"Smolder! Smolder slow down!" James croaked, his arms tightening around the dragon's neck. 

	The dragon had no intention of slowing down, his powerful legs breaking through the deep snow blanketing the park, barely hampering his stride, even with the human on his back.

	Christian had climbed up on top of the swing set, holding his phone in both gloves hands to get the antics on camera. "Here he comes! He's going to do it this time," Christian called, watching as Smolder rounded one of the picnic shelters and then picked up speed as he barreled towards the swing set.

	James was screaming wordlessly as the dragon bolted through one of his previous paths in the snow, giving him a chance to get faster. He had one eye open as the dragon shot towards the swing set. At the last second his forearms dropped low and sprang up with enough force that James nearly lost his grip on Smolder's neck. 

	The swing set was a good eight feet tall, but Smolder cleared it with ease. Christian almost fell off the top bar as he tried to keep Smolder and James in frame, but he was cheering even as James screamed. Smolder landed in the deep snow and kept running, though he slowed to a trot, carrying James back towards the playground where Christian was laughing. 

	A few small children wrapped up in colorful coats were also screaming and jumping up and down as they watched, and James did his best to sit up and look dignified, even while clinging to the dragon's neck. When Smolder got near the kids, he lowered one forearm and unceremoniously dumped James off his back and into the snow before practically bowling over three of the children who laughed and tried to climb on him.

	They'd been bringing Smolder to the park once or twice a week, when possible, since it was large enough for him to run at full strength, and the children loved him. The parents were less than thrilled, though it was hard to stop persistent children, and Smolder was good about not being too rough with the small kids. The dogs reactions were mixed, though a small Chihuahua named Georgie would always bark and yip at Smolder, running up to him to snarl and gnash his teeth. Smolder didn't even look at the small dog or react to any of the barking, which made James think the dragon was taunting Georgie.

	Christian crunched through the snow towards where James was laying, keeping an eye on the dragon as he gently headbutted the squealing kids, knocking them back into the snow repeatedly. "You gonna make it?"

	James groaned and raised a hand towards Christian who pulled him to his feet. "I can't believe people ride horses bareback... a few minutes of Smolder carrying me around and my junk hurts," he complained, leaning heavily against his partner.

	"Hah, I told you to wear my cup! It would at least help," Christian teased before calling out to Smolder and the kids and their parents. A quick set of goodbyes, and Smolder was leading the way through the snow back towards the sidewalk. 

	James looked back over his shoulder to make sure they weren't being watched before he brought his gloved hand down to his crotch and knocked against something hard and plastic. "I did! Like, sure, my balls don't feel crushed, but it still hurts to have it rammed into your groin."

	Christian bumped his hips against James', nearly making him lose his footing on the snowy sidewalk. "Wimp."

	James snorted and rolled his eyes, lips turning up at one corner. "Yeah, well, at least it fit, I guess. I was afraid your cup would be too small for me."

	"Hey, fuck you," Christian laughed, pushing James over into the snow.

	James yelped and flailed about, managing to grab onto Christian's sleeve and pull him down into the snow, the pair of them laughing until the air was knocked from both their lungs as a large dragon decided to jump atop the pile.

	The park was only a couple blocks from their house, and by the time they got back they were ready to get out of the cold and into dry clothes. Smolder immediately walked over to the gas fireplace in the living room and sat down, waiting patiently. James kicked off his shoes and dumped the majority of his winter clothes into a pile near the front door before padding across the room to turn on the fireplace for the dragon.

	"There, you spoiled beast," James said, leaning down to press his forehead against Smolder's, rubbing his hands over the dragon's neck.

	Smolder crooned and nuzzled back against the smaller man and then sprawled out on the carpet in front of the fireplace, closing his eyes.

	"Want Thai?" Christian asked.

	James cheeks flushed and he blinked a few times. "What? Oh, uh, yeah, that sounds good. They don't deliver on Fridays, though."

	Christian groaned and let his head fall back. "Ugh, I've been craving Thai all week, though."

	James was pulling clothes off as he walked up the stairs, gathering things in his arms and then tossing them on the floor when he got into the bedroom. "Well, you'll have to pick it up, then! I don't want to go back out. I'm cold and want a shower," he said.

	"I know a good way to get warm, if you're interested," Christian said, grabbing one of James' wrists and pulling him back around until they were chest to chest.

	James slipped his cold hands up the back of Christian's shirt, giggling when his partner drew in a surprised gasp. "Mm, yeah? What about food?"

	Christian smirked and backed James up against the edge of the bed, forcing the blond man to sit. He reached down and unzipped his pants, fishing out his soft dick and shaking it around. 

	James was naked and damp from the melted snow that had gotten through his clothes, but Christian had only stripped off his outer layer. He leaned down and pressed his face against his boyfriend's flaccid member, cupping Christian's balls and getting another gasp. 

	"I swear, your hands don't get enough circulation," Christian teased, fishing his phone from his pocket and pulling up the website for the Thai place he liked.

	"Shut up," James chuckled, giving Christian's balls a squeeze before sliding his boyfriend's member into his mouth, lips peeling back his foreskin. It firmed against his tongue, and he sucked gently at it, enjoying how it grew in his mouth.

	Christian had one hand atop James' head, fingers tangled in his boyfriend's hair. The other scrolled on his phone, clicking on various items, slowly humping his mostly-hard cock into James' mouth. "Want your usual? Pad Thai and those shrimp wontons?" he asked.

	James had his nose pressed into Christian's crotch and he pulled back to try and respond, but the hand on top of his head held him in place before Christian thrust back into his mouth.

	"You can just nod," the jock teased, then yelped as teeth nipped at the edges of his dick, though James nodded exaggeratedly. "See? Good boy."

	James almost gagged as he held back his own chuckle, tongue cradling Christian's cock against the roof of his mouth. He bobbed back and forth, squeezing the plump sac in his hand and swallowing the pre Christian oozed down his throat.

	Christian shoved his phone back into his pocket and sighed contentedly, rocking his hips against James' face. "Mmm, probably fifteen to twenty before I should head to get our food."

	James swallowed around Christian's cock and pulled back, letting it bob in front of his face, tongue swiping across his boyfriend's uncut head. "Plenty of time, right?"

	The black-haired man just grinned and pushed the smaller one onto his back. He grabbed both of James' legs and pulled his butt closer to the edge of the mattress. He didn't respond to the question and instead just pressed his cock up under his boyfriend's balls, smearing pre against his entrance before pushing inside.

	James grunted and let his body go limp, his passage spreading easily around his boyfriend's cock. He draped an arm over his face and let his mouth hang open, panting as Christian took him. His own cock was half-hard, laying across his belly and drooling pre. 

	He clamped his ring down on Christian's shaft every time his boyfriend thrust in deep, but otherwise just lay there and enjoyed the attention, legs wrapped loosely around the jock's waist. Christian leaned down over him, still fully clothed, and heat radiated off him, soaking into James' body and warming him back up. Their mouths met, tongues fighting each other's as they moaned together. 

	Christian dug his fingers into James' legs as his own peak began building, his thrusts becoming erratic and off beat. He tried to pull away from the kiss to suck in a breath, but James flung an arm around his neck and held him in place. He puffed hotly through his nose, trembling all over before moaning loud into James' mouth.

	The blond twink just squeezed himself down over Christian's member, feeling it pulse inside him. His own cock was hard as a rock and dribbling pre that ran down his side onto the bed beneath, but he didn't feel like taking care of himself. He just enjoyed the feeling of Christian shaking above him as he came.

	When the kiss broke, Christian panted openly, his forehead pressed into the bed next to James' head. 

	James just sprawled out under Christian and patted the back of his head. "Mm, good boy," he echoed from his boyfriend's earlier tease. "Now go get our food."

	Christian laughed and pushed himself to his feet, slapping his boyfriend's thigh as he pulled back, cum oozing from James' hole. "Yeah, yeah, I'll go get our food. Ugh, I wish I'd showered instead..." he said, fanning his face as he tucked himself away.

	"That's what you get for thinking with your dick," James teased, watching his boyfriend while lying on the edge of the bed.

	Christian walked back towards their bedroom door, scooping up one of James' shirts and tossing it over to land on his belly. "I'll be back."

	"Drive safe," James called, lifting a tired hand to wave half-heartedly at his boyfriend.

	James lay there for a few minutes, trying to find the energy to get up and get cleaned, when he was startled by a warm snout suddenly pressing under his balls. "H-hey! Smolder, not now!" he said, lifting his head to look down at the large, red dragon standing at the foot of the bed.

	Smolder let out a low crooning noise before his tongue slipped out and pressed right up under James' balls and snaked up inside him with relative ease. James clapped a hand over his mouth and moaned out as the dragon's tongue filled him more thoroughly than Christian had only minutes before, and the heat that came off that tongue made James' back arch. 

	Over the past few months, he and Smolder had rather close. The dragon was dominant, playful, and a dick that made James weak in the knees. Christian had no clue about the things they got up to when he was gone, and James kept telling himself that he'd come clean, or at least stop letting the dragon mount him, though Smolder rarely consulted him on the matter.

	"Ngh, hey now. We don't have..." James let his words trail off as Smolder's tongue pressed further inside, wriggling about before it withdrew, leaving him gaping and no longer dripping. 

	Smolder reached up with both forepaws and gripped the human's waist, pulling him off the edge of the bed along with the blankets. James yelped in surprise as he slid off the bed and onto the floor, the large dragon pulling him along the floor with ease until the dragon's hips could hunch down.	

	James' heart was racing as he was manhandled by the dark, red dragon. "Smolder! No!" He pushed at the dragon's neck, squirming around underneath the dragon trying to get free. "I don't have time to be stuck on your knot, Christian won't be gone that long," he protested.

	Smolder made low croons and soft growls of excitement, enjoying it as James struggled underneath him, but he finally relented with a disappointed roar. He sat back on his haunches and James could see a few inches of dragon dick peeking up from that crimson sheath.

	"No. You're just gonna make a mess," James said, standing up on wobbly legs, his hard cock bouncing in front of body, a strand of pre hanging from the tip.

	Smolder's tongue snuck out and curled along his human's shaft and James gasped and pushed against his muzzle. "Mmf, I'll take care of you in the shower, okay? You can mount me all you want on Sunday while Christian is at work," he said, pulling himself away from the dragon's tongue and stumbling towards the bathroom.

	The dragon followed along quickly, tail swaying happily as he knew he'd won their little "argument", pushing past James to pad into the large shower. There was no door to the shower, just a half step down onto slate tile. Shower heads could be turned on on all four walls, but James only turned one on, letting the shower fill with steam from the hot water.

	The large shower wasn't the most comfortable place to play with Smolder, but with how much the dragon came, it was far easier for James to clean up.

	"Come here, boy. Up," James said, patting the stone bench in the center of the shower, standing on the side opposite the running water. 

	Smolder let out a heavy sigh, sounding disappointed, but he still eagerly padded over and put his two forepaws on the bench, keeping his back paws on the floor. 

	At five foot tall, James had to stand reach up to stroke over the dragon's chin and neck. "Good boy... I know what you want, and you can have it soon. Promise."

	James slipped under the dragon's chest and sat down on the floor, putting his back against the bench. Smolder shuffled forward, bringing his heavy, crimson sheath forward, balls dangling just in front of James' face.

	The tip of his shaft had retreated, and James pressed his face against the puffy, scaled entrance of the dragon's sheath, nuzzling it and taking in the dragon's scent. The dragon smelled sweet and salty, and he sheath was soft against his skin. James felt the tip of the dragon's cock press against his lips, and he parted them to let it slide forward.

	Smolder's cock was lengthening with every pulse, and James had to pull back to let it grow in one hand, his mouth sealed around the tapered tip, lips teasing at the ridged corona the dragon had. The dragon let out a low, pleased rumble and shuffled on his back paws, widening his stance and giving a gentle hump forwards.

	James pressed forward when the dragon humped, and he slid more of the dragon's cock into his throat before gagging and having to pull back. The deep, dark red shaft popped free from his mouth with a wet slop and James gripped it in both hands. It was slippery and hot, filling his grip as the dragon rolled his hips forward. The tapered tip parted and a jet of clear, hot pre splashed out onto James' face, making him jerk in surprise.

	Smolder continued to thrust into James' hands, slow and smooth motions that let James' fingers feel every detail. He stared at the dragon's urethra as it expanded and jetting more watery cum out against his lips and chin. James tongue slid just under the tip, more salty pre spraying into his open mouth. He moaned and moved one hand down to slip fingers into the dragon's red-scaled pouch.

	Smolder snorted out a hot breath of air that James could feel against his cheek despite the steam from the shower. The dragon's tongue snaked out and curled around James' neck, tracing his collarbone before the dragon tilted his head back and growled happily.

	James' fingers slid along the slick, draconic length, slipping into the pouch to curl around the knot that swelled there. He tugged it into the open while pushing his mouth down around Smolder's shaft until the ridged head pressed at the back of his throat. With one hand now gripping just behind Smolder's knot, the other moved to heft the heavy sac in his hand, rolling those productive balls around, feeling their heat.

	He gagged slightly when he felt the head of the dragon's cock expand at the back of his mouth and pre splashed out, forcing him to swallow repeatedly to keep up. He slid backwards, but a strong red paw settled on the back of his head and forced him back down, making him gag and sputter, some pre running down from the corners of his mouth.

	Smolder's tongue lolled out of his muzzle, and he pressed the human's head more insistently against his crotch, his tapered head pressing into James' throat, growing knot grinding against James' lips. The dragon churred happily and then gave a small, testing hump, barely pulling back a few inches.

	James had been in this situation before, and knew he could take it, even if it was difficult to breath. He sucked in air through his nose, arm straining to push the dragon back so he wouldn't try and ram that knot into his mouth. James knew it wouldn't fit, but he wasn't so sure Smolder was convinced. Between his legs, his own cock throbbed and drooled pre down from his foreskin and over his balls, forgotten for now.

	The dragon pulled back until his ridged head teased James' lips, then thrust forward smoothly, slick cock plowing into James' throat. His paw remained firmly on his human's head, keeping him from pulling away as he humped and ground his cock into the struggling male's mouth. 

	James felt tears welling at the corners of his eyes as he fought to suck in enough air through his nose to stay conscious. His throat felt stretched every time that tapered tip plunged down his throat, injecting him with more and more pre. Small rivulets ran steadily from the corners of his mouth, and he palmed the dragon's fat knot in both hands.

	Smolder was growling and rumbling with soft churrs and huffs as he thrust into James' mouth, heavy balls slapping the human's wrists while his knot was squeezed and teased. The dragon's tail lashed around in the humid shower, creating small eddies in the steam, and hot breath puffed from his snout as he continued humping.

	James squeezed his throat closed as best he could to keep from having to swallow the dragon's virile pre, letting it drain from around the dragon's dick as it fucked his throat. He squeezed down behind the engorged knot every time it pressed against his lips, and his other hand was gathering up the dragon's pre to smear across his own dick.

	He began jerking himself off furiously, pre-slick hand dragging his foreskin back and forth over the head of his dick while Smolder's growls and roars became more insistent.

	When Smolder's came, James struggled to keep his composure. Hot, gooey cum blasted down his throat, forcing him to swallow several times before it overwhelmed him.  If that had been the only shot, James might have managed, but Smolder's cock throbbed again, more cum emptying out into his throat.

	James coughed and sputtered around Smolder's cock, cum pouring down his chin, some running from his nose and making his sinuses burn. Eyes watering, he jerked himself harder until his length throbbed in his hand, shooting ropes of cum along the slate tile floor, a few catching the underside of the dragon's tail. He groaned in satisfaction the dragon's cock pulled free from his mouth, sliding back along his other hand until he was gripping the dragon's shaft at the middle.

	Smolder huffed and let out low roars of enjoyment as he ground into the human's hand, rope after rope of sticky dragon cum coating James' face, neck, and torso. He lowered his head down to nuzzle against his human's head as his orgasm died down, tongue darting out to swipe over James' face.

	The blond twink just sat there on the shower floor, coughing up cum and coming down from his own orgasm, eyes closed until he felt the dragon's slick tongue swipe away a good portion of it. He carefully eased open one eye, panting as he looked at the large dragon cock in his hand, still drooling cum from the tip. James' was thoroughly covered and sticky, which felt like being covered in hot goo. He loved it. At least cleanup was easy in the shower.

	

	James normally attended all of the Wolves home games to watch Christian play and support him, but Christian wanted to have a few of his friends-slash-teammates over after the game to hopefully celebrate and play games. James decided to stay home and clean up a bit, since the place still looked like a disaster after they'd spent the previous weekend putting up Christmas decorations and wrapping presents for friends and family, and still hadn't really, fully cleaned up after Thanksgiving.

	Smolder followed along behind James as the young man stuffed scattered bits of trash into a large bag, clearing the floor of bits and pieces of torn wrapping paper. The dragon leaned down to sniff at a decorative ribbon on the ground before stepping on it, feeling it crinkle under his paw.

	"Hey, give me that," James scolded good-naturedly, smacking the dragon's paw away and scooping up the flattened ribbon before chucking it into the trash bag.

	The dragon let out a low churr and nuzzled at James' leg before playfully lifting his head up between the human's legs and lifting him off the ground.

	James squeaked and almost fell over, but he leaned down to kiss the dragon's snout. "I know, I know, we can play later when they get home, okay?" he said, carefully easing himself off the dragon's shoulders and petting down over the dragon's strong neck.

	When James turned back to keep picking up clutter, the dragon's tongue snaked out and slid down the back of the human's shorts, teasing between his cheeks.

	James jumped forward and yelped, swatting behind him, missing the dragon's snout. "Hey! Cut it out. We don't have time today," James said, walking over and petting the dragon's horns.

	Smolder crooned low and nuzzled into James' chest, trying to off balance the blond twink.

	"Nope, not today. I'll make it up to you, I promise," James said, rubbing all over the dragon's neck and shoulders. He then pulled away and swatted the dragon on the flank. "Shoo, let me clean."

	Dejected, the dragon padded over and climbed onto the couch, flopping down with a sigh.

	"Yeah, yeah," James mumbled, shaking his head and chuckling. "Horny dragon."

	

	"Heads up!" Christian walked back out into the living room and slung a can of beer across the living room.

	James stuck his hand up and caught it easily, putting it on the end table next to him. "Thanks, hon."

	"And another," Christian called, throwing a second can over.

	James barely had time to react before catching the second can and he looked over at his boyfriend with an eyebrow raised. "Two?"

	Christian flopped down in the giant bean bag and caught a controller as it was tossed his way. "I didn't want to get up again for a while," he called.

	"He's next to the fire! It's just gonna get all warm and gross," Reggie, one of Christian's friends from college, and a receiver for the Wolves, piped up from the couch next to James. He smacked James' chest with the back of his hand. "See, you need to beat his ass more often. Make him treat you right," Reggie teased.

	Reggie had smooth, brown skin and short, black hair that faded up the sides. He had a diamond stud in each ear and his right arm was covered in tattoos like some anime character from Full Metal Alchemist, which Christian kept promising to watch with James someday, but never did. 

	James liked Reggie the most of the rest of Christian's teammates, if only because Reggie would complain about being the shortest player on the team... at five and a half feet tall. James did find the complaints to be a bit unfair, though adorable.

	Before he could respond, Christian was calling back. "Hey, James likes drinking warm, gross things, it's fine."

	Jamie scoffed, the smile on his face making it hard to pretend taking offense at the joke, and Reggie was cackling next to him. "Aw, babe, you know I only do that to make you feel better," he teased back.

	Both Reggie and Kevin, who was one of the teams photographers, were howling at that and even Christian had a hand over his face, laughing as he realized he'd walked into it. Kevin was sitting on the floor with his back against the couch with Smolder lying at his side. 

	Kevin looked fresh out of college, though he was the oldest by a couple years. He was long and lanky with long, messy brown hair and a goatee that made him look more like a guitarist than photographer. He was also the only state native, with the other three having moved a few years ago for work. "Please, please tell me we can play something else," he complained as they were killed off by a hoard of demons for the third time this stage.

	James opened one of the beers with one hand and took a drink. "Yes, please," he seconded, and both Reggie and Christian just grunted. 

	"Actually, I think I'm going to go crash. It's almost midnight, and I'm supposed to drive up north tomorrow at some point. We're doing Christmas on Tuesday cause JJ has to play Thursday," Reggie said, putting his controller on the coffee table and pushing himself up off the couch. 

	"Oh, yeah, I remember you saying that. Sucks for him. I've dodged it all three years now, though I think we've got to play Christmas next year," Christian said, rolling his head to the side to look up at Reggie.

	"If you're still on the team," Reggie teased.

	Christian tried to puff out his chest from his reclined position in the beanbag. "One year left on my contract! Then maybe I can get more money."

	James took another sip of his beer and started going through the list of games they had on the console as Kevin vetoed them one at a time. "You sure you don't wanna play a bit more?" 

	Reggie reached out and mussed up James' hair. "Nah, I'm dead," he said, starting for the stairs out of the basement. "I'm taking the Blue Room," he called to Kevin, and the other man just raised his beer and called goodnight without glancing over. The guest rooms were on the ground floor, near the front living room, and each had been decorated themed loosely after the Pokémon Red and Blue Gameboy games, which was entirely Christian's idea, though he always told guests that it was James' instead. 

	

	Christian bowed out of the games entirely, also tired, but wanting to stay up and watch while Kevin and James played some RPG together. He eventually said his goodnights and slumped off upstairs to get some sleep. James had gotten to sleep in, but after all the beer, he was pretty tipsy.

	Kevin was yawning a lot, too, and the pair started dying more frequently as they played on until James finally called it quits. 

	"That's enough for me. I can't even focus anymore," he said, tossing his controller onto the cushion next to him and shambling up to stand on unsteady feet.

	Kevin sighed and let the controller fall from his fingers before leaning over to hug the dragon at his side. "Yeah, I'm good, too..." He yawned and hugged the dragon who just groaned and stretched his paws out in front of him.

	"Mm, well, Red Room is all yours to crash in," James said, grabbing his phone from the end table and stuffing it in his pocket.

	"Nah, that's fine. I think I'll just sleep down here, if it's all the same," he mumbled.

	James grimaced, glancing over to Smolder. "You sure? It'd be way more comfortable in there than down here."

	Kevin just lifted a hand and waved it lazily. "Nah, it's fine. I can sleep anywhere. It feels nice down here."

	James chewed on his tongue, but couldn't think of a nice way to ask, "Can you please go upstairs so me and my dragon can have some alone time?" He sighed inwardly and stepped over Kevin and Smolder, the latter of whom got up and stretched. "Suit yourself. I'll see you in the morning, probably," James said, hardly needing to fake a yawn as he starting up the stairs.

	Smolder was on his heels as they walked up to the ground floor, and James bit back a yelp when he felt Smolder's tongue tease up the leg of his shorts and over his balls. Smolder liked to do that to him whenever he was in the mood, and luckily for James, Smolder seemed to know not to do so unless they were alone, or out of sight at the very least.

	"Stop that," James whispered as he stepped out into the hallway near the kitchen, pushing Smolder's head away and looking down at the dragon. 

	Smolder gave him a pitiful, low croon and stepped closer, nuzzling at James' chest. The man sighed and pet over his dragon's horns. Cleaning up the house and running errands while Christian was playing had taken up way more of his time than he thought, and he hadn't given Smolder any attention.

	"Okay, okay, but we have to be quiet," James whispered, looking through the living room to where the guest rooms were.

	The only light on upstairs was the Christmas tree near the front window, and James guided the dragon through the main entry and around the corner to the guest beds. The Red Room was the one on the far end of the hall with a bathroom between the bedrooms. The bedroom he shared with Christian was above the Blue Room, so it was a safe place for him to get humped by Smolder when Christian was asleep.

	The comforter over the bed looked like the old Pokémon Red cartridge with similarly themed art prints on the wall. The moment James closed the door, Smolder was nudging him towards the bed with his snout. 

	James laughed, almost tripping over his own feet as he stumbled towards the bed. "Easy, sheesh," James said, giggling as he glanced over his shoulder at the horny dragon.

	Smolder nuzzled up under his human's shirt and his tongue snaked out to tease down the back of his shorts, and James reached down to slide them down, kicking them aside. Now with full access to his human, Smolder's snout came up between James' legs, lifting him up and dumping him onto the bed.

	James rolled onto his back, Smolder climbing up onto the bed above him. "I know, I know," he said, wrapping his arms around the dragon's head and hugging him close, the rumbling scaled beast laying atop him and keeping him toasty warm.

	Smolder let out a low roar, and his tongue slipped out into James' mouth, nearly making James gag as it teased the back of his throat. James found it easier to take the dragon's dick down his throat than the shorter tongue, purely because the tongue would wriggle and tease the back of his throat and make it harder tolerate. When the tongue slipped from his mouth has gasped and shuddered, hugging the dragon's head to his chest and kissing Smolder's cheek. 

	The dragon's forearms were articulated more like a bear's, giving him good lateral movement. He scooped a forepaw up under James' hips and lifted his human's lower half off the bed.

	James went slack while the dragon moved him around as he pleased, gasping in pleasure as that slippery, hot tongue slid down over his navel and down across his half-hard shaft. Smolder had become quite the guilty pleasure for him over the past few months, and he found himself submitting more and more to the dragon's desires.

	Smolder's tongue coiled around James' length and down across the insides of his thighs before the dragon teased it up between the smaller male's cheeks. James had to clap a hand down over his mouth to keep from moaning too loudly. The dragon's tongue always felt so intense as it wriggled around inside his passage, pressing him deep in intimate spots.

	Smolder drew his tongue back, the tip tracing up over James' taint and balls before the dragon let out a low chuffing noise, nuzzling along James' sides before sprawling out on the bed and rolling onto his back.

	James rolled to his side and looked at the lazy dragon, shaking his head. "Really? Ugh, you're lucky I love you," he teased, crawling up to straddle the dragon's hips. A few inches of dark, crimson shaft were poking free from the dragon's heavy pouch and James shifted back until the tip was pressed at his hole. 

	The dragon churred happily and brought his paws to his human's hips, claws lightly dimpling James' flanks. It was harder to relax his muscles while straddling the dragon, but James got the tip nestled in against his ring and pushed down as the dragon's shaft began twitching and lengthening. It pressed into him with far greater ease than it had the first time, but still made James feel stretched as it pressed deeper inside.

	Smolder usually preferred to mount him on all fours, which James loved, though sometimes the dragon was feeling particularly lazy and enjoyed laying there while the smaller twink would service him. James gasped as he felt the dragon's cock grow inside him, his hips grinding down against the entrance of the dragon's sheath. Soft, scaled paws held him in place, the dragon's body reverberating between his legs from the low, quiet rumble that emanated from his muzzle.

	James continued grinding his hips down into Smolder's lap until he could feel the telltale swell of the dragon's knot still half surrounded by the puffy, red sheath. He took a minute to acclimate to the think shaft inside him before he lifted his hips up. The soft ridges along the underside of the dragon's dick slipped from his passage as he leaned forward, hands on Smolder's chest for balance.

	The dragon's head rolled to the side and his tongue lolled out of his muzzle as the smaller male in his lap rode along his shaft. He would make a low, happy churring noise whenever James would sink back down and clench down.

	James's cock ground against the dragon's belly as he rocked his hips in small circles, pre leaking from his hooded head and down over the dark red scales beneath him. The dragon's cock pressed deep inside, and he moved one hand to his abdomen to feel the tapered, ridged head flaring under his fingers. Pre was leaking from around the dragon's shaft, making it easier for James to rock his body back and forth along it.

	Smolder's knot was beginning to swell from his efforts, squelching wetly whenever it would mash up against his ring, seeking purchase. The dragon's paws tightened against the smaller man's hips, crooning happily and grinding up against James' downward thrusts, trying to press his knot inside.

	James' could feel his orgasm drawing near as the dragon's thick shaft pressed him in all the right spots, almost too big to miss. His foreskin slid back and forth over the head of his cock as he jerked himself off with one hand, the other obsessively pressing down on the dragon's cock through his abdomen, loving how full it made him.

	He couldn't help the moan that escaped his mouth as the first rope of cum shot from the head of his cock, landing right along the dragon's snout, the next splattering across Smolder's cheek and then chin. His movements paused for a second too long for the dragon, and Smolder's paws pulled James down hard into his lap, driving that engorged knot past James' ring. 

	James' eyes watered as he felt the dragon's knot spread him wide, his cock flexing upwards hard enough to send the next rope of cum flying over the dragon's head to land on the pillows. He could feel the tapered head of dragon's cock begin pulsing under his fingertips and then a hot warmth was suddenly spraying into his guts, filling him with gooey dragon seed.

	Smolder stretched his neck upwards and let out a low rumble as he came, body tensing up under the human in his lap. James had his eyes closed, balanced precariously upright in the dragon's lap and enjoying the feeling of being pumped full when the sound of the light switch made his blood run cold.

	James heart was beating so hard in his chest that it was all he could hear for what felt like forever. He hadn't opened his eyes, but the overhead light was obviously on, and he could feel the cooler hallway air on his back. A million possibilities were running through James' mind, knowing he should probably break the silence with whoever was behind him.

	"God fucking damn, dude," Reggie said, staring slack jawed at the scene in front of him. He was only in a pair of black trunks, showing off his well-toned, quick frame.

	James' head whipped around, and he was surprised to see not only Reggie, but Kevin standing in the doorway at a complete loss of words. "G-guys, it's... it's not..." he let the sentence trail off, knowing that there wasn't a hen's chance in a fox den that they'd buy that line.

	Kevin was still in the sweats and t shirt he'd been in downstairs, and any fatigue that had been on his face then was gone now, and his eyes were glued to the blond twink's ass where he could see the dragon's balls pressed intimately up under James' hole.

	Reggie looked kind of disgusted, but he'd taken another step into the room, eyes looking over every detail. "What the fuck..."

	"Please don't tell Christian," James blurted out, face flushed from embarrassment at the whole situation. The situation was already beyond getting out of, so damage control was all that was left.

	Reggie snorted and looked back at Kevin, then over to James. "He doesn't know, eh? That... that you," he took another step closer, coughing into a fist. "Fuck, dude."

	James brought a hand to his face, inadvertently smearing some of his own cum across his cheek, making him jerk away. "Please, please don't tell him. I'll tell him eventually."

	Smolder, for his part, was laying on the bed watching Reggie with lazy interest, content to lay there tied to the human above him.

	Kevin was now standing right behind Reggie, staring down at the massive red dragon, seeing the shiny wet streaks over his face. "Did... did you cum on... your dragon?"

	Said dragon raised its head to look at the pair, then his long, slippery tongue deliberately swiped across the front of his snout, then along the bridge of his muzzle, clearing most of the cum from his face. 

	James' wanted to crawl into a hole and die. His face was burning with embarrassment, and he was picturing all the ways that things were go wrong, when he felt a hand touch his ass, a thumb spreading his cheeks. He looked back over his shoulder to see Reggie staring intently down between his cheeks.	

	"Dang, how fucking big is he?" Reggie asked, and James could see that the man was groping himself through his trunks, and that someone had closed the bedroom door without him noticing.

	James mind was still trying to switch gears and adapt to the situation as things changed. "Wh-what?"

	"Shit, can all gay guys take dick like you?" Reggie asked, his thumb pressing right at James' ring at the base of the dragon's cock, some cum oozing out. He glanced over to Kevin and the man threw his hands up as if to say, "don't look at me."

	"Some of us... are just stretchier, I guess," James mumbled, still embarrassed, but glad that there wasn't any yelling at least. 

	"Think you can take more?" Reggie asked, his thumb pressing at James' entrance before it managed to sink in to wedge against Smolder's knot.

	Kevin made a choking noise and cleared his throat. "What? Hah, you gay now, too?"

	Reggie flipped Kevin off all while beaming at him. "Hey, look, it's not gay, okay? It's just... exotic, that's all. Who gets to say they got a threesome with a dragon, eh?" He caught James' gaze for a second, but looked away quickly, clearly still trying to convince himself. "I promise I won't say nothing to Christian at all."

	James could feel Reggie's thumb teasing up inside him and he glanced from Reggie over to Kevin, mouth moving quietly before he finally stammered. "I... I don't know, he's pretty fucking big."

	Reggie reached down and fished himself out of the waistband of his trunks, hard as a rock and about as thick as James was, though cut. "How about we find out, and I promise I won't tell Christian about any of this."

	"Dude," Kevin said, sounding a bit annoyed. 

	Reggie shook a hand in Kevin's face shaking his head. "I'm not going to tell him either way."

	James licked his lips and looked down at Reggie's cock. A few months ago, and he had struggled to take Smolder at all, but now... "Alright, let's try it."

	Reggie laughed and smacked James' ass, fingers digging in a bit to give it a squeeze. "My man. Hey, Kev, you next?"

	Kevin was one of the people Christian and James regularly-if not frequently-hooked up with together, though he wasn't much of a top. His refusal didn't surprise James, but Reggie just shrugged as he kicked his trunks off and climbed up on the bed.

	"Suit yourself, but you should definitely get in on this, if nothing else, for the story," Reggie teased. He put a hand on the back of James' neck and encouraged him to lay down against the dragon's chest.

	James put his head on Smolder's chest and hugged the dragon lightly, trying to relax his body to stretch more. The dragon's hot seed helped relax his muscles, and James took a few deep, steadying breaths. He could hear the dragon's pleased rumble in his chest as James' movements tugged at his knot. He felt the head of Reggie's dick press against his stretched ring at the underside of Smolder's knot, and he had a brief fear that this would be too much.

	The smooth, black shaft slipped inside, gooey dragon cum leaking back down over Reggie's cock and over his balls. "Oh, fuck man... his jizz is hot. Like, are your insides on fire?" Reggie asked, eyes locked on where his cock was slowly inching inside the stretched hole.

	James was taking in quick breaths through his nose, the pain fading quickly to discomfort and a fullness that made his head spin. One of his hands was pressed to his abdomen and he jumped when he felt another hand slide in between him and the dragon to join his own.

	Kevin had ditched his sweats and was now idly stroking himself with one hand while feeling James' stomach with the other. "Is that his dick?"

	Reggie had pushed himself in to the hilt without pause, his balls resting atop Smolder's. "Whose dick, mine?" he asked, wedging one of his own hands in to feel what they did.

	"Smolder's, dumbass," Kevin chuckled, pressing down and feeling something flex against his fingers.

	Reggie moaned and closed his eyes, body trembling. "Whoa, do that again," he said, though he pressed down on the dragon's dick through James' abdomen himself. Smolder's cock throbbed against his own, the sensation feeling like it was milking his cock. "How the hell are you this tight after taking something so fucking big?"

	James' was thankful for the brief distraction of how stretched he was, his breathing helping him to relax and acclimate to the second intruder inside him. "Ngh, well... your dick is kinda... wedged against another dick at least twice your size..."

	Reggie grunted and pulled his hand back, wiping some of James' cum on the man's back. "Yeah, fuck dude... Maybe I am gay," he laughed, starting to work his hips into a slow rhythm.

	James was so focused on trying to stay relaxed, that he didn't notice Kevin had climbed atop Smolder's chest so he could wave his dick in James' face. He opened his eyes when it pressed against his nose, and he looked up to meet his friend's face before opening his mouth and taking the man inside. He'd taken three dicks at once before, though this felt like trying to take four or five with how much Smolder filled him. He was glad when Kevin began to thrust into his mouth, because he honestly didn't have much concentration for anything that wasn't staying as limp as possible.

	Reggie had worked up into a smooth rhythm, careful not to pull back too far, but he was on borrowed time from the start. "Fuck, dude, you are missing out," he breathed, hands gripping James' waist for leverage as he watched his dick slide back and forth through the abused hole. "His dick feels amazing to grind on... it's hot and wet and hard."

	Kevin was on the average side of things, though his balls were large and sagged against James' chin whenever the lanky man bottomed out. "Next time," he mumbled, trying to commit the scene to memory. 

	Smolder squirmed beneath the group, chest rumbling low and fierce, quite content with his position. He lifted his red snout, staring up at the back of the human in front of him before he leaned forward and darted his tongue out. 

	Kevin gasped and his head spun around to see what happened. Smolder's tongue slid between his cheeks, along his taint and around the base of his cock, giving it a squeeze. It was hot and slippery, and James lips pressed to the dragon's tongue as Kevin's hips thrust forward. "Oh, damn. Shit, his tongue feels way hotter on your dick than on your hand," he muttered, one of his hands tangling in James' short, blond hair to hold his head still.

	Reggie was hyper focused on watching the way his dick slid in and out of James' ass, but he tore his gaze away to watch a dark pink tongue slide up around Kevin's navel before coiling down around his dick. "Yeah, next time, I'll trade you..." he said, picking up speed as he ground his cock against the ridged underside of the dragon's shaft, balls starting to slap against Smolder's.

	Smolder was churring happily, the occasional pleased huff or growl coming from his muzzle to fill the Red Room. James wanted to make a cheeky remark about how presumptuous they were being about any possible "next time", but filled as he was from both sides, he could only lay there and accept his fate. His dick was half hard from the way Reggie's dick was pressing Smolder's knot into his prostate, and he could tell from the huffing and puffing that black man was seconds from blowing.

	Kevin could feel that warm tongue tease across his balls and taint before the tip trailed up between his cheeks. Kevin was focused more on thrusting into James' mouth, working himself closer and closer, that he wasn't ready for the tip of the dragon's tongue to snag against his puckered ring. It wriggled there for only a split second before several inches were suddenly spearing through his tunnel.

	That was enough to send him tumbling over the edge and he clung to James' head with both hands, cock pulsing over his friend's tongue while flooding his mouth with salty, tangy cum.

	Reggie was in his own world as he humped forward against the dragon's cock, body trembling. So much of the dragon's warm seed had spilled out against his balls and thighs, leaving everyone but Kevin a sticky mess from the waist down. He slammed himself balls deep one more time and hooked an arm around James' neck, forehead pressing between the twink's shoulders as he let out a low, deep groan.

	James could tell Reggie was cumming in him from the sounds he was making, but he was already so full dragon seed that anything that was added was a drop in the bucket. He could feel his own half-hard shaft throbbing dully, and he knew he'd cum again from having Smolder's fat knot repeatedly mashed into his prostate.

	Smolder withdrew his tongue from Kevin's hole, trailing it up the man's spine, under his shirt, making him shiver all over. He carefully pitched over, off top of the dragon's chest, his softening cock slipping free from James' mouth. "Holy fuck, why haven't you told Christian?"

	Reggie's cock had softened enough that it slipped free of James' flooded passage, and the man just lay atop the blond man's back, trying to catch his breath. "No shit, dude. He'd fucking love this."

	James lay there, sweaty and covered in four people's cum, and utterly exhausted. He would still have to shower off and march back upstairs to his bed if he didn't want Christian to find out. "Yeah, I'll just... get right on that," James mumbled tiredly, lifting a hand in acknowledgement before letting it fall back down at the dragon's side. They were probably right, but that didn't make it any less fucking difficult of a topic to bring up to your partner.

	Reggie stumbled to his feet looked down at the mess of dragon cum over his thighs and crotch. "Yeah, I bet this is a bitch to clean up, ain't it?"

	Kevin looked over to Reggie and laughed, shaking his head. "Dude, I suck did and I think you've got more cum on you now than I've ever managed."

	There was a wet slopping noise as Smolder's knot had shrunk enough to pull free, though the rest of the dragon's cock remained inside James' passage. A rush of cum poured out against the comforter and James let out a moan from the intense feeling. 

	Reggie glared over at Kevin before sticking two fingers into the puddle of hot, sticky dragon jizz, flicking it at the long-haired man. He missed, and it landed wetly over the pillows at the head of the bed.

	James groaned and put a hand over his face, listening to Kevin laugh and say something snarky. "Reggie... I've got enough to clean," he said, turning to look over his shoulder at the toned black man. 

	Reggie's face sobered and he chuckled, smacking James' ass, watching more cum drool out from around the dragon's dick as Smolder's shaft slipped further out. "Hah, oops my bad." He took stock of the state of the bed and winced. "Kev, you can share the Blue Room with me. Uh... after I clean up," he added, looking down at his thighs. 

	James watched as a thick wad of Smolder's cum fell from Reggie's inner thigh, landing on the thick plush carpet below. He put his head back down on the dragon's chest, and he sighed.