighed Thyan, bowing his head down. “So take a break, I don’t know, go for a walk, I’ll check if everything is alright ok.” A light of relief lit up in Thyan’s eyes as she grabbed his satchel. This is how Aryna took Thyan’s place near Squal when he had to go out, giving him a bit of time to relax and appease the fear burning inside him. Squal wasn’t even noticing the difference, he was floating in an ocean of emptiness, a shark would have been sitting next to him it wouldn’t have made a difference for his blurred mind. Every time he took a pill he dived straight into this comfy nothingness, his whole body like disconnecting, plunging him in a deep, dreamless slumber, the ache in his lungs; the pain coursing in his body; all of that disappeared in an instant; leaving him with a sensation of relief and well-being, knowing that for once no nightmare would disturb him. The only disagreeable side effect was that he often found himself delirious when he woke up,, his vision dizzy, his body weak, his throat dry and his tongue numb, forcing him to stay in bed, staring at the ceiling where some strange colorful shapes kept floating before his very eyes.
The week went by slowly, peacefully, without any other incident and, when the doctor came knocking at their door Thyan was impatient to know the results, almost urging the doctor to tell him. Sadly after a quick examination Thyan's smile faded like snow under the sunlight. Yes Squal was feeling better but he wasn't out of troubles yet, his body still weakened and vulnerable, needing more rest to fully recover. The doctor estimated that he should stay in bed for two more weeks then he'd be good to go, also they could reduce the dose of pills per day from three to only one. They were both relieved but Thyan grimaced when he had to pay another hundred coins, an annoyed snarl that didn’t go unnoticed for Squal. 
The second week was much more boring for Squal: he was more often awake and had his mind clear most of the time. He was quickly tired of being in his bed with nothing to distract him. Time felt for him as if it was going in slow motion, seconds dissolving into minutes, into hours so slowly. Thyan tried to distract him as best as he could but he quickly ran out of ideas too. So Squal spent a lot of time reading, eating through books Thyan was giving him so rapidly that he emptied their library in three days, going back to his earlier state of infinite boredom until Thyan came back on the fourth day crumbling under a huge pile of books he had borrowed from the library along with a few board games and other stuff which put a wide grin on Squal’s face.
At the end of the second week he was capable of making short trips around his room and go to the bathroom by himself. It was an important stress relief for Thyan who could take a bit more time for himself. The third week was no difference. The doctor came again and announced them that the next week Squal should be able to go back to work and that they could stop the treatments. Squal smiled to him and shook his hand vigorously; relieved to know this, gratitude and happiness radiating from him as he already felt much better. But it didn't stop him from noticing the grimace twisting Thyan's traits when he gave the doctor his money. Squal was surprised by his behavior and angry grumbles when the door closed. "What is wrong with you?" Asked Squal, a bit annoyed by his friend’s reaction, as if, as if he wasn’t pleased with how things were going. "Nothing… it just cost me an arm.” sighed Thyan, shaking his head after taking a deep inhale. "Why do you care about money your parents give you plenty of it." Retorted Squal. Thyan froze, standing still in the middle of the living room, his frame filling the doorframe perfectly as he stared at his friend, his lips trembling, his tail quickly swishing from side to side behind him, his eyes darting in every direction to avoid looking at him, like he was hesitating, like he was on the verge of saying something, something important. Was there a problem? Had it cost so much to his friend? "Yeah… forget that…" just huffed Thyan before vanishing in his own room, leaving Squal puzzled and questioning. Flopping back onto his bed he let out a deep sigh, rolling his eyes in disbelief, thinking Thyan was just acting like a pest or perhaps, perhaps taking care of him for these few weeks had taken much more of a toll on him that he had imagined. He had noticed how Thyan had been working day and night for him, constantly on edge, only sleeping only with an eye, constantly checking up on him, trying to be everywhere and do everything at the same time even though he tried to reassure him many times with no result. Perhaps he just needed some rest, some alone time to cool down and relax after everything that had happened.
Squal was now able to handle himself again alone, only having to stop sometimes to catch his breath but it didn't stop him from taking back his life where he left it, assisting Thyan as best as he could in the house’s chores, spending more time than ever with his friend, playing together, even going outside once for a nice bowl of fresh air and in less time than it took to say it everything was back to normal. 
One night as he was sitting alone in the living room, eating his meal while reading a newspaper he had asked Thyan to by him, his roommate gone out alone for the first time in a month when Thyan burst in the apartment, wearing a happy, teasing grin on his face, with another one of his one night loves trailing behind. This time it was a large bulky, muscular red drake who grumbled some kind of salute then vanished in Thyan's bedroom. He had used to this incessant ballet of males going in and out at all times. He was aware of Thyan's sexual orientation but didn't care, he did what he wanted with his body and it was none of his business. But in a way he had been delighted that it stopped for this short period but what could he do about it? So he kept eating; throwing a distracted eye to the newspaper splayed in front of him. On the first page the tittle of one of the article immediately caught his attention. “Another group of hunter slaughtered, the beasts strike again” His guts tightened as he swallowed another mouthful of fish, or rather tried to. So it wasn't just a legend to spook newbies it was true. Dread washed over him, causing him to shiver to his very bones, fear, like a freezing cold cloak falling on top of him, each and every scale tingling with panic, The only threat he feared whenever he went out of the city to hunt, the only thing that had all hunters looking over their shoulders at all times; the only real danger daring to attack them in full light; the only thing that could tear them apart in a one on one fight, leaving only bloody shreds floating in red waters. He was aware of the risks but never encountered this living danger; this living death sentence for any of them. However he feared the day when his path would cross the one of such a nightmarish creature. He would be amazed for sure yet terrified by this impending doom for him as the black shadow would dive on him or leap out of a dark corner and lash out onto his poor defenseless self. There was no precise description of these monsters, the few survivors of their deceitful attacks described black or grey shadows swimming through the ocean at an incredible speed heading straight for them, a living storm of violence all in claws and fangs tearing through their flesh like it was made of thin sand. The thought made Squal shiver in fear, his stomach twisting violently, cutting his appetite short.
He went to his room; nervously looking behind his shoulder like someone was following him, like some threat was observing him from the shadow ready to snap at him. But there was nothing beside the quiet, empty and safe apartment, yet he uncontrollably trembled, his heart beating fast as his mind panicked, imagining one of these monsters hidden in every possible dark corner, waiting for the moment where he’d lower his guard to attack.
 He vigorously shook his head, kicking the thought away, calming the ragged thumping of his heart and went to bed, closing his eyes, finding the delicious path of the dream world easily. 
He was woken up some time later by a combination of loud moaning and lewd disturbing sounds. "Oh god… no please…" he grumbled as he grabbed a pillow and covered his ears with it, burying his head under a fluffy cover yet he sounds were still somehow able to reach him. He added more pillows to the pile over his head. Nothing managed to stop the sounds of the probably wild breeding happening behind the walls of his room. "Shut up…" he huffed, teeth gritted, eyes screwed shut, trying to ignore the sounds and to find sleep again but to no avail. “Shut up!” he roared; throwing a large pillow to the wall. It hit the tough surface with a muffed thump before limply falling to the ground. They didn't seem to have heard anything. "Shut the fuck up you prick! I'm trying to get some sleep!" he roared with all his might, only getting the same ignoring silence in return as he began to cough. Yelling like this make his throat ache and his lungs burn with pain, he still had not fully recovered. If he couldn’t get his friend’s attention like this he had to get himself physically involved. He jumped of his bed and walked to his friend’s door where a little card suspended to the handle displayed "do not disturb.". Squal didn’t care and opened the door wide. When he got inside he immediately froze; his eyes bulging out, his lower jaw dropping, his whole body tensing, claws digging in the ground as his brain blanked leaving him incapable of saying a single word. Before his eyes he discovered the two males in the middle of a raw mating. The older, larger red drake on top of Thyan, dominating him from all his height and might; clutching the more submissive dragon's flanks between his fore paws, holding his neck between his powerful jaws as his cock sank deep into Thyan's tailhole, stretching him wide. They were facing the other way; offering Squal a perfect view of the show. He could only stare in shock and to his own surprise, curiosity. How could this huge pole of flesh penetrate so easily in his friend's tight-looking hole? It was so… large… so thick… so long, so massive… slickened with all the fluids coating it. Under the dominant male Thyan was moaning weakly, bowing his head down; answering to each thrust with a buck of his hips to help shove more of the thick cock in his eager hole. His own member was hanging out in the open air below him; unsheathed and hard; dripping precum with each forceful thrust. Squal couldn't move his eyes away from his friend’s hard throbbing spire bouncing between his legs every time the male humped him, sending him bending down more and more, submitting below the dragon mounting him. He acted… just like a female. 
This simple thought turned Squal on so badly, his slit tingling with arousal as his member stirred to life, slowly poking out of hiding. Instead of turning back and leaving the two males to their business he stepped forward; his own member slowly getting out of his slit; already throbbing in the raw need of release, quickly swelling longer and larger, aching for a tight hole to fill. He moaned in need, his hard cock slapping his belly, precum squirting on his scales. Finally Thyan seemed to notice his presence, turning his lust-filled eyes toward him. Squal didn't move a muscle, holding his breath when his friend's gaze found him in the darkness. However instead of stopping he smiled to him and winked, leaving Squal confused and unsure of what it meant. He soon got his answer. 
Thyan began wiggling his rump tantalizingly, sensually rolling his hips, riding the thick pole plowing his rear with ease, his own shaft throbbing, twitching and drizzling pre in a gorgeous and enticing show; making the large male growl loudly as he tightened his grip, fucking him harder and faster as the more submissive dragon cried out in bliss. Squal was stranding there in the middle of the room, petrified but also mesmerized; his maw open on a word he never pronounced; staring at the two rutting males, his eyes going from the bigger male wildly pounding him with ruthless abandon, to the stuffed and oozing tailhole of Thyan, to his member squirting his viscous pre on the floor; begging for a warm place to shelter his quite impressive girth. Squal was panting, his whole body trembling, quaking under tremors of pure lust flooding his vein, he hadn't even been touched yet he was horny beyond imagination, in need like he had never been before. He felt already so close to the edge from just watching the two males going at it, a spectacle that he never thought would have him so hard. Craning his neck to face his own hard spire he found it dribbling pre, forming a nice musky-smelling puddle between his hind paws, the strong scent overpowering his senses. He wanted to join them and be a part of it so badly, a part of him aching, craving for it, his whole body yearning for the tight hole displayed before him, or perhaps it was the thick cocks that had him drooling while another part of him held him back, preventing him from closing the gap. And, as if it wasn't already enough to make him cum Thyan craned his head upward; driving the larger guy in a sloppy kiss. The wet sounds of their tongue coiling together; saliva dripping from their parted jaws only made Squal more eager to join them, nevertheless he was still standing there, his paws like glued to the ground, refusing to move. 
When they broke the kiss long strands of saliva held between them for a split second before breaking off. This mouth looked so inviting; it would be such a nice place to bury his cock in, Thyan surely wouldn’t mind. Or perhaps… perhaps this long drippy cock throbbing between his friend's hind legs could use some attention… it looked so alluring from where he was standing, big, thick and long, throbbing in need. He shook his head violently, pulling out of his lust-addled state. Why was he thinking like this? His mind was going from normal to a lust addled state flooding his veins with pleasures he never thought he could feel. Why were his thought, his feelings so… messed up?
He was panting in carnal lust in the middle of his friend’s room with a ragging erection demanding for attention. The only source of stimulation he had was just the sight of the now two edgy dragons growling and groaning their lust to the ceiling as they were reaching their peak.
He felt so close too… a simple contact, a lick, a squeeze, a rub, a simple gust of wind would have been enough to make him cum on the spot. Yet he remained untouched whimpering as he stared like a pervert from the shadows at the pair of males savoring the holy pleasures of the most fulfilling act a dragon could do in his life.
His body was quaking with shuddering bliss; his hips bucking mechanically, his cock leaking pre like a faucet; a large pool of fluids growing quickly below him while some squirt of preseed hit his belly.
Then, a deep growl filled the room, making every fiber of his being shiver, pulling him out of his lusty state just in time to see the larger, more dominant dragon slam one last time his member in his friend, his knot popping inside his stretched hole with a loud wet noise, tying them together as the male unleashed a torrent of seed in Thyan's passage. Squal couldn’t hold a muffed moan when he saw the white creamy seed of his friend erupt from his twitching and throbbing cock, painting both the floor and his belly in a pearlescent white coat.
The heavy potent musk only grew stronger with each spurt of cum, waffling at Squal's nose, triggering another lusty moan. His whole frame shivered in need, he wanted so badly to be at this large male's place, plugging Thyan's eager hole with his member and emptying his balls in his guts. However, Instead of going forward he stayed there, his paws like attached to the ground despite the sheer amount of pure lust boiling within him, despite his brain screaming at him to stop cowering away and indulge himself. The dominant male before him began wiggling his hips, pulling back and tugging at Thyan’s rump, forcing his knot to pop out with a wet squelching sound, followed by a stream of gooey virile semen while Thyan squealed in a mix of pain and pleasure, his tailhole squeezing on emptiness, forcing more cum to ooze out. Squal couldn’t stop staring, hypnotized by the sight of his friend’s loosened hole opening and closing, more and more seed leaking out along his scales until he felt a like a contact, a mere caress on his scales but no one was close to him. After a second he realized it was just the sensation of being watched, spied. His friend was staring directly at him with amusement, his eyes hazy with lust and his facial expression stuck on a large goofy smile. For a split second Squal thought his friend was making a sign to him, inviting him to join them. Fear gripped his heart as all his senses came back to him in a rush of panic. What if the large male above noticed him? What if it displeased him? Would he beat him? Or… what if… he wanted to mount him? What if he ended up with this thick cock inside him? He couldn't take it although a part of him found the thought really exciting. Without hesitation he ran away, his instinct screaming at him to leave this place.
He rushed to his room, closed the door and put all his weight against the thick wooden panel. He was breathless, panting hard, like he had run a marathon, his frame shaking with raw fear. Slowly, extremely slowly, as the ragged beating of his heart slowed down, as fear melted away he let himself slide against the door until he was sitting against it, staring at his own twitching flesh demanding him all his attention. "What is wrong with me?" he whined, tears flowing down his cheeks.  Why was he feeling like this? Why was he aroused by the sight of two rutting males? Why all his body yelled at him to come back and do it?
So many questions that only brought another: was he… gay?
No… no he couldn't be. He shook his head with all his might, trying to clear his mind of the tide of lust. He was not gay, he had never been. His lust had always been aimed toward females, toward one in particular, a female that was so close to him, yet out of reach. Aryna; this gorgeous female made him shiver in arousal every time he saw her but made him lose all his means whenever he dared to talk to her, which was the source of countless jokes from Thyan. So… why was he so… excited? Why was he so hard? Why did he act this way, why didn’t he leave the room before? 
He tried his best to calm down, closing his eyes as tighty as he could, slowing his breath down to appease his heartbeats. But… beneath his tightly shut eyelids the scene was replaying itself again and again as if it was carved on his very eyes. He could still see their cum splattering all over the floor, see their magnificent lengths throbbing; smell their potent fragrance and their sweat, their manly musk filing his nostrils, hear them moan. His eyes snapped open, breaking the scene right in the middle of the action, putting an abrupt end to the troubling and equally arousing vision. One thing remained however: the moans but this time they weren’t in his head. They were going at it again, the mere thought of it, of what they could possibly be doing turning him on more than he’d admit it, his mind imagining all kind of scenarios, coming up with all the positions it knew even the fanciest and kinkiest one, causing Squal to blush and his membet to throb with renewed vigor, slapping his belly with every twitch.
Squal couldn't hold it back any longer, his hind legs kicking against his will; his tail slamming repeatedly in the floor as his body jerked upward, his cock stiffening right before the first spurt of his cum gushed out of his tip. A low whimpered moan managed to break the tight seal of his clenched jaws, his claws curling inward as pure, untamed pleasure washed over him. Gush after gush his seed rushed out of his cock, releasing the pressure welling up in his loins, white sticky cum splashing on the ground below as well as on his belly, blanketing his scales in a delightful warmth, the stronger spurts hitting his face, staining it with long white streaks, the strong scent of his own essence filling his nose. By reflex he licked his snout, tasting his own essence, causing him to huff and grunt in surprise. He had never done it before, finding it dirty to swallow it yet this time he enjoyed the strong spicy flavor upon his tongue. Slowly his orgasm died out; leaving him with a sensation of fulfillment he hadn’t felt in a while. Weakened, bathing in the afterglow of probably one of the most intense climax of his life he he crawled to his bed, his body numb and weak, a feeling of immense delight coursing through him, as if a warm cover was being deposited on top of him. Too tired to get under the covers he fell there, curling in a tight ball, a happy, satisfied grin floating on his lips as he closed his eyes, finding sleep in a few seconds. His dreams were full of heated images of dragon mating lovingly, either male or female with hard throbbing erection, tight looking tailholes or gaping, wet pussies waiting for him to do something to satisfy their needs, increasingly sexier males and females aligning before him, raising their tails, wiggling their rumps invitingly or flopping onto their back, displaying how eager they were, only for him to choose, doing everything they could to tease him and have him take them for the night. At the peak of this enticing dream he found himself on a large bed, mounting a female he immediately recognized from the dazzling white of her scales, the pure and perfect beauty coming from her and the burning desire she inspired him. Aryna, his absolutely adorable, kind, gentle and marvelously beautiful neighbor, the one that had his heart pounding in his chest every time he caught a glimpse of her, the one that had every cell in his body burning for her; and she was there, below him, swaying her hips invitingly, tail pushed to the side, her warm slit rubbing against the tip of his hard cock as she looked back at him with a seductive expression. He could almost hear her whisper “what are you waiting for? I’m all yours” and he gladly obliged, thrusting hard into her, feeling the warmth of her divine pussy envelop his cock, her moans filling his ears, a perfect melody only for him to listen. Before he knew it he was roughly breeding Aryna with all his might, his cock reaching so deep inside her, making her moan in pure bliss as he thrusted inside her hot, velvety vagina, her insides massaging his length from everywhere, drawing his climax closer. However, right when he was about to cum her form began slowly shifting, becoming a mere blur of blending, twisting and changing colors. When it stabilized it was no longer Aryna beneath him, it was none other than Thyan who he was wildly humping. His tight, muscular tailhole squeezing his hard and throbbing cock in the best ways possible, milking him for everything he had, his lusty moans filling his ears, encouraging him to go faster and deeper as he panted hard, feeling the wave of his orgasm about to crash down upon him. But at the moment he was going to let it all loose Thyan vanished, disappearing into thin air, leaving his dripping cock out in the open begging for attention. He barely had time to figure out what had just happened that a heavy weight fell down on him, forcing him to bend down, as something big pressed against him down, pinning him down with its sheer force as something thick, prehensile and pointed snuck below his somehow raised tail, poking at his hole insistently, coating his sensitive entrance in a slick warmth before slowly pushing inside, his hole opening like a flower, welcoming the thick girth of what he knew was a cock with ease. 
It all felt so… real. He could hear the irregular breath of his friend above him as the roles reversed and he found himself whining and moaning like the other dragon did an instant before as their thick cock sunk deep inside him, spreading his untouched hole wide, causing him to clench hard around the thick shaft, pre spurting deep inside him, the whole act sending shudders of unexpected bliss all over his body as the male on top of him sped up. In no time his rear was being pried open and rutted by the horny male on top of him, his cock sliding in and out of his tight tunnel at a ruthless pace, rubbing against pleasurable spots he didn’t even know existed, the tip pommeling something deep in his hole, something that made his cock surge with lust and his moans louder. Like a dam broke inside him pleasure surged through his body, a tidal wave of lush washing over him, carrying him into a whole new world of pleasure, his cock throbbing and twitching violently, his seed gushing out in long and thick ropes, everything dissolving in an heaven of pleasure.
He felt shaken…, not only by the intense climax he had just experienced from the hand, or to be more precise the cock of another male but also like really shaken, as if someone was nudging him increasingly harder. "Squal… wake up…." sensually whispered his friend above him.
He felt a warm contact on his flank that once again… felt so real while the whole vision melted away into the nothing.
Squal's eyes opened slowly, at first only showing him a blur of colors in which he vaguely distinguished the outline of someone else next to his bed. Blinking a few times his vision became more precise until he found himself facing his friend. He gasped in surprise and looked away, the memories of his so awkward dream still fresh in his memory. "What?" he grumbled while yawning "Let me sleep…" he huffed, turning away, a light blush forming over his cheeks. "Come on get up." let out Thyan, vigorously shaking him. "What do you want? Leave me alone." he whined ,hiding his face below a pillow. "Come on don't act like a child." "Go feast on your own seed and let me sleep." Growled Squal, throwing his roommate a warning glre. "Speaking of which I think you may not appreciate to sleep in some." "In some what?" mumbled Squal, taken by surprise. "Seed." Chuckled Thyan deviously. Even if he wasn’t looking he could feel the wide grin spreading on the other male’s face. "Don't tell me you plan to… to cum on me?" "It's not even needed it's already there." Squal’s cheeks only burned red with embarrassment, the thought grossing him out and arousing him in equal measures. "What do you mean for god’s sake?" "You had another… wet dream."
This time Squal caught it and rolled on his side, exposing a large pool of fresh cum staining the covers, even his blue belly was tainted by his own spilled load, a thick musky scent radiating from his still warm cum, causing him to gulp down and look away, embarrassed to have made a mess of himself again, catching a quick glimpse of his member as it retreated in his slit. Thyan was staring at him, not bothering to hide his interest, his tongue sneaking out of his moth, licking his lips. "Look away pervert!" growled Squal, fangs bared. "Sorry…” couldn’t help it,” apologized Thyan, taking a step away, “do you want me to… clean you up?" "Keep your tongue away from me!” Roared Squal, jumping to his paws and down from the once again stained bed “I'd rather take a shower." "Sure… yes… go ahead and do that… I'll take care of your bedsheets.” mumbled Thyan, looking down shamefully.
"Yes do that…." grunted Squal as he walked to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. While the hot water jets washed away the seed clinging to his scales he plunged deeply in his thought, taking a deep breath, letting the delightful warmth erase all his worries, calming the maelstrom of question swirling in his head. What he had stumbled upon last night… his latest dream… his lust… how good and real everything had felt… how much he enjoyed it… all of this kept disturbing him, making him feel terribly weird and gross, putting him in a state of confusion and doubt, questioning all these events and his reaction to all of them. He got out of the shower, feeling better, cleaned but still somehow dirty, and made himself pretty, polishing each scales until everyone of them were shining bright under the light. He slowly got out, opening the door as silently as he could, sneakily glancing outside. The sight he caught made him gasp in shock. There, in his bedroom, right in the doorframe Thyan had his nose buried in the stained bedsheet. In the quiet apartment Squal could hear him breathe slowly, sniffing at his spilled seed, visibly enjoying the scent quite a lot, his fins wiggling in appreciation, he could almost see… no it couldn’t be it… but for a faint second he caught a glimpse of a pinkish tip between his friend’s hindlegs. Using his hunter skills he silently got closer, walking on tiptoes, holding his breath, making sure to as little noise as possible. Step by step he reached his friend, closing the gap between them; when he was close enough he coughed loudly. Thyan yelped in fear, letting go of the dirty fabric. "Squal it's… it’s not what you think…" he stammered, blushing profusely. “What were you doing?" growled Squal, suspiciously. “I… I…" "Are you going to take care of this or are you going to stand here all day?" grunted Squal, pretending he didn’t see anything, “because I can do it if it’s a problem for you”.
Thyan bared his fangs, letting out a deep growl, arching his back in an aggressive manner "What is wrong with you today?" "Nothing… I just don't like to have some weird pervert using my things for his own pleasure." Snarled Squal in return, picking up the dirty, cum-covered bedsheet lying on the ground between them.  "Does it bother you that I like males?" spat Thyan angrily, planting his burning gaze in Squal’s own, putting a paw on the covers, preventing the other male from pulling it away.
"No… I don't care…, you do whatever you want with your body and your life. What I do care about however is keeping your gay… craves as far away from me as possible. I'm not like you Thyan, I… I don't like to feast upon seed; I'm not begging for a cock whenever I see one and I’m definitely not raising my tail for others to fuck me senseless." "And what does it change for you!?” roared Thyan, anger boiling within him, lightning almost bursting from his eyes, “I don't ask you to mate with me!" "I'm preventing it… that's all." "Fuck off! If I wanted you I'd have bred you long ago or like you said I would have raised my tail for you. Anyway I would have made it known to you."
Squal gasped, a crimson blush spreading over his face, his heart leaping in his chest, the mere idea of it making him feel more and more embarrassed even though a small, tiny part of him liking the idea a lot. "So… so why were you sniffing at my things?" stammered Squal, trying to keep his composure, slowly letting go of the stained covers. "I just like your scent… like I enjoy each male scent I come across." Let out Thyan bluntly, yanking the covers away. “For you it might be disgusting but for me each scent is a delicate perfume unique to each male and it’s a pleasure for my nose.”
“Nothing else?” enquired Squal, puzzled, looking down at his own claws. “Nothing else, whatever you might think." "You know what forget this I don't want to argue with you." sighed Squal before walking away in silence, leaving Thyan growling and snarling behind.
But Thyan, irritated, angered by his friend’s perpetual disregard, confusing behavior and denial wasn't going to let go that easily, this time it was enough, he couldn’t take it anymore. He rushed to him, tossing the soiled bedsheet away, cornering a surprised Squal in the kitchen. "You pretend you're not attracted by males." "I'm not pretending… I'M NOT INTERESTED by males in any way!" roared Squal, roughly shoving his friend away. "Whatever! You keep saying this but you acts show something entirely different.” Squal only snarled, his lips pulled back, exposing his sharp, deadly teeth to his friend. “So if you're not into males as you keep saying, why did you sneak in my room last night? Why did you watch us like a pervert instead of leaving? Why did you get hard from watching us?"
Squal blushed, a deep red hue tainting the blue of his cheeks, "I… I… I… I came… to… to ask you to make… less… noise." he mumbled nervously, "Then why didn't you ask?" "I… I… didn't want to… disturb you." "Oh… such a nice attention then why did you stay?" "I… I… I…." this time Squal had nothing to answer. "Squal stop denying it, you liked what you saw back there… there is no shame in that." kindly whispered Thyan, affectionately caressing his friend’s cheek. "I… am… not… gay…" he hissed in return, evading the other one’s touch. “I never said that." "But you think it…." "A bit." he admitted with a sly grin "but it's not what matters now." "So what do you want?" "I want you to admit it." "Admit what? That I'm like you!?" “No…, not at all, just that you liked it." "I found it… arousing yes." sighed Squal, his face heating up like crazy. “Arousing… only?" "Yes… only arousing."
Thyan didn't seem really satisfied by this answer, knowing his friend wasn’t being honest, trying everything he could to cut the conversation short which only made him more determined to continue. "There's only one question remaining." He let out in a calm and serious tone. "Which is?" "Why did you react to my touch?”
The question had the effect of a bomb between them, Squal flinching, his eyes bulging wide in shock, his jaws dropping in disbelief. "You… you touched me! How? When?” He squeaked, taking a step back, staring at his friend in a mix of disgust and disbelief. “While your were sleeping silly." "How dare you!" roared Squal, boiling in anger. "Chill out I only rubbed your hole with a claw." "Only? Only! You… little rat… you're gonna regret it." "Hold your claws back for just a second and let me talk. Believe me or not but I heard you calling my name...” “Bullshit… that’s just an excuse to get in my room…” huffed Squal, his lips twitching in a doubtful grimace. “I’m serious Squal, I heard you calling for me and… with everything that happened recently I thought you were in trouble.” “Fair point…” mumbled Squal, his cheeks going through all the shades of red. “Anyway, I come into you room and guess what I find? You, sleeping peacefully with a big old boner and moaning my name.” “Oh no please tell me I didn’t do that…” whines Squal, slapping himself. “Oh I can guarantee you, you were doing just that, and from the look of it you were enjoying yourself. So I got a bit closer and decided to help you a little and I gave you a nice rub over the tailhole”. In squal’s head the pieces of the puzzle were putting themselves together, the sensation he felt during his dream felt so real because it was indeed real. But more puzzling was how good it had felt.
 You know what it did?" offered Thyan, abruptly pulling him out of his thoughts. "No and I don't want to fucking know!" "It made you moan and you came right on the spot. I've rarely seen such a reaction with a male." “Because I was dreaming of mating idiot! You just finished me of!” screamed Squal that this conversation was making more and more uncomfortable. "Ohhh I see..." "Not with you with Aryna!" growled Squal. “You’re sure?” “Oh yes, and I can tell you I was loving it and her to.” “Then why moan my name?” enquired Thyan with an inquisitive glance. Squal’s cheeks were flushed a bright crimson red. “I… I don’t know ok. I was dreaming and I would still be if not for you and your twisted little game.”
To Squal's own disappointment Thyan sniggered loudly, throwing his head back. "What's so funny?" "Oh… nothing… just the fact that it will stay nothing more than fantasies because you're too shy to even talk to her!" shouted Thyan, bursting into laughter. "How… how… dare you…" sobbed Squal, tears watering his eyes, trickling down his reddened cheeks. “Listen Squal I…" mumbled Thyan, realizing how rude his last comment had been, reaching out with a paw, only to receive one straight in his snout. "Stay far from me!" roared Squal, shoving him to the side as he left the room.
Thyan staggered on his paws, dazed by the blow, blood dripping from his nose, pain rippling through his entire snout. Meanwhile Squal ran to his room and slammed the door shut behind him, locking it before jumping on his bed, curling in the tightest ball he could. He heard knocking at his door but didn't move, neither did he answer when he recognized Thyan’s voice calling him from the other side, apologizing and begging for him to forget his behavior. Squal knew he was sincerely sorry but he didn’t react, letting nothing transpire. After some time it stopped, leaving him alone, in the quiet room reeking of his own musk. When he finally left his room he found Thyan sitting in the living room in front of a large book in which he was writing with a beautiful and meticulous writing. He lifted his eyes from his work when he heard the clicking sound of claws on the floor but Squal instantly bared his fangs and growled "Don't even talk to me… don't even come close to me… or… I'll make you regret it." His friend flinched and in a heavy silence got back to his book as Squal went back to his room after picking up a book he had forgotten on the table.
The day went by like this, in a long, thick, heavy silence between them, the apartment seeming cold and dead. Everytime Squal left the silence of his room he found Thyan in front of his book either writing or lost in his thought, his lips twitching on silent word as he mumbled to himself. Squal only now recognized the thick book, it was Thyan’s account book that he used to keep track of each coin spent and earned. He was crazy good when it came to math, figures and economy, which only made it more surprising that he never found a job in this domain, did he even look for one? However, each time he came out of his room he noticed Thyan’s expression had changed, at first he wore a happy grin then it turned to an impassive face transpiring no emotion, then to grumpy grimace, and finally to an angry snarl.
The last time he came out to prepare himself a meal it was already the evening, the light quickly decreasing in the apartment, the sea adopting an orange-red shade, basking the apartment in a warm glow. He found Thyan sprawled against the table, his face resting on the pages, snout buried deep in the paper. Believing he had fallen asleep and ignored him, heading straight for the kitchen. However when he came back muffed sounds reached his ears, coming from where his roommate was uncomfortably sleeping. At first he thought he was talking in his slumber but he soon recognized cries, the other dragon whimpering and sniffing loudly. He hesitated a long time, pondering whether he should go check on him or just ignore him. Finally, he left his plate on a table and slowly walked toward his friend.
He observed him in silence from a safe distance, hesitating on what to do. Wouldn't it be weird that the guy who told his own friend to not even talk to him was now reaching out? Or was it all a trick?
His gaze hovered over the table until he noticed the sheet of paper on which Thyan had been writing all day long, now covered of tears, so deeply soaked by salty water that all the ink had vanished, turning into a bluish blur, the words, the numbers looking more like a foreign language. Was it the cause of his distress?
He slowly closed the gap, taking the last few steps separating him from him and carefully grabbed his friend's snout like he was made of glass and brought it to his chest where he let him lie and cry as much as he wanted. Thyan flinched, cracking a teary eye open, looking up at him in a mix of surprise and disbelief before burying his snout in Squal’s soft scales, tears flowing down his cheeks. "Thyan… what's wrong?" murmured Squal, trying to sound as friendly and comforting as possible, risking a shy paw down, slowly stroking his friend’s neck, "We… we don't have enough." he sobbed, his words barely audible..
“Enough what? Money? Your parents didn't send you enough again?” "No… it's… worse." Let out Thyan, sniffing and squeaking noisily. "What's wrong then?" "I… I… I can't tell you?" "Ok… that helps a lot…." Sighed Squal, shaking his head in disbelief, looking down at the crying dragon, trying to understand what was the problem.
They waited for a long time, Squal uncomfortably close to the one he found so weird the same morning, the one that had him in an emotional rollercoaster for years now, the one that had been the cause of many of his struggles, the one that had him grossed out yet that made him feel so weird and strangely aroused, the one that had him wondering and doubting himself more than he’d admit, and also the one that made him laugh a few times, the one that was, aside from all his weirdness a great person, the one he had shared several years of his life already, the one that took care of him, and above all,  the one that perhaps was his only real friend.
"Squal…" he muttered. “Yes my friend." "Are you still… angry at me?" enquired Thyan with the most adorable of looks. "I can forgive… sometime." sighed Squal "But consider yourself lucky." "Thanks… my friend." he whispered as he hugged Squal back tightly “I’m… I’m sorry for what happened this morning… I… I know I crossed a line and…. I feel terrible for it…” “It’s ok, don’t mention it” mumbled, flinching, tail wiggling slightly in the unexpectedly tight embrace. "Squal… I… I have something to tell you." "Go ahead… while I'm still not too mad at you." "I've lied to you…" whimpered Thyan, lowering hishead until he was almost touching the ground. Squal felt himself tremble but only slightly, astonishing himself with his lack of reaction, as if he was expecting it, no, as if he knew it all along. "Why doesn't it surprise me? Tell me." he let out in a much calmer tone than he’d imagine he’d have. "That's not my parent who pays the rent… not anymore; they’ve stopped a while ago…"
Squal’s heart missed a beat as his eyes widened in surprise.
"What? But… all this money… all… everything here… where did you got all that?" he exclaimed, staring down at his friend with utter incomprehension. "I… I had to find a job." “A job! But… but… you never move your ass out of our home." Shouted Squal, his incomprehension and confusion skyrocketing. "Because my job is… here." "I don't get it." "My job comes here." Rectified Thyan, avoiding eye contact a bit more with each word. "But I've never seen you do some… paperwork or… I don't know…. anything. You just sit there all day… doing nothing… and… you go out then you… bring back a male from time to time… and you… fuck… all… night." A clear picture began to appear in his mind, growing more precise the more he thought about it. He violently shook his head, trying his hardest to shake the thought off. "Please… don't tell me it's what I think it is." He squeaked pleadingly, begging his friend to say something.
"I'm not like you Squal, I… I've… never learned… to do a job. I don't have your strength, your skill, neither am I so smart… so… beautiful. Like you pointed out so many times I’ve spent my life ding nothing, commanding others to do everything for me…" "Stop I get the idea. But… you're intelligent… you’re far smarter than I, you have way more knowledge than me… I mean I don’t understand a damn thing of what you write there. And speaking of beauty… you're quite handsome… for a male at least, gosh I can’t believe I’m saying that." hissed Squal through gritted teeth, warmth rushing to his cheeks. "Thank you… I really need that right now." sniffed Thyan, pulling him closer with an amazing force, squeezing him tight between his paws.
They hugged deeply in silence, closer to each other than they had ever been, Thyan wiping away his tears while Squal affectionately caressed his back. Shifting his position slightly Thyan let out a discreet whine full of pain and disconfort. "Is there something wrong?" enquired Squal. "No… I'm fine… just… the last guy… really stretched my ass…" huffed Thya, clamping his jaws shut as he shifted to a more comfortable positon.
Squal blushed and looked away, trying to hide his embarrassment as memories of the previous night came back to him, flashing before his eyes, his gaze falling on the large book. Now the lines of letters and numbers made more sense to him: each large yellowish sheet corresponds to a month cut in four parts; each part corresponding to a week; on each line was written a name, a date, the time they stayed, some seemingly random letters like a coded language… maybe what he did… or asked… then a price… maybe… how much he paid. Squal slowly reached out, turning one page with a trembling paw, his heart drumming in his chest; then another and another again; all of them full of names, dates and more information. Going back to the current page he pinched the bottom corner of the right page, holding it as if it was something filthy and disgusting, slowly and cautiously turning it. Where he hoped to see an empty page, it was already full of names and words. "You're a prostitute… a… a whore" he stammered in a mix of shock and dismay with a hint of hatred, anger against himself. "Yes." whimpered Thyan, his head nestled in the soft scales of his powerful chest. "How long?" gasped Squal, having trouble dealing with the new information. "Three years." sobbed Thyan, hiding his face in Squal’s chest. "Three years…" repeats Squal, the words echoing in his head.
Old forgotten memories began to rise to the surface from years ago, one day in particular rising over the rest; a day where Thyan came home like a storm, in sheer panic. He was… chubbier at that time so running like this had him breathless and sweating hard. Squal had easily noticed his distress as he began to roam around the apartment like he was searching something, throwing things around as he rummaged through their stuff. When Squal had managed to calm him down and made him sit in their couch he explained that his parents didn't send him enough money to pay the rent and the numerous bills. Squal helped him and gave him some of the money he had saved for himself to Thyan’s relief. Thyan never asked him such a favor again and even gave him back all the borrowed money after a while. It might have been when it all started, how much of a fool was he to not notice the changes in his friend's looks and behavior.
"Squal…" called Thyan between two heavy sobs "Do you hate me?" "No… I don't hate you…. I just feel so stupid for not noticing it sooner. Why you never told me about this?" "I… I was ashamed of getting so… low to sustain myself." "I… I could have helped you." protested Squal. “I didn't want to look more like a weight to you than I already was… I know you think very little of me… I didn’t want to lose what little esteem I had in your eyes. And… I… I d-didn’t want you to go because of me.... I feel so alone… I didn’t want to lose you." squawked Thyan, bursting into tears again, holding tightly onto him, his sharp claws bruising his scales slightly with how tight he was squeezing him. “So cute…." whispered Squal, rubbing his friends head as a smile curled his lips.
"So… what do we do now?" interrogated Squal after a long moment of silence, only cuddling each other. "I… I don't know… I… I have managed to save enough to pay… a part of the rent and… some of the bills." "I… I… think I can pay the rest…” mumbled Squal thoughtfully, “but… what cost us so much?" "Your treatments…" sniffed Thyan, wiping the tears away. “all that medicine was expensive, and well… since I was taking care of you I couldn’t… you know…” "For once you were the one taking care of me." giggled Squal amusingly, causing Thyan to smile. "Thyan…." "Yes…." "Do you like what you’re doing? I mean… do you enjoy… doing it?" he asked, nervously, feeling his cheeks redden with shame, this question burning his lips since he had figured everything out, a curiosity burning to be satisfied, the kind that couldn’t be suppressed.
Instantly Thyan broke their embrace, roughly pushing him away, staring at him with wide eyes, like he said something absolutely stupid. "Are you serious?! Are you freaking serious? Of course I'm not enjoying it. I… I mean… I like it… taking cocks… yes sure… but being an obedient slut to complete stranger, raising my tail for them and let them take whatever they want, use me however they please until they settle every need and kinks they have inside me I hate it. I feel so… nasty, so gross each time I do that, it’s like it leaves a mark on me… something I can’t erase or clean, as if their stench was sticking to me." snarled Thyan in disgust, "You won't have to do this… not anymore." whispered Squal, closing the gap between them, pulling him closer. "And how are we going to get some income?" "Don't know yet but we'll find something you can do without having to take a cock." "I hope you're right." Let out Thyan, nuzzling his friend affectionately, a feeling of warmth and appeasement growing within him. For the first time he felt hope, he felt he could believe in something.
At this precise moment in Squal's mind a torrent of idea flooded his brain, his head boiling and churning new ideas, not about an idea of work for his friend but about the shivering body he holds between his paws. He looked so fragile, so cute, so…. No word could describe what feelings shook his body every time he inadvertently looked at his friend, the thought of all the name in the books related to all the cocks he has taken, the scene he witnessed last night and his own so disturbing dream caused his body to itch and burn with an even more puzzling arousal, every inch of his being aching with curiosity. What about a little trial? After all… it couldn’t feel as bad as he imagined, it might even feel… pleasurable…. His own thought scared him, never before in his life had he thought of a male in such ways, nevertheless the thought was growing more and more present despite his attempts to shake it off, a new eagerness rising within him, a whole new desire he had never felt before. Perhaps… perhaps it was a good time to… give it a try….
As his friends asked him another question Squal slowly lowered his head to his friend’s level, planting his eyes into his and gave him an irresistible smile. Thyan raised a quizzical eyebrow and tilted his head on the side in incomprehension, slightly parting his maw, but before he could talk again Squal silencd him for good. Their lips met, pressing together almost instinctively in a delicate, tender kiss, the soft contact sending delicious chills down Squal's spine, stirring a very specific area of his body as he felt all warm and tingly from doing this to a fellow male.
"What… what was that for?" stammered Thyan, shoving Squal back, forcing their lips to separate, his cheeks turning a deep crimson red. "Why so many question?" answered Squal, caressing his friend's snout. "You… you said you weren't into… gay things…" gasped Thyan, shuddering from the affectionate touch. "I've… I’ve changed my mind." Whispered Squal, the last few words barely audible, still finding unbelievable he was actually saying that. In Thyan's eyes a spark of hope lit up at his words. 
To squal's own surprise his friend jumped on him, sending him staggering back as he tightly pressed their lips together in another, deeper loving kiss. Squal hesitated for a second then gave into the kiss, closing his eyes, his paws reaching out to grab at his friend’s head, driving him deeper into the kiss. His whole body trembled from the feeling of Thyan’s lips tightly pressed to his own, the sensation familiar and foreign at the same time, sending blissful shudders down his spine, His eyes snapped open, a muffed gasp escaping him when suddenly a warm, wet thing came prodding at his lips, living a slimy trail behind, asking for entrance. Squal knew what was about to happen, his heart thumping loudly in his chest, a cold sweat trickling down his spine. He had French kissed before, with girls… never with males; the idea of it both aroused his curiosity and made his bones tremble with fear. It was still time to pull back, nobody would ever know, it would never go any further but, instead of listening to this part of his brain he indulged himself in the kiss, shyly parting his lips, letting out a feeble purr as the thick, prehensile tongue snuck in his mouth with extreme caution, causing him to shiver and tense in spite of all his efforts to stay still as Thyan’s tongue pushed deeper in his maw, brushing over his razor sharp fangs. It felt weird, awkward yet not very different from what he previously experienced, his body temperature skyrocketing as, bit by bit he calmed down, his body and mind abandoning themselves to the kiss.
Slowly, naturally, Thyan took the lead, guiding the nervous male deeper into the kiss, helping him relax with slow and tender caress along his flanks and chest. Sensually their tongue coiled together in the warm confines of their maws, sending little shudders throughout their bodies as their saliva mixed together, Thyan tilting his head to the side, inviting his friend to do the same. Soon their jaws locked together, their kiss becoming wilder and more intense, Thyan exploring every inch of his mouth with his broad tongue, the prehensile organ caressing and poking at his cheeks and tongue, meanwhile his danced and twirled around the thick oral organ, squeezing and coiling around it in return, cautiously entering the other male’s maw with apprehension. Squal was amazed by how skilled his friend revealed to be with his tongue, sending little jolts of pleasure coursing in Squal’s body with even the slightest flicker of his agile appendage, low moans from both sides filling the silence. They parted lips for a short moment to catch their breath, panting, trembling, strands of spits still linking them together, their bodies burning with ragging lust. Exchanging a quick glance they grinned at each other before going back at it with a renewed intensity, their lips finding the other’s almost by instinct as they pressed more frantically against each other, hugging closer than they had ever done. Their kiss became more loving and wilder, both giving in the kiss with everything they had while their paws began to slowly descend along the other's body, rubbing and caressing sensually the sensitive scales below them, causing them both to moan into the kiss, their bodies rocking back and forth together as they shivered in perfect union.
Squal was amazed by how soft and gentle his friend was while they cuddled and kissed like this, his paws fondling his scales in such a delicate way, revealing sensitive and pleasurable spots he had no clue even existed, setting his whole frame ablaze with lust and bliss. He closed his eyes and let himself drift in the haze of lust clouding his brain, allowing Thyan a full control over his body as, with just a gentle push they both capsized on the couch next to them, Thyan’s tail coiling around his own, only deepening the embrace, every scale of his chest, belly and crotch brushing against his friend’s own, spreading warmth through him.
Thyan was in heaven, he had dreamed of doing this for years and now he had his friend so close to him, kissing him with all his might, abandoning all his inhibitions, his disregardful and hateful attitude to submit entirely to the flow of pleasure coursing in his veins, slowly but surely accepting it, his paws slowly caressing his sides. Even though his friend was still clumsy and uncertain with his paws Thyan loved each and every caress, his body tensing, trembling, arching and quivering with the slightest of touches from the other male, eliciting low whimpered moans from him. He tightened his grip slightly, not wanting to let go of him, as it would fade away if he dared to break the intimate contact, but it was all real and Squal wasn't going to leave him… not now that he was so deeply involved.
Finally they separated, trembling, breathless, long strand of their mixed saliva holding them linked for a split second before breaking. They stared deeply in each other's eyes, mesmerized by their lust; both wanting to go further, their body craving for the contact of the other against them. They shared a shy smirk after catching their breath and dived deeper in their newfound lust, continuing where they had stopped.
Thyan gripped his friend’s limbs with each of his own paws, claws latching with sheer force around Squal, forcing him in a more submissive pose with his back pressed in the comfy couch. Squal didn’t oppose any resistance, letting the other, more experienced male lead the dance and, in seconds Thyan was on top of him, holding him in a steel grip as his tongue darting at the now stuck dragon beneath him, yearning for every inch, every scale, every droplet of all the fluids he held inside to be his. He began to lick Squal's neck, unleashing a true storm of tongue lashes and dashes across his friend's neck, no… not his friend… his love. He kept licking and nibbling at every rift between scales until his neck was soaked in his warm slimy saliva. Under him Squal was puzzled by the ruthless assaults of the male's tongue upon his softening scales causing him to twitch and coo involuntarily as the haze of lust slightly cleared, allowing him to realize in what situation he had put himself into. He felt terribly wrong yet so good at the same time, so… grossed yet satisfied; every caress, every lick feeling awkward yet delightful.
It was as if he was discovering everything again, like a teenager at his first time experimenting and exploring, exposing all the secrets his body held. The contact of this broad tongue against his neck, descending lower and lower made him tremble in both discomfort and pleasure, low moans escaping his mouth even though he tried to resist, his paws and tail kicking and twitching uncontrollably with each subtle and quick dash of a tongue across his sensitive scales, the cute purrs of Thyan turning him on more and more… yet worried him. What had he started? Would he be able to carry this to an end and then look himself in a mirror? He had wanted it minutes ago in a violent, unstoppable surge of lust… but now… he apprehended what Thyan could do to him and how it would turn out, his mind racing with panic-infused thoughts, screaming at him to get away from the other male.
Thyan felt the tension in Squal's muscles and slowly turned his gaze upward, finding his friend’s face contorted with doubt and apprehension, his eyes telling him he was having second thoughts. Thyan didn’t let it trouble him and dipped his snout again, giving his nervous friend’s neck a long loving lick, fondling his side with his paws reassuringly, loosening the pressure he was applying on him to give him more room to breathe, trying everything he knew to help his friend relax.
Surprisingly Squal started to feel his muscle relax, the turmoil in his head appeasing, leaving him feeling more and more comfortable about the whole thing, his friend was taking good care of him like he had already done before and he knew that he would never hurt him voluntarily. And… after all he couldn’t deny it felt good to have the rolls reversing, to have someone above him taking the dominant role he had always been assuming in mating while he just leaned back and enjoyed.
He let out a low whimper as Thyan licked his broad chest while his soft paws had reached his hips, slowly and dexterously stroking his scales there, inching closer and closer to his hindquarter. Nervously he lowered his gaze, finding his slit soaked wet with his own lubricant, parted around his thick member, his long cock partially out of his slit, resting against his scales under the hungry stare of his lustful friend. He hadn’t even felt the arousal kicking in, nor did he feel the familiar itch in his slit when he was excited but here he was, splayed before another male, stricken by how horny he was, exposed and vulnerable, his hard shaft quickly growing out of its protective slit, reaching full mast in mere seconds, a crimson red blush rushing to his cheeks. “Would you look at that” cooed Thyan teasingly, “looks like someone is getting really into it” he sensually whispered in his ear, his paws tracing closer and closer to his crotch without yet touching his private parts. It wasn’t even necessary, Squal couldn’t hold a blissful moan, jolts of pleasure bursting wherever Thyan touched him, causing his whole body to quake and arch in pleasure, his cock throbbing, engorging with blood as it slapped against his belly. He was so sensitive, so unbelievably sensitive, even the slightest gust of wind, the sensation of the other male’s warm, humid breath was enough to send him sky high with lust, desire boiling with pent-up desire, pleasure flooding his senses, making him feel like floating in an ocean of pure, unbound bliss.
He tensed up again when a clawed, webbed paw caressed his rift dexterously, deliberately avoiding his cock to tease the sensitive lips of his opening, causing him to gasp and squirm slightly under the skilled touch, his slit tightening as it oozed more slippery, musky lubricant. Meanwhile another paw continued its way lower until it reached the two swollen sphere protruding from under his scales, tracing around the two orbs tantalizingly slowly. “Looks like someone is pent up” purred Thyan, giving the orbs a gentle squeeze, causing Squal to moan louder than before “very pent up…” he added with a devious grin, groping the two plump orbs, feeling them throb and twitch in his grasp. "Are you enjoying yourself?" asked Thyan, accompanying his sentence with a swift kiss on his cheek. "You… you are so skilled… with your paws." moaned Squal in sheer amazement, panting and shivering from all the affection. "And I'm only warming up." purred Thyan in response.
This little teasing kept on going for ten delightful minute, Thyan's paws rubbing, petting, and caressing Squal's flanks with unimaginable skills and dexterity, massaging his body until all trace of tension was gone, replaced by an intense feeling of delight, the most subtle of touches sparking a new surge of pleasure. The blue drake had closed his eyes, taking in the blissful moment, letting Thyan do all the work, and to his own dismay he was ok with that..
The best, or the worst part depending from the point of view was that his maleness hadn't yet been touched and was throbbing, twitching, smearing preseed all over his belly, begging for attention, pressure building up quickly as his cock ached for release, causing his hips to buck upward uncontrollably. Thyan changed position again now completely lying on top of him, their bodies rocking together, scales rubbing against scales sensually, sending blissful shudders down his spine, his own hard flesh grinding against his roommate’s own, spreading warmth as their members pressed together, squirts of warm precum coating their scales in sticky slime.
"Do you want to take it… a step further?" cooed Thyan, risking a long sensual lick all along Squal’s neck, only stopping mere inches away from his lips, while caressing his friend's belly and pressing his hard spire with his friend’ needy twitchy cock. "Yes…" moaned Squal in a trembling, uncertain voice, feeling himself melt under all the affection. "Then… I'll oblige… let me take care of you…” tantalizingly purred Thyan in response, joy gleaming in his eyes at his friend’s word, a happiness Squal had never seen blazing in his irises as he gave Squal’s snout a grateful kiss.
Slowly he rose up, standing on all four, grinning in a mix of deviousness and amusement then turned around, bending his front down as his tail went up. Squal’s eyes went wide, his mouth opening on a sound that would never come out as he found himself facing his friend's incredibly enticing rump along with the thick, long, erect cock jutting from between his legs, dripping clear droplets of pre on Squal’s chest, blanketing his scales in musky, liquid heat. The sight he was greeted with had no match with what he might have seen before, it was so hot, so inviting, so addictive he couldn’t peal his eyes away from the male’s backside, his gaze homed on the large member and the tight pinkish hole hidden beneath the thick tail. Weeks, no, days, even hours ago he would have found this display weird and disgusting yet now, now he was drooling in anticipation, his shaft throbbing with renewed vigor, desire becoming more and more irresistible the more he stared at the other male.
This thick rod dangling a mere inch above his lips, droplets of precum gathering on its tip, ready to fall, this strong musk filling the moist air, waffling at his twitching nostrils with the intoxicating scent of his friend, the two hefty orbs nestled comfortably beneath his scales, full of thick fertile seed and, a bit higher this puckered hole, little wrinkly pink nub in the emerald green of his friend's body, hidden beneath that thick muscular tail of his. He couldn't stop or even control himself any longer, grabbing his hindquarter, trembling when his paws latched around the male’s rear, holding it tightly in place as he licked his lips in excitement. Above him he could hear Thyan giggle amusingly, rolling his hips tantalizingly, grinding his rump against his friend’s paws, "That's it Squal you're getting into it." he cooed, letting out a low elated purr. Squal didn't know if he should feel embarrassed or honored that his friend was proud of him and encouraging him to go further so he kept his maw shut, keeping his paws on his friend’s jiggling rump, not knowing what to do next.
He sensed his friend's hot breath washing over his crotch way before his scales made contact with his oversensitive flesh, eliciting a gasp from his parted maw when the slick tongue darted at the ridges lining his length. He moans in delight, little jolts of pleasure making his length twitch eagerly, the prehensile organ curling and twisting under the wet caress of the hot tongue. "Look at this… barely touched yet so eager to cum. You've been holding back haven't you?" teased Thyan, tracing a claw along Squal’s parted slit, dipping inside his fluid-soaked depth. "I… I haven't mated in… two years." "Oh… then let's fix this."
Squal's breath quickened, his hips bucking forward when a paw touched his bare sensitive flesh at the very tip, collecting a bit of his pre before going down, smearing the warm liquid all over his length, slowly grasping at the pink member before jerking it upward. A sharp moan escaped his mouth as the paw slowly descended along the shaft, teasing every flared ridge along the way down to his engorged knot, giving it a light squeeze before going back up, keeping the same exhilaratingly slow pace, all the way to the tip from which was oozing aqueous precum. Squal was in heaven, every little touch the male gave him made him capsize in pleasure, bliss flooding his body, making his brain and muscles numb and caused his member to lurch and throb, squirting precum like a faucet, a dull ache spreading in his balls as the urge to cum became more and more intense. No one ever pleasured him this way before, not even his own paws manage to achieve such level of pleasure. It was as if Thyan knew exactly what to do to have him moaning, as if he knew all the most sensitives spots of his anatomy, spots he never suspected to exist, places that his own paws had never found, that nobody else had ever found but him. All his body trembled in utter bliss, every atom of his body quaking under the incredible stimulation of these skilled paws, moaning and groaning louder the more Thyan explored, treating his body better than it had ever been.
Finally he managed to pull his eyes away from the rump he’d been staring at all along, instead observing Thyan as he meticulously stroked his cock, smeared his own precum all over his hard length. After some time he stopped, scrutinizing the glistening erection, his lips curling on a satisfied smirk, casting Squal a mischievous glance before lowering his snout until it was just above his tip, his hot breath washing over the sensitive organ. Squal’s eyes widened in shock, he wasn't going to do what Squal though, he wasn't about to take his length in his…. A sharp moaned burst from his mouth when the warm and wet caress of Thyan’s tongue on his shaft, coiling around the thick organ, guiding it toward his parted maw, his lips wrapping around the tip while it slid in ridge after ridge, taking around half of the large member in his steaming hot maw, his tongue bathing it in warm gooey saliva. Squal's whole body stiffened, low growls and moans spilling from his maw, his claws digging into the couch as he bucked hard in his friend's mouth, thrusting several more inches inside. Thyan muffed a surprised gasp, staggering back under the violent and unexpected thrust, involuntarily gulping and suckling around the member while his own slapped across Squal’s face, as he spat the whole thing out, coughing and gasping for air, spitting a mixture of spit and pre. "Hey… easy on the thrust ok… god… I almost took it in the throat." he growled, coughing heavily. "Sorry… I got a bit… overwhelmed." stammered Squal in a regretful voice, wiping the streak of pre Thyan’s cock had left on his snout. "Yeah… then keep your emotions in check I don't want to choke on your dick." Grunted Thyan, although Squal couldn’t help but notice a little, furtive glint in his friend’s eye that told a completely different story. "I'll try my best." promised Squal with an ashamed expression.
He fell back down, staring at the emerald ceiling his friend’s rump made, his cock twitching in an agonizingly painful lust, expecting Thyan to take his length in the steamy warmth of his maw again but to Squal’s confusion he kept his mouth firmly shut. Even when Squal shyly tried to grind his cock against his lips he kept them sealed together, doing nothing about the precum dripping along his chin, denying access. "Why don't you… resume what you were doing? It felt really good." mumbled Squal, only realizing what he had just said when the last word slipped out of his mouth.
A sly smirk grew on his friend's face "Come on Squal did you really think I'd be the only one working and getting nothing in return?” “No… no of course not” sputtered Squal, a deep red blush spreading over his cheeks. “Come on then, don't be shy…" purred the other male, wiggling his rump invitingly. "Yes… but… what do you want me to do?" "Simply return the favor." "But… how? I've never done that before." squeaked Squal. "Simply… use your paws or… your mouth, or whatever you think might work."
Squal’s traits twisted in a disgusted grimace. "Come on man… you've already tasted my seed." sighed Thyan in disbelief. "Yes… but… it… it wasn't the same." protested Squal, blushing in shame. "Come on dude… it'll be fun… trust me."
Squal remained still, not saying a word, reluctant to comply even though he was too deep in it to go back now. "As you wish." grumbled Thyan as he went back to work, taking half of his friend's member in his mouth in one fell swoop and started greedily suckling on the tip, letting pre pool on his tongue as his tongue darted out of his mouth, massaging the sensitive ridges. Squal moaned and groaned, his hindpaws kicking uncontrollably, claws curling inward as pleasure flooded his brain again with the force of a hurricane, replacing all thoughts with the simple urge to cum, leaving him enough self-control to not just hump his friend’s muzzle. Feisty
The lewd, wet suckling sound, the steaming hot maw enveloping his cock not only aroused Squal but also had a pervert side effect: he felt stupid… terrible and useless, mentally cursing himself for being such an asshole. His friend deserved this pleasure, he had done so much for him, he had earned it in more than one way, perhaps more than him and yet he was incapable of giving it to him, paralyzed, held back by the invisible chain of his inhibitions. So here he was, staring helplessly at his gorgeous dick hovering right above his face like it was out of reach when it was at the opposite so close, his mouth gaping, thick drool gathering at the corner of his maw, his tongue lolling out freely, yet he couldn’t bring himself to close the gap and even give it the tiniest lick while Thyan was going at it without holding back, inch after inch of his thick girth vanished in the heated depth of his maw, his tongue slathering his sensitive in thick, gooey saliva, giving gentle squeezes to his hard pole, drawing out more of his precum on which Thyan happily feasted. He was there in his reflection when he noticed something was dripping on his snout, like it was raining but a hot sticky rain on a single spot.
He opened his eyes and realized the drip he felt was simply Thyan's precum dribbling down on him, every droplet of the clear fluid landing on his snout staining his scales with both the sticky, gooey substance and the intoxicating scent radiating from it, filling his nostrils with the pungent manly stench of the other male.
He tried his hardest to ignore the smell but it kept growing stronger with every drop and every breath he took in the moist pheromone-laded air. He huffed loudly, shook his snout and licked his lips by reflex only realizing too late what he had just done. In just a simple, mechanical tongue motion he had collected all the pre on his tongue which was now quickly retreating in his mouth, bringing it with it the clear hot liquid. In an instant the musk-filled liquid's strong salty flavor invaded his mouth, his taste buds set on fire by the warm substance coating his tongue. To his own surprise he found himself swallowing noisily, even cooing in delight as it slid down his throat. His whole body shook violently, it tasted better than anything he could have imagined, it was strong and salty, yet so sweet but spicy, aqueous and deliciously warm. A new feeling emerged, slowly making its way toward his brain, sending jolts of pure pleasure all over his body, a crave he had never felt before… or perhaps only once: the burning desire for the virile seed of a male.
After all… what was trapped inside those two huge balls could only taste better than the pre which taste still lingered on his tongue, his mouth, his whole body already aching for more of the salty treat. Besides, what was he risking except liking it?
He took a deep breath and, with his last restrains crumbling, washed away by this new lust, his senses overwhelmed by the rich scent of another male he shifted his stance, craned his neck upward, eyes focused entirely on the twitching, pre-dripping cock in front of him. His jaws parted, his tongue immediately dashing out and lapped at the bead of precum growing on the member’s tip, eagerly sloshing the salty substance in his mouth, fully savoring its overpowering taste. In the corner of his eyes he clearly could see Thyan grinning, their gaze crossing for a split but none of them said a thing. Slowly, curiously his tongue slid along the long pulsing cock, exploring the large shaft with unbound eagerness, bumping against each ridges, slathering the hot meet in warm saliva, pressing his snout against the fleshy pole as he licked, taking deep whiffs in his friend’s scent. Soon he reached the bulbous knot, amazed by the length and girth of his roommate, actually quite jealous of his endowment, his tongue caressing the sensitive flesh, inching closer to his parted slit, coiling around the engorged knot, giving it a gentle squeeze, eliciting a low huff and a sharp squirt of hot precum from Thyan. His tongue went upward, dipping in the other male’s slit, feeling it twitch and clench around his agile tongue as he collected some of the fluids, finding them even stronger and exciting, fueling his lust even further, encouraging him to go further and abandon himself into the boiling desire welling within him, enjoying the whole thing more than he would admit. With his snout now firmly pressed against Thyan’s backside he couldn’t do anything but breathe in his intoxicating, manly scent, taking, long, deep lungful of the male’s stench, his whole body shuddered as the scent flowed through him, causing him to purr in raw need. Eying the cock before him he let his tongue slide out of his maw again, caressing the exposed flesh, going down at a deliberately slow, enticing pace, loving the sensation of the member convulsing under his tongue, Thyan trembling and bucking his hips, grinding his sensitive ridges against the agile organ teasing him, his eyes fogging with lust, mirroring Squal’s own ragging desire. Reaching the tip he coiled his tongue around it, letting the pre trickle in his mouth, happily guzzling it all down, slowly guiding the cock toward his mouth, his lips enclosing around the pointed, slimy head of Thyan’s cock, filling his mouth with a surge of intense heat. He stayed like this, his tongue going all over the hard pole of flesh as he gave it a shy suckle, earning a spurt of thick viscous pre in return along with a low muffed groan. Thrilled he began suckling the tip eagerly, using his tongue to stimulate the first rows of ridges, loving to feel it quiver and throb madly for him, arousing him even more as, with extreme caution he took another inch, making sure his sharp fangs wouldn’t graze the sensitive flesh, then another, and another, the thick meat forcing his jaws apart large amounts of pre gushing in his mouth. To his own disbelief he enjoyed it, not only the unusual sensation of the thick, steaming hot rod on his tongue but also the effect it had on both him and his friend, and he only taken the very tip so far, how would it feel when he’d have the entire thing stuffing his maw.
He slowly pulled back until only the tip rested on his tongue, took a long, the longest and deepest breath he could and, pushing his whole body up took the throbbing meaty cock straight in the depth of his maw, swallowing as much as he could in one go until he felt something poking at the back of his throat. He could easily hear Thyan gasp in surprise, his body stiffening, muscles tensing when he felt his cock sink in this new warmth and wet shelter, shuddering in bliss as pleasure flooded his veins.
He tried his hardest to stay focused, to keep his suckling pace up but this tongue coiling around his flesh, squeezing and stroking his cock, milking him for every smallest droplet of precum, the lewd noises his friend made when he swallowed his precum made it even harder for him to remain focused, the need to breed getting more and more present, the pressure in his balls skyrocketing.. 
At this point he couldn't even keep his mouth closed around his friend’s engorging cock, letting it slip out, followed by a torrent of gooey pre, long strand of spit linking them together for just a split second before breaking of. His head bowed down, low moans escaping him as Squal went to work on his cock, his gaze wandering down, falling on his friend’s own ragging erection, but… something was off with it, to him it looked bigger and longer than when it had entered his mouth, every throb seemed to fuel this strange growth. Or perhaps it was just his lustful mind imagining things to turn him on even more, after all, big cocks always had him drooling, and even though Squal wasn’t the biggest male he had seen he was nowhere near small.
He couldn't think straight anymore with Squal sucking so eagerly on his cock, bobbing his head up and down his long hard cock, taking another inch each time he swallowed his member. His paws weakened below him, his muscles betrayed him, forcing him to hold still to not just fall flat as Squal took the lead, a change he wasn’t about to complain about, a change he had actually been waiting for.
He was amazed by this guy's eagerness when he had been so reluctant to admit his feelings, and even more before he dared to touch him. He was so ravenous, his tongue lapped at his flesh all over, suckling greedily on his thick pole, drinking pre directly from the source, pleasure rippling through him with each lick, Squal managing to bring delight to him in ways he had never managed to do himself. It was like he was everywhere at the same time, licking, squeezing, sucking and even bobbing his head up and down at a moderate pace. Thyan could only moan and stare at the throbbing rigid length displayed before him, twitching in need, waiting for him to continue. The pace at which Squal was pleasuring him was insanely fast he could barely move, pleasure surging in his body, paralyzing him. He was so ruthless and relentless; making loud slurping and suckling noises as he went down on the meaty shaft, swallowing inch after inch of hot cock in his maw, his warm breath washing over his sensitive slit, causing his hips to wiggle and tremble uncontrollably.
Thyan tried with all his might to fight the torrents lust rolling inside him, struggling to grab a hold of the rigid length convulsing before him, begging for attention. Yet all his attempts remained futile, he couldn't even stay focused more than a second, his paws closing on empty air, his visions becoming a blur in which the only thing clearly visible was the thick pole leaking clear viscous pre all over itself.
"S-s-slower… Squal… t-t-t-here… there is no need to hurry… so m-much… oh god!" squeaked Thyan, loud moans bursting from his parted maw, his whole frame shaking with each motion from the other male bobbing his head up and down his shaft at a fast pace, suckling and licking is already painfully sensitive cock. Squal didn't even seem to notice he was trying to talk to him, entirely focused on the twitching dick stuffing his mouth, throbbing wildly on his tongue, his mind not even recording the words, clouded by lust, wanting only to cum and to make his roommate spill his load. Thyan whined, his back arching, feeling an uncomfortable pressure on his flesh causing him to tense up, the mist of arousal dissipating for a moment. It took him a while to understand it was Squal's sharpened fangs. "argh… e-e-easy… easy… on the teeth." he hissed, trying his hardest to remain calm and immobile. Once again his words fell on deaf ears, his friend so focused and enraptured that nothing could reach him. However, after a few seconds the pressure of his razor sharp fangs vanished, replaced by the softer, warmer contact of his friend’s lips enveloping his cock.
Letting out a deep relieved sigh Thyan managed to wrap a paw around the throbbing flesh of his friend coated in a thin layer of a gooey liquid, giving the inflated knot a gentle squeeze, watching with a pervert amusement as Squal’s member twitched and squirted more pre, his hips bucking forward in need as his tail slammed hard in the couch.
With Squal abandoning himself to his desire and giving him an unexpected, proper blowjob he was having trouble holding back his own desire, the cook before him looking so big, so inviting, so tasty  he could hardly resist, remembering the strong, spicy, heady scent of Squal’s cum, craving to feel it’s pungent, musk-laded flavor on his tongue again. Without hesitation he dived down toward his prize, eyes homed on the target, jaws gaping, tongue out, wrapping his lips around the cock’s girth, feeling it pulse eagerly. He was greeted by a powerful spurt of warm maw, the musky fluid resting upon his tongue as it coiled around the tip, lapping away at the delicious salty treat oozing from his tip, letting out a low, satisfied growl, sending vibrations through the hard cock.
Their breath quickened, blood pounding in their veins, their heartbeats quickening in almost perfect union as they gave into the carnal lust they felt for each other.
Squal didn't think, didn't care about the world around him anymore, his mind so focused on the cock sliding deeper and deeper in his mouth with each bob of his head, adoring the sensation of thick flared ridges wetly popping in and out of his maw, the lustful moans coming from the other drake filling his ears with a delightful melody. He kept going, pushing his snout even further down the lengthy shaft, shoving inch after inch in the hot confines of his maw until the pointed head poked at the back of his throat, pre spilling directly in his gullet. He let out a muffed gasp, feeling the cock head slip past his gag reflex, straight down his throat, his muscles twisting violently, constricting the member in a tight grip as he choked, coughing and gasping for air, forcing him to pull back, not without a huff of frustration.
The sensation of this cock’s quick ruthless throbs in his mouth unleashing creamy rivers of tasty burning hot precum directly in his throat just by the simple touch of his tongue and mouth had him shivering and aroused beyond belief, astonished by what he could achieve. And the feeling of this shivering paw holding his own flesh tightly, skillfully stroking it up and down while the other male’s maw suckled and bobbed his head on the upper part of the shaft felt insanely pleasurable, more than he would have dared to imagine, sending jolts of the purest, wildest pleasure all over his body, causing his head to spin and his eyes to roll back in his skull.. For the first time in years he was lost, lost in an ocean of pleasures he had never felt before, discovering new pleasure he had never known about and even suspected to exist, as if a wall had collapsed in his head, unveiling a new world hidden behind, waiting to be discovered. In a way he felt bad for denying and pushing Thyan away for so long, perhaps if he had let him do what he wanted he would have experienced all of this earlier, and maybe even more….
"I'm so… close." groaned Thyan, panting hard through his nose, his cock throbbing and twitching wildly on Suqal’s tongue, leaking pre at a near constant rate, his musk seemingly growing stronger, thicker, more potent the closer he was to climax.
Squal knew he was about to reach his peak to… and that he couldn't hold it back, the tidal wave of seed slowly rising inside him, ready to blast out of his bloated cock, the pressure becoming unbearable as Thyan quickened his pace, stroking and suckling his member harder and faster, trying to tip him over the edge first. Grinning, Squal mimicked his friend’s action, bobbing his head faster, squeezing and stimulating the big swollen cock. The pressure welled up inside of them, both of them giving everything they had to make the other cum first, doubling their efforts to not be the first one to spill. It felt as if his cock was about to explode from the amount of cum building up inside him but he held on, loving the sensation despite the discomfort it caused. Nevertheless no matter how hard he tried to resist he couldn’t resist forever, just about to let go…. However Thyan was the first one to go over the edge; with a deep growl he slammed his hard cock with all his might, driving his whole length in one swift motion deep in his friend’s mouth, forcefully stabbing his throat with his hard convulsing pole while knot was pushed in Squal’s eager mouth, the knot quickly engorging, locking his jaws uncomfortably wide right before letting loose a powerful jet of scalding-hot seed that shook all his body from head to toes.
Squal moaned around the thick appendage stuffing his mouth so perfectly; more gooey seed cascading down his throat. The new, strong, intoxicating taste of virile cum filling his mouth, the quick throb of the engorged flesh and the pressure building up in his body finally sent him over the edge. He closed his eyes and let the pleasure submerge him a deep rumbling growl building up in his throat.
Thyan was panting hard, squealing in pure bliss as he felt and heard his eager friend swallow every droplet of seed he fed him with, not letting a single one go to waste.
His eyes were glued to his Squal’s so nice looking breeding tool when he heard him growl increasingly louder, bracing himself, the thought of the impending orgasm sending delightful shivers down his spine, his hind paws kicking at the air, his tail swaying hieratically, slamming in the floor with all his force as he came with a loud but muffed cry of carnal pleasure.
Thyan could only stare as warm white creamy seed erupted from his friend’s member like from a pent up volcano, the first burst so sudden, so violent that it filled his mouth to the brim with thick, burning hot cum that clung to everything it touched, leaving him no choice but to quickly pull out to not choke on the male’s unexpectedly massive load. Coughing and gasping for breath he swallowed as best as he could, savoring the familiar yet stronger taste of Squal’s essence, loving to feel it roll down his throat with each gulp, letting out a low satisfied growl while he continued to empty himself in the depth of the other male’s maw. In the meantime Squal was far from done cumming, lances of pearly white semen surging from his cock, everything splattering on his face, blanketing his scales in sheer warmth, the overpowering scent of fresh cum assaulting his nostrils. He didn’t try to pull away, instead lowering his snout, letting all this sweet cum paint his face white, marking him deep with the smell of another male, triggering little jolts of pleasure all over his body. Minutes went by, filled by moans, growls and gulps, spurt after spurt of hot fertile cum gushing from their painfully hard, madly throbbing cocks until slowly Thyan’s orgasm tapered off, leaving him panting and trembling on wobbly paws, his member giving a few more weak throbs, the remnants of his cum dribbling on Squal’s tongue as he let out a long satisfied groan. 
The next instant, when he thought everything was over something hot and sticky splashed on his already messy snout. He looked down, gasping in surprise. In his whole life of prostitute he had seen horny male cumming hard before but Squal, he was doing better than all of them combined, lasting much longer than any male he had been with before, and he had seen and milked many. 
His orgasm lasted long, way longer than Thyan did, way longer than even the most pent up and teased male he had fun with, not that he was about to complain but it was still amazing. Seed kept bursting in long viscous streaks from his cock, hitting Thyan's chin, adding to the mess dripping from his face.
He didn’t hesitate long before aiming the erupting tip toward his open muzzle, letting the seed pool inside, even though a large amount of it just sprayed all over his muzzle. Swallowing a first mouthful of hot musky cum he growled in appreciation and opened his maw wider, cum hitting his palate with an amazing force before flowing down straight into his starving stomach aching for more of that potent essence as his paw who had been clutching the member with all his might gave the grapefruit-sized knot a few gentle but strong squeezes, trying to coax more of that wonderful seed, 
Finally it died out in long strands of gooey seed trickling along his shaft, his member throbbing one last time before beginning to soften, the knot quickly deflating. Thyan let go of the member, watching it retreat back into its protective slit right as the warmth of Squal’s steaming hot maw vanished from his own limp cock, the other male letting out a long deep growl as he flopped back against the couch.
"You were quite… eager." whispered Thyan as he tried to clean his cum-soaked face, his tongue happily lapping away the thick layer of still fresh cum off his scales, enjoying to the smallest droplet of semen, quickly getting addicted to the strong exotic flavor.
Squal only grumbled something he couldn't understand in response. "What's wrong?" enquired Thyan, turning around and going back to his first position, lying belly to belly, facing his lover, a feeble elated purr slipping between his lips. Slowly he gave his muzzle a few licks, wiping away the few leftover droplets of seed, Squal letting him do as he wanted, purring in satisfaction although he could sense a tension in the male, his lips curling into a strange grimace as his body twitched and squirmed slightly under him. "Are you alright Squal?” mumbled Thyan, pulling away slightly, giving the uncomfortable male more room. "Yes… I'm fine… I… I just feel… weird." Stammered Squal, looking down, his eyes full of distress, making his conflicting emotions very obvious, “I… I just can’t believe I did this…” “And how did it feel?” whispered Thyan in a kind, caring tone. “G-g-good…” admitted Squal, his cheeks flushed a deep red “I… I can’t believe I’m saying it but… it felt good… I… I liked it… a lot…” he stammered, avoiding direct eye contact with Thyan. “A nice way to say you loved it” giggled Thyan playfully. “Please… don’t make it more embarrassing than it is…” squeaked Squal, dipping his head as low as possible, trying to hide is reddened face. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, there’s nothing wrong in loving this kind of thing.” “Easy for you to say” snorted Squal, turning his head away, his cheeks adopting a deeper shade of red “I’ve never done that before…” “And yet you did a wonderful job.” “Did… did I?” “Of course! Why would I lie to you?” exclaimed Thyan with a wide grin, slowly bringing his snout closer to his friend’s ear. “I’ve actually rarely been treated so well by a male; you really made me cum hard. It’s really impressive for a first time.” Whispered Thyan sensually, “And you? How was your first time? With a male of course.” “I think you’ve got the answer all over your face.” chuckled Squal with a shy grin. “Good point.” approved Thyan, nuzzling affectionately along his friend’s cheek. “Stop it, you stink” huffed Squal, weakly protesting and trying to evade the affection. “Don’t like your own smell on someone else?” “No… of course I like it but… it’s still… all so new to me…” “It's gonna be fine." whispered Thyan comfortingly, carefully closing the gap between them, watching Squal’s nostrils twitch and flare as they caught his own stench all over the incoming male, holding still as best as he could. “Just relax, let all those worries go away, it will all come naturally, it’s not much different from what you did with females.” purred Thyan in an alluring tone, his paw swiftly caressing Squal’s neck, helping him cope with all the new feelings, thoughts, questions and desire coursing through him, feeling his body gradually relax under his touch, his breath slowing down.
Slowly and sensually their snout came closer until their lips were firmly pressed together, low purrs humming in their throats, all the tensions, doubts and questions gone, washed away by the torrents of their burning desire, staring at each other with a blazing passion, their eyes saying more than words could ever hope to. They delved deeper into the kiss, heads tilting to the side, maws opening almost automatically, their tongue joining and coiling together again as if they were meant to be this way as they entered each other’s mouth, exploring without restrains, all forms of resistance gone, both of them shuddering, moaning and blushing in perfect union when their respective appendages scooped some of the fluids clinging to their mouth. It felt odd for both of them to feel their own seed in the other's mouth, odd but not less pleasurable, their kiss only becoming wilder from that instant, Thyan pressing down on the male below him, teasingly rocking back and forth as Squal’s paws wrapped around his roommate, claws piercing the scales without causing any harms while their tails intertwined tightly in the most intimate embrace they had yet.
Their jaws parted again, both of them delighted and panting, low coos escaping their throat as they looked at each other. Squal gave Thyan’s snout a long loving lick, collecting some of his own drying seed along the way, surprised by how potent and rich his own essence was, this simple taste clouding his brain, almost knocking him out with the sheer rush of lust it brought, coaxing a lout groan from him. "Are you ready for the next round handsome?" cooed Thyan, sensually rubbing himself against the other male, their slits grinding together in a warm slippery mess. “A… a second round?” gasped Squal, not sure he had understood correctly. "Yes… you didn't imagine I would be done after just one go?" “Kind of…” admitted Squal nervously, trying his hardest to keep himself from moaning and begging for more. “Come on Squal you know me, I’m a hungry boy” murmured Thyan with a devious grin. “Even more when it comes to that…” sighed Squal in disappointment. “You started it sweetheart, it’s a bit too late for that don’t you think?” "Fine… what would you like to try then?" "You already know that." let out Thyan, winking mischievously at him. "I… I don't know man… I've… never done that before." gasped Squal, his heart and mind racing, overtaken by sheer panic. "Come on… you've already done the hardest part, now it’s just like with a female." “Sure… a female… with a dick…” grunted Squal, not convinced, although, deep inside him a part of him actually liked the idea. “Hush, I know it won’t be a problem once we start.” purred Thyan with that tantalizing irresistible tone of his.
Squal hesitated, pondering whether he should do it or not. It still sounded so weird, so wrong, so disgusting for him but… in the meantime it sounded so arousing, so exciting, tickling his curiosity so badly, the memories, the image flashing before his eyes, reminding him of how pleasurable it seemed to be for Thyan, the gleeful expression on his friend’s face carved deep in his brain. He so badly craved for another release, his loins aching for the incredibly skilled touch of his friend, for the warmth of his maw around his cock for the dexterous tongue of his to caress his sensitive flesh and bring him the sweet mind-blowing pleasure of release, realizing only now how pent up and needy he was after so long without the touch of another, no matter the gender. Every fiber of his body wanted it more than he could admit, yearning to discover how truly good it felt to mate with another male, to feel this tight hole squeeze around his member as he would hump that sexy little rear of his.
However he knew from what he had seen that Thyan was almost or even always on the bottom, taking dicks after dicks submissively, moaning under bigger, stronger pent up males, so his opportunities to be on top might have been very rare. To his own dismay a thought made its way through his head, growing more present until he couldn’t ignore it or shake it off, an idea that made certain parts of him clench hard in horror, a freezing cold wind of terror blowing over his whole body, every muscle of his body tensing like ropes. How could he even think of doing this? He had never been touched there and it was definitely not about to change, never. Yet, that thought persisted, bothering him like a pesky fly, always reminding itself to him. The images of the previous night, so vivid in his head kept swirling in his brain, superposing themselves to reality, showing the large male’s massive rod roughly plowing Thyan’s stretched rear. Thyan’s words echoed in his head, the foreign faces of the many drakes that had entered their home... all of that painting a grim picture of Thyan’s reality. He was always on the receiving end… never having an opportunity to be on top, maybe… maybe he could change that, give him the pleasure he had offered him. And… even though he was still one of the weirdest guy Squal knew he still deserved it after how he took care of him although the thought of what he’d have to do terrified him. It made his whole frame tremble and arch in disgust and reject. He wasn't going to submit below another male, raise his tail like a good obedient slut and moan for his cock. No that would never happen, not a chance. Nevertheless his heart told him it was the right thing to do. 
His resistance faded away, his mental struggle halting when his friend, no his mate threw him a warm smile, lowering his snout and depositing a long, loving kiss on the tip of his snout. Mate…. Just thinking of another male this way had his brain lurching in disapproval as a delightful warmth invaded him, his heartbeats quickening as he shyly smiled back, his eyes full of love and gratefulness.
"So… how do you want to do it?" questioned Thyan after a long moment of silence, taking Squal by surprise with how straightforward his question was. Yet words came to him way before he could even register what he was saying, these few words coming from the bottom of his very soul. "O-onn… on all four… like… like animals…." He stammered; his face heating up like a furnace, so much it felt like he would catch fire at any moment. "You want to do it the feral way… fine, I like that” growled Thyan in approbation, shifting his weight slightly, “I would have preferred to do it like this, but… if you want to do it on your paws… then I'll oblige." He added, eagerness glowing in his eyes.
Quickly he got on his paws and jumped from the couch, followed closely by Squal, Thyan’s tail swaying widely behind him, exposing for brief seconds his attractive undertail, allowing Squal’s sharp eye to catch small glimpses of his friend’s tight pinkish pucker, stirring his arousal, his member throbbing back to life, escaping his slit, throbbing eagerly.
Thyan didn't leave him a second and bent forward before him, his front half touching the floor while his back raised high in the air, tail curled up even higher, exposing his tight eager hole to the view. Squal's cock quickly hardened, throbbing to full mast between his legs, his eyes glued to the tight pinkish ring of muscle nestled right below his thick tail. It would be so easy to mount the so willing and submissive male, burry himself in his awaiting tailhole and roughly fuck him until he flooded his guts with his cum, claiming him as his little bitch but, although this perspective had him boiling with raw desire he wanted another fate for their first time together, he wanted both of them to enjoy it, to remember it forever. So nervously, he turned around, his heart thumping hard in his chest as he gulped down heavily, apprehending what he was about to do and, slowly he mimicked his friend's stance, blushing hard when he found himself raising his rump, waiting to be taken.
"What are you waiting for?" asked his friend after a long moment of silence, not hearing the clicking sound of Squal’s claws anymore, surprised he hadn’t jumped on him already. "Do you want me to beg for…." His sentence never ended, the last words remaining forever stuck in his throat as his eyes bulged wide in shock, his jaws dropping in disbelief. "Squal…” he pitifully squeaked, staring in awe at his soon to be mate’s raised tail and exposed rear. “R-really? Are… are you s-s-serious…" stammered Thyan, getting up, unable to pull his gaze away from Squal’s appetizing rump, a sight he had never seen before. His friend only weakly nodded, hiding his face away, however not fast enough to prevent Thyan from spotting the fear in his eyes. “Squal… is this really what you want?” mumbled Thyan, so puzzled by his love’s reaction “Not that I mind the offer, it’s a really lovely attention but… I…” he took a deep breath and continued “I don’t think I’m a good pick for a first time… I… I haven’t done that in a while.” The next instant Squal’s broad tailfin came down, covering his snout entirely before slowly going down along his chin neck in a quite teasing manner. It was Thyan’s turn to blush and stagger back in utter surprise, shaking his snout vigorously. “I… I guess that means you really want me?” enquired Thyan, recovering his sly, devious expression. "Yes… but… please… go slow… I've never done that before." whimpered Squal, claws scraping against the floor. "I know… and I'll be gentle." promised Thyan. "Thank you." Whispered Squal, his voice full of gratitude and trust in the other male, a trust he never expected to feel for him.
Thyan closed the gap between them, looking at his friend's inviting rump; his tongue swiftly dashing over his lips before he lowered his snout, taking a lungful in Squal’s alluring musk, a low growl escaping his maw as he gave the wrinkling pucker a testing lick. Squal chilled, a low moan slipping through his tightly clenched teeth, a jolt of unexpected pleasure rushing through him as the male’s thick warm saliva coated his sensitive ring. Thyan smiled proudly, satisfied of what he earned with just a simple lick, imagining what it would be when he would really begin. With a low excited growl he pressed his snout to Squal's rump, his nostrils mashing against his musky, untouched puckered hole, the scent even stronger and arousing there. A sharp squeak burst from above him, Squal’s tail coming down quickly, slapping his back and neck but he didn’t flinch or pulled back. Slowly he began licking the tight muscular ring, his tongue describing large circle around it, getting a tiny bit closer with each passage, coating the sensitive scales in warm saliva. Meanwhile a paw reached lower, tracing along Squal’s rump, following the curve of his haunches until it found his genital slit, his claws immediately dipping in his hot slick lubricant oozing from between the parted lips. It quickly found the base of his hardened cock, a claw trailing up his length toward the tip, feeling the burning hot organ throb and twitch under his touch. Having reached the pre-oozing tip he wrapped his claws around the pulsing maleness, slowly stroking it up and down as his tongue finally came in contact with the tight muscular entrance to Squal’s hole, eagerly slathering it in saliva, slobbering all over his pristine rump. All of that accompanied by the unique melody of Squal’s loud blissful moans. It took time but with all these combined stimulation Squal finally relaxed, pleasure rippling through him with each stroke and lick of his friend. .
"I… I thought you would mount me." He let out, panting, trembling, his wobbly paws barely holding him. He couldn’t deny he loved every second of it, amazed by how sensitive he was down there. "I'll do it don’t worry… but first I need to prepare you… otherwise it will hurt more than anything you've ever felt. Trust me I know how it feel when you take a cock dry." “If you say so.” Mumbled Squal, grimacing at the thought of it, his friend’s knowing expression only confirming it to him.
He closed his eyes and let Thyay work his magic, his hole slowly parting, giving way to the hot, prodding tongue, low moans filling the silence. Thyan hungrily lapped at the sensitive flesh until it was glistening with his saliva, his tongue pressing against the slightly loosened ring, slowly entering this so tight, virgin hole. Knowing he was the first one to ever get so close to his friend’s rear, and above all that he would be the first one to explore it filled him with a great sense of pride, his friend trusted him to take good care of this unexplored part of his anatomy and he wouldn’t disappoint. Cautiously he pushed his tongue deeper. Immediately Squal’s muscles clamped shut around him, a sharp cry of pain reaching his ears as his tongue was squashed in the tight grip of his friend’s virgin hole. “Easy… easy, calm down, take a deep breath.” Muttered Thyan with his tongue stuck. The pressure only intensified as Squal’s back arched, claws digging in the floor, eyes screwed shut in pain. Thyan remained frozen, not daring to move, waiting for the tight muscular passage to let go of his tongue. With extreme caution he pushed slightly deeper, careful to not harm or cause any discomfort to his partner, ears perked, listening for any sign of trouble. Thankfully Squal seemed to relax; allowing him to explore further, shuddering and cooing in an unexpected bliss when Thyan wiggled his tongue inside the muscular passage, coating the bare fleshy tunnel in thick hot saliva, filling his hole, causing him to tense and clench lightly around the invading organ. The sensation of the thick prehensile organ thrusting deeper in his tailhole, spreading him apart as it lubed his insides was beyond imagination, sending his head spinning, arousal reaching new undiscovered levels, his cock throbbing in time with his anal muscles massaging the intruder in his rear. With a low growl Thyan began pulling out, withdrawing his tongue until only the very slimy tip remained, only to forcefully thrust back in, burying a few more inches of his oral appendage in his rump, causing the hole to clench hard around him and Squal to huff in a mix of surprise and pleasure. As he began thrusting in and out of the tight undulating tunnel of flesh and muscles, going deeper with each powerful push of his tongue Squal began to moan loudly, unable to hold back the pleasure coursing through his veins anymore, pressing his rump hard into his friend's face, trying to take more of that sweet tongue.
Seeing how eager his friend was Thyan forcefully shoved his tongue deeper in the endlessly clenching hole, making Squal gasp and moan like he never did before, begging for more. He knew what he was doing and the lusty moans only confirmed him he was doing well, thrusting his broad tongue deeper inside Squal, quickening his pace, forcing his body to adjust to the thick organ penetrating him.
Thyan wiggled his tongue more and more, spreading his tight insides around his thick slimy tongue, searching for every sensitive spot in his friend's unexplored passage. Every time he found one he gave it an extra lick or two, glad to hear his friend groan his pleasure out loud and to feel his rear tighten around him, trying to pull him in deeper. His ministration allowed easing the penetration for the still unused dragon slowly getting acquainted with the feeling of something buried deep in his hole. However Thyan was searching for something in particular, a place he kept thinking of, a specific area hidden deep inside a male's hole, a spot so sensitive that the slightest touch could be enough to send them over the edge and make them cum like never before in their life. Squal suddenly felt a sudden, wild, surge of pleasure rising from the depth of his body, a blissful sensation he had never felt before washing over him, pure pleasure rushing through him, clouding his head as his cock convulsed, spurting thick ropes of preseed all over the floor.. "Again" he pleaded, panting hard; eyes glazed lust, his face frozen on a gleeful expression, tongue hanging out limply on the side of his maw. It was hard to imagine that it was the same dragon that had been pushing him away all the time that was now begging for more. Unaware to him a sly smirk curled Thyan lips, he knew he had found his mark. His tongue dashed over a portion of flesh deep in his lover's hole a few times, stabbing that particular spot, causing Squal to moan and arch his back in pure bliss before he finally retreated this tongue. "Why did you stop? It felt so good…." "Because I have other things in mind my dear." answered Thyan at the sight of the slightly loosened entrance, gleaming with the new coat of saliva that would make it slicker for what was to come.
Thyan rose on his hind paws, his forepaws landing on Squal's shoulders as he mounted him. Squal crumbled under the new added weight of his friend, staggering forward but he held on. "Are you ready?" "No…." whined Squal, his eyes tightly shut in fear, his whole frame shivering below him. “You don't want to do it?" "No… it’s just… I'm just so… scared." whimpered Squal, lowering his snout to the floor. "Don't worry I'll make sure you enjoy every second of it." purred Thyan in a low reassuring tone, affectionately licking Squal’s neck, his paws slowly massaging his flanks, feeling his body gradually relax under him, a low hum vibrating in his throat.
Thyan gave a thrust forward his long cock hitting Squal's plump balls; too low. He tried again, this time it slid along his soft backside, leaving a trail of gooey precum behind. "Are you blind? It's… right above." huffed Squal, stumbling with each forceful thrust. "Hey… haven't done this thing in a while so give me some time ok." grumbled Thyan as he thrusted with an upwardangle. This time he felt the contact of the tight hole's entrance against his hard and eager cock. "There we go…" he cooed as he pressed hard against Squal’s tight untouched entrance, feeling it open around his thick shaft as he swiftly sank the first few inches of his prehensile cock inside the virgin dragon.
A loud, ear-splitting shriek of pain echoed through the room, Squal arching his back, grimacing whimpering, his tailhole stretching far past its normal limits to fit the impressive girth of the large cock slowly penetrating him. He clamped his jaws shut as much as he clenched his anal muscles, squeezing hard around the cock head, his body trying with all it’s might to repeal the intruder. "*gasp* relax… take a deep breath and relax… I won't hurt you." squealed Thyan, his member getting squashed by the powerful muscles. “Easier said than done…" grunted Squal with his jaws pressed together to the point where it hurt as much as his tailhole. "You're not the one taking a damn cock up your ass."
"I've done that plenty of time Squal… I know how it feels better than you do." grumbled Thyan, holding still. "Yes… sorry… I… didn’t mean that."
Thyan huffed and, sensing the hole relax around him gave a gentle buck of his hips, attempting to push a few more inches of cock in his friend's passage. He managed to fit one more before another cry of pain reached his ears, forcing him to stop again. He held still, giving some time to the young and unexperienced drake to adjust to his size. "Is it… better?" he grunted, feeling these tight muscles squeezing him, milking him like no male ever did before. "Slightly…” let out Squal through gritted teeth. 
Thyan nodded and slowly pulled out until only the tip remained nestled inside the clenching tunnel then slowly thrusted forward, making another inch enter with a wet squelching sound, earning a low half groan half whine sound from the male below him and only a light squeeze from the insanely tight hole. 
The pain slowly began to decrease, mixing with the tingle of pleasure that grew every time Thyan gave a light thrust, rocking his cock back and forth in his anus, the ridged length massaging his sensitive inner flesh. However every time he pushed himself forward and sank deeper inside him another sharp surge of pain paralyzed his body, washing all the pleasure away, causing his hole to clamp shut around the long, thick fleshy rod, coaxing squirt after squirt of precum from the tip of it. It took a long time of slow thrusts and caresses to fit half of the large throbbing spire in his ass. "You're doing great." encouraged Thyan with a sly smirk "You've done half of it." "Only half… I… I think I won't be able to take you all." He gasped, eyes snapping open in disbelief. He could sense the hard fleshy pole lodged deeply within parts of him nobody had ever touched before, throbbing and twitching vigorously. Yet, knowing there was even more to come he started doubting his original idea, perhaps it wasn’t such a great idea to do it, Thyan was definitely more than he could handle. “I… I think it won’t fit… it might be better if we… if we stop now…” mumbled Squal, blushing profusely. “I think it’s a bit late for that handsome, beside you did the hardest part already.” “R-rea-really?” "Yes, now it’s just smooth sailing from here. Trust me you will manage it, I’m sure of it… you just need to relax… you're all stiff." softly whispered Thyan in a loving, caring tone, slowly and sensually licking a sensitive spot near Squal's gills, earning a low purr from his friend. "It’s easy for you to say… you're so big…" "And you so tight." retorted Thyan, giving another, wilder thrust, sinking a few inches of thick, hot cock deep in his rear, making Squal moan in pleasure, the ridges stimulating his sensitive hole perfectly, the pain becoming a bit more bearable.
Inch after inch Thyan penetrated his tailhole, slowly thrusting back and forth, every little nub along his shaft teasing Squal's sensitive muscles, the girth of the thick shaft stretching his rear wider, becoming more and more enjoyable. Slowly the grip around this thick cock loosened, giving him slightly more room to thrust, more and more of his cock sinking within the tight, heated depth.
After what felt like an eternity of blissful closeness and shallowed thrusts Thyan felt his knot smack wetly against this tight muscle ring. "You see… it's all inside…." "I… I… I can’t believe it…. It…. It’s so impressive… I never thought it would fit." Admitted Squal, puzzled, yet also enjoying the foreign sensation of the cock buried all the way inside his rump. “Ready for the real fun?" growled Thyan lustfully, going so slowly and having his cock massaged by the divinely tight rear had him aching for a proper breeding. "N-not yet… hold still! stay like this for some time… I want to enjoy how you feel inside me.” moaned squal, gyrating his hips, grinding against the other horny male, feeling his cock twitch and pulse inside him eagerly. “As you wish.” So Thyan waited, resting on top of his mate as his cock weakly throbbed and spewed clear lines of precum across his tailhole, coating the insides of his rear in his natural lubricant, letting Squal enjoy himself, admittedly appreciating it as well.
Soon Squal was cooing deeply grinding and wiggling his hips insistently, looking back at him with lust-filled eyes. "Someone wants something it seems." "I'm just waiting for you to put this huge cock to use…” purred Squal in a teasing tone, rolling his hips invitingly. “Oh someone is getting into it…” giggled Thyan, reaffirming his grip around his mate. “But… go slow at first… I'm still a bit… nervous about this whole thing." “Don’t worry about it, just relax and let me take care of things.” murmured Thyan in a kind tone, planting a loving kiss on his mate’s cheek.
Slowly pulling all the way out he waited a few seconds, loving the sensation of the empty hole squeezing on empty air before he bucked his hips forward, sinking his entire length in his friend, his knot slamming against the tight puckered hole, the tip of his maleness stabbing Squal’s prostate, sending a wave of raw pleasure in his whole body, his rear squeezing the member in a tight vice-like grip.. Quickly they found a slow and steady rhythm, Thyan’s member sliding in and out of his pre-slickened passage, triggering delightful jolts of pure pleasure with every Thrust. Squal moaned loudly, rocking back and forth under the assaults of this large member plunging in and out of him, squirting its warm pre deep in his hole. His eyes went half lidded, hazy with a growing lust for this throbbing pole lodged inside his ass, craving for more, his own cock twitching and throbbing madly below him, leaking precum at a constant rate, pressure quickly welling up in his loins, spiking each time his mate hit that so sensitive spot inside him.
Slowly Thyan sped up his thrust, humping harder and faster, slamming himself increasingly deeper, listening to the plethora of growls and moans spilling from Squal’s parted maw with every hump.
Gripping Squal more dominantly he pressed down on top of him with all his might, forcing him to bend more and more until his chest touched the ground, and raise his rump higher for him as his jaws wrapped around submissive male’s neck, holding him in place. This new angle allowed him more room to thrust deeper repeatedly pummeling Squal’s overstimulated prostate, making his mate cry out in bliss as well as spurt pre everywhere. They were both panting hard, their maws wide open, thick drool gathering at the corner of their mouth, wave after wave of lust washing over them, their body and minds abandoning themselves to the carnal desire coursing through them. All the pain was gone, replaced by in incredible, mind-boggling pleasure alien to Squal, but one he was quickly getting addicted to, bliss flooding his body each time Thyan thrust inside him and rammed himself in that sweet spot of his.
"I'm… close." moaned Squal, bucking back in Thyan's thrust, eagerly taking more of the cock inside, mashing the bulbous knot against his entrance. "Not gonna last long either.” he huffed in return, letting go of his neck, his claws digging in Squal thick shoulder plates. Their growls mixed together forming a wild melody rhythmed by the sound of their wetly slapping hips. The thrust went from long, slow tantalizing thrust to quick, rough humping, Thyan plowing away at his tailhole, hammering his rump with all his might. His cock went stiff, throbbing and twitching, pressure building up quickly in his loins, so much it felt on the brink of implosion 
Squal this time broke loose first, his climax much more intense than ever. It totally caught him by surprise; right after Thyan's cock sank all the way in, slamming in a strangely sweet spot deep inside him, a powerful wave of pleasure submerging him.
His seed bust freely from his twitching member, spraying all over the ground between his paws in a single endless torrent of creamy cum. He roared his pleasure with orgasmic might as fresh seed kept pouring out again and again.
Thyan felt his friend's peak coming way before it happened but was yet surprised by the sheer power of it. He tightened his grip on his submissive friend, his claws digging deeper until the metallic stench of blood assaulted his nostrils. He thrusted harder, faster, ramming his knot against his tight entrance as the muscular passage rhythmically clamped shut around him, milking hs cock ravenously, drawing his orgasm faster than he could pound this tight ass. With a wet pop his knot finally slipped in this hole, already swelling with all the blood pumping in his shaft.
With his mate secured, tied to his cock he climaxed, letting out a deep growl as his jaws locked around Squal's neck again in a tight grip. His cock throbbed harder before the first gush of creamy seed burst in the tight hot depth. Squal's muscles were milking him so… perfectly… it was impossible to resist. He gave all he had; all the content of his balls filling this tight passage to the brim, some cum managing to slip past the tight lock of his knot and dribble down Squal’s rump. Spurt after spurt cum kept flowing out of his member, to the point where even a light throb of his flesh felt painful yet immensely delightful at the same time.
They held still as their balls were released from the burden of their seed, panting, moaning and cooing their bliss in union. They stayed there, in the middle of their living room, purring in a feral delight, Thyan's head resting on his friend's back, his tongue giving long, gentle and loving licks to his scales as the last droplets of fertile cum left their stiff members.
Squal; exhausted after such an intense mating fell on the floor, incapable of holding himself up, bringing Thyan along the way, causing his knot to involuntarily pop out, putting an abrupt end to his intense pleasure as they rolled together on the cum-covered floor. "That's unfair." whined Thyan, watching a rivulet of his own semen trickling out of Squal’s gaping hole. “Shut up…” yawned Squal tiredly, "Next time I'll show you how a true male breeds."
A delightful shiver rad down Thyan's spine at the thought of another session with this handsome blue, his heart beating hard in his chest, happiness like a blissful warmth flowing inside him as he repeated the words over and over in his head. The mere idea of doing it again with Squal aroused him more and more.
He left his friend lying in his own cum for a short time and numbly padded to a wardrobe where he grabbed a thick bedsheet and walked back to his friend, unfolding the thick comfy cover and dropped it onto Squal before laying down by his side, rolling himself in the warm cover. "Nice attention." commented Squal, snuggling near him "But we're still sleeping in… cum." growled Squal, squirming in the sticky hot pool. "That's not gonna be much more different from your bed." "Fuck off! None of that would have happened without…" Thyan silenced him once and for all with another loving kiss.
Squal let out a low loving purr, gripping his love, pulling him close to him, coating him even more with his fresh semen in the process. "I love you." whispered Thyan between two deep passionate kisses. "I love you too…." purred Squal before his eyes cosed.
Thyan remained there, observing his new mate with extreme care, filling his heart with immense happiness and love, as he drifted into a deep slumber, soon joining him in the realm of dreams.

***

Unaware to them someone had heard everything, as the saying goes walls have ears. Aryna was sprawled on her bed, one paw toying with a large red rubbery dildo coated in a mixture of lubricant and feminine secretions, the other pressed against her soaked folds, exposing her gaping and ravaged vent from which dribbled a clear rivulet of her juices.
From her bedroom she had heard everything, every sound they made, not missing a bit of the two male’s fun. After all one of the only downsides of this building were the paper thin walls but she came to like it… even more when two dragons were mating next door. Maybe all the building heard these two roughly fuck each other’s brain out, and some might even have heard her loud cry as she came from the stimulation of her paws and her vivid imagination but she didn't care. She was happy, happy to have released all the tension building up in her depth and even happier for these two handsome neighbors for finally closing the gap between them.
She may visit them… one day.
But first she switched of the only source of light of the room and laid in her bed, her eyes closing with on her face a smile of contempt and satisfaction.

The end?