"How far out did she say she was?" Christian said, staring out the front blinds of the window, checking to see if the car door he'd heard was for them. 

	James stepped up to the window and peaked our as well. "She said she was twenty minutes out about half an hour ago," he said, letting the blinds closed and checking his phone again. He was so excited he couldn't stand still. Tonight, he would fulfill a childhood dream and own a dragon.

	Granted, dragon was a bit more of a marketing term than anything else. They'd been genetically engineered overseas forty years ago as a quite-literal pet project of a team of scientists. James wanted one since he was little, but they were expensive to buy, illegal in most cities, larger than some livestock, and rare. So, when he was given the chance to adopt one, he'd jumped at it, prepared to convince his boyfriend to sell the house so they could move somewhere where it would be legal to own one.

	Turns out that there were no laws prohibiting dragons in their county, and they didn't technically fall under the Exotic Species Laws in place, either, since they were technically domesticated. To date, the only injuries sustained were from overly excited dragons who decided to play a bit too hard. With that hurdle cleared, James checked with their neighborhood HOA only to find out that not only was it not prohibited, but there were two other people in the neighborhood who owned a dragon themselves! James didn't make it a point to socialize with any of the neighbors, and they might live a good half mile away, so it wasn't surprising that he didn't know. It did mean that that was another obstacle out of the way.

	Convincing Christian hadn't been too hard, either. Christian had told him years ago that if he ever got the chance, he'd help James make his dream come true; he was a good boyfriend. It had been an expensive purchase and drained a year of savings, but Christian had picked up half of the tab as an early birthday present. All that was left was to wait for the delivery. James had taken off all next week, cleaned the house thoroughly, and read about everything he'd need to know to take care of the dragon, feeding Christian the cliff notes of what he'd read.

	"I forget, did you get any pictures of... uh, what's his name?" Christian asked, reaching out to poke James in the stomach.

	James grunted and grabbed at his boyfriend's hand, trying to fend him off, but Christian had him thoroughly outmatched. "Smolder, and no, I wanted it to be a surprise."

	Christian nodded and checked his phone before glancing out the window. "I've never actually seen a dragon in person."

	"Wow, really?" James asked, a bit surprised. He'd met two before, though he'd arranged to do so. 

	Christian let the blinds close and walked back over to the couch to flop down. "Yeah, I thought it was cause they're rare, but like... I thought about it, and you know what else I've never seen in person?"

	"What?" James asked.

	"A dalmatian. Like, sure, I've seen them on tv, or in those movies, you know, but as someone's pet? Nada. And they've got to be more common than a dragon, right?" Christian lifted both his hands as if to say, "who knows?" and grabbed his controller, unpausing the game he'd been playing before the breeder had given them an ETA.

	James thought about that, going over in his head all the different dog breeds he'd seen in person. "Huh."

	"Hm?" Christian asked, not glancing up from his game.

	"You're right. I've seen a dalmatian, but like, I've never seen a poodle. The large ones, not the tiny ones. Or like, I've never seen a donkey. Even though I know what they look like from tv and movies," he mused.

	"Fucky, isn't it? That we can know what something looks like cause of the media, even if we never get to see it up close?" Christian's eyes were locked on the tv as he spoke, fingers mashing buttons as he played.

	James just rolled his eyes, not wanting to indulge Christian's teasing. Before he could respond, though, a car door sounded outside, closer than the last few, and James' head whipped to the window. He peaked out the blinds to see a woman in jeans and flannel shirt getting out of a silver SUV in front of their house. "She's here!"

	Christian shut off the game immediately and hopped up, looking almost excited as James felt. "Oh shit, alright. Let's do this."

	James was stepping out the front door just as the woman was opening the back of her vehicle, and he got to see a large, red beast hop gracefully down onto the pavement.

	He'd had his own mental image of what Smolder might look like, based on his name alone; probably some red, orange, or even a grayish-blue color. Instead, he was a dark, deep red color like liquid garnets. His shoulders came up to the woman's waist, head lifted up on a neck similar to a horse's. His head and muzzle were shaped just like a lot of the fantasy dragons James' had seen, but with less ridges or protrusions. Twisted black bone sprouted from the top of the dragon's skull, angled back and up like an Antelope. It was hard to get much more detail than that in the dark.

	"Sorry I'm late! I missed the turn and then got stuck at the light," Catherine, the breeder James had been talking to the past five months, called from the street before guiding Smolder up the driveway.

	Watching him move reminded James of a tiger. They were thinner in frame all around, scaled hide stretched across lean muscle. His front legs were articulated for lateral movement like a bear, and despite its size and stature, it made no sound as it trailed behind the woman up the driveway.

	Christian jabbed James in the ribs, and the younger man snapped out of his reverie. "Oh, yeah, the light onto Roanoke is super picky after it gets dark and doesn't like to acknowledge your presence."

	Catherine beamed up at him as she approached. She was in her early fifties, if the silver hair she had in a ponytail was any judge. Her face was tanned and wrinkled from spending a lot of time in the sun, but her smile made her look almost girlish with how it dimpled her cheeks. "Oh, ain't that a bitch, then? It's a pleasure to meet you."

	She offered James her hand and he took it, not surprised that her grip was stronger than his own. James wasn't weak, but Catherine and his boyfriend both had a good six inches of height on him at least, though that put him almost on eye level with Smolder. "You as well. Damn," he said, looking at the dragon as Catherine shook Christian's hand.

	"I told you he was big!" Catherine laughed, reaching up to pet over the dragon's snout and up over a horn and back down his neck. The dragon leaned into the woman's hand and closed his eyes. "He's a big softie, though. He loves to cuddle."

	James stepped forward and reached out resting a paw on Smolder's head. A dragon's head. His dragon's head. He beamed as his green eyes met the amber and red eyes that were slitted like lizard, but moved smoothly, instead of the small, jerky motions he always expected. The dragon's snout was warm and smooth, and he craned his neck forward into the touch, nuzzling against James' hand. "He's gorgeous."

	Christian stepped up next to James, putting one arm around the shorter man and reaching up to pet the dragon's neck. "He's so warm, too. I thought he'd feel like a lizard," he admitted.

	Catherine laughed and pet over the dragon's back before patting one of his hips. "No, they have a scaled hide sort of similar to a snake's, but they're actually warm blooded."

	"I told him that, but he doesn't listen to me," James teased, bumping his boyfriend's hip with his own. Smolder took another step forward, eyes still closed, and pressed his muzzle against James' chest, snuffling at his shirt.

	Catherine rummaged through her pocket before pulling out a folded sheet of paper. "I wrote down some other information on there for you, just in case. I promised Jack I'd be home before midnight, so I better start back now."

	"Yes, of course! Thank you so much for bringing him up this way. Sorry you had to drive so far, I would have driven out that way," James said, though they'd had this conversation several times.	

	"Nah, it's fine, hon. I don't mind the trip as long as I can do it in a day. Besides, I came out early and showed him off to my niece. She lives about fifty miles west of here, so it was on the way. Her littlest one can walk right under him he's so small." Catherine said, gesturing around as she talked, still petting the dragon at her side.

	"Well thank you again for coming out this way! I was excited that we got the chance to adopt Smolder from you guys," James told the woman, watching as she started to back down the driveway. Smolder turned to watch her as well, but didn't follow.

	It ended up being another ten minutes of back and forth between Catherine and the two men, with Catherine doing most of the talking, occasionally putting in that she was leaving. 

	Christian watched her drive off and shook his head. "She reminds me a bit of my mom. Love her to death, but sometimes she wouldn't shut up."

	James chuckled and lightly smacked his boyfriend's stomach. "Shut up, dork. Come on." He guided Smolder into the house, shutting the door behind them. 

	"You know, when you said they were large, I was thinking you meant like... I don't know, not quite this big," Christian said, watching the dragon explore the living room, snuffling at different things.

	Now that they had better lighting, James could see black scales speckled along the dragon's back and hips, and two dark lines of almost-black that trailed from the dragon's neck down his forearms. His tapered tail had two black stripes that met at the tip, and his horns and claws were solid black. He looked strong, powerful enough to carry someone on his back, but also quick and deadly.

	The impression was somewhat dampened when the dragon turned a big circle in the middle of the living room and promptly sprawled out on his side like a big dog.

	James sat down next to the dragon and laid half atop him, petting his stomach and trying not to grin like a fool. "I told you that they can be up to four hundred pounds. He's a bit over three right now, and she said that'll probably be as big as he gets."

	"Oh, no, don't get me wrong. The bigger the better, right? Just damn," Christian said, carefully sitting down next to James to admire their new pet dragon. He pulled out his phone and held his arm out far enough to snap a pic with the three of them in it. "I can't wait to show the guys at practice tomorrow."

	James laughed and stroked Smolder's neck, feeling his smooth, scaled hide and the muscles under the powerful forearms. "You really are a big softie, aren't you?" he crooned, leaning down to press his face into the dragon's neck before hugging him.

	Christian grinned down at James and shook his head. "I'm going to get dumped for a dragon, aren't I?"

	James laughed and sat up, Smolder rolling onto his back to present his deep, red scaled stomach for pets. "Hah, I'll keep you on as my mistress," James said, petting the dragon's belly.

	"Mistress?" Christian asked, snorting.

	"What? Mister sounds weird," James said, reaching a hand up to Christian, who pulled him to his feet.

	Christian just patted his boyfriend on the head, ruffling his short blond hair. "I think the word is paramour."

	James rolled his eyes but was smiling. "Smolder, come here, boy," he called, patting his leg to get the dragon's attention.

	Smolder lifted his head from the carpet to look up at the shorter man before slowly climbing to his feet. The dragon stretched his neck upwards, able to reach a few inches above James without rearing up on his back legs. 

	"Good boy," James crooned, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around the dragon's neck, petting down his back. "I know he's been here only a few minutes, but I love him more than anything."

	The dragon seemed to appreciate the attention, letting out a low rumble and leaning against James, rubbing his muzzle along James' cheek. 

	Christian took another picture, setting it as his new background; he liked making James happy when he could. "I'm going to go laydown. Gotta get up early for practice."

	James nodded absently, still brimming with excitement after fulfilling his dream at last. "I'll be up in a bit. I'm too wound up to fall asleep."

	Christian grinned and slipped one hand up under James' shirt, rubbing at his back. "I know one way to help burn off some energy."

	

	James grunted as he was dropped on the bed, Christian's hands grabbing his jeans by the waistband and began tugging them upwards. "I could take them off normally, you know," he teased, legs up in the air with his back on the mattress.

	Christian put one of his arms around James' thighs to hold him in place while his other hand pulled the jeans and underwear free, tossing them to the side. "Nah, it's way more fun to do it myself."

	James couldn't do much with Christian holding him in place, and he grinned up at James past his t-shirt, his semi-hard dick hanging towards himself. "What if I wanna undress you, too?"

	Christian pushed James legs forward, causing him to flip over onto his stomach, legs now at the head of the beg. "Well? Get to it, then!" he said, stepping back from the bed to give James room to work while taking off his own shirt.

	James let out a whoof of air as he landed on his front, and he pulled himself towards the edge of the bed, grinding his now-hard dick-he loved being manhandled by Christian-against the mattress as he crawled. When he lifted his head, Christian dropped his shirt on his face. James tossed it aside and stuck his tongue out. 

	The couple were opposites in a lot of ways. Christian was a placekicker for the Wolves, having played for them for three years since college, and all the practices and exercise made him far more toned than James was with his office job. He had hazel-gray eyes like gloomy storm clouds. He was just over six foot, where James was an even five. Christian was lean ropes of muscle and dark, tan skin from being out in the sun so often. The sides of his head were shaved, leaving the top a few inches long in a fauxhawk and both his ears were pierced with small black studs each. A stylized wolf's head was tattooed over his left breast with the number 17, his jersey number, and there was a stylized sun tattooed around his navel.

	James, on the other hand, weighed half what his boyfriend did. No fat or muscle with hair the color of dried straw and grass-green eyes. He was lightly tanned along his arms, shoulders and face, giving him darker sun freckles. He had no tattoos, despite being tempted to get a 17 tattooed somewhere in support of his boyfriend. When Christian said no, telling him that tattooing your partner's name on yourself invites trouble, James had just argued he could get a Pidgeotto tattooed next to it. He mostly agreed, though, so no tattoos for him.

	He reached up to undo Christian's jeans, tugging them down, but leaving him in his boxers so he could lean forward and press his face against his boyfriend's bulge. Christian always smelled good to him, even after practice most days, and there was something enticing about shoving his face into his partner's clothed junk that made him drip against the sheets under him. With his face still pressed against that bulge he began tugging them down, grinding forward into his boyfriend's hardening dick while it was freed from the confines of his boxers.

	Overall, James had a bigger dick, which brought no end of playful teasing from Christian about how unfair it was that twinks got all the big dicks, but Christian was still thicker with an upwards curve. As soon as it swung free, smacking against James' chin, he turned and caught it in his mouth, lips pressing down to skin back his boyfriend's foreskin, tongue teasing around the head. It throbbed in his hand when he gripped it, and he pressed down further until his chin rested against Christian's balls. The taller man tangled his fingers in James' hair and held him steady while giving a few thrust, head dragging against the roof of James' mouth.

	He pulled James' head off of him and let his partner catch his breath. "Flip over. I want you on your back."

	James wasted no time turning around and hanging his ass off the side of the bed, though he grimaced when he felt the damp patch of his pre between his shoulder blades. Christian wasn't messing around, either, and had himself lined up as soon as he got James' legs around his waist. He pressed in, watching his dick disappear into his boyfriend's hole. 

	James' head rolled to the side, and he let out a pitiful whine, his cock throbbing against his stomach and oozing pre onto his smooth skin. Christian's dick was perfect for him, hitting his spot with ease in this position, letting him focus on pulling Christian into him or arching his back and clenching down. Christian was already humping quicker, his balls slapping off James' ass. Christian usually preferred to take it slow, but if he had to get up early, he liked to go hard and fast.

	He practically bent James in half as he leaned over the bed, holding James' legs in his arms, hips jackhammering away and drawing needy whines and gasps from his partner, angling upwards to keep hitting that sweet spot inside. Christian closed his eyes and tilted his head back, losing himself in the motions much like he did when running.

	James' was squeezing one eye shut as he watched his uncut cock flop around from Christian's wild thrusts, lines of pre drizzling out and being flung to his chest, thighs, or the sheets. He could tell Christian was planning on making this short and sweet, and he had no complaints to offer. Already, his balls were tingling as his climax began to build, the repeated stimulation deep inside making his heart race. Christian was going to fuck him until he shot all over and only then would he really focus on himself.

	James thought about reaching up to jerk himself off, just to get there quicker, but he enjoyed the gradual climb that Christian forced him on. His arms gripped the mattress beneath him, and he tried to pull himself closer to Christian with his legs, forcing his partner to stay deeper, clenching around him. Neither of them spoke as one toned body ravaged the lithe one beneath, wordless grunts and moans the only noise beside the ceiling fan spinning lazily overhead. James could feel his climax coast right past the point of no return, the gradual build all the more agonizingly slow as he was thrust into like a wild animal.

	Christian could feel James squirming more and more beneath him, and he let his head fall down to watch his boyfriend cum. James' face was scrunched up in concentration, mouth and closed eyes twitching, almost like he had to sneeze. Christian put a bit more weight into his thrusts, slamming their hips together enough that it hurt his balls, but he was rewarded when James arched his neck to one side and cried out.

	Their wild fucking meant when James' cock shot, the first rope slung sideways across James' face, the next up under his chin, with the rest going wild. Christian came not long after James did, slamming himself deep into his partner's tunnel and holding steady while unloading inside. He pulled back after a few pumps and began slowly working his hips back and forth while draining the rest of his balls with a low groan.

	James was trying not to thrash around beneath Christian as he came, his legs spasming and pulling Christian closer while getting a healthy coating of his own cum across his slender frame and face. He's always been rather leaky, and having someone who could hit that spot repeatedly always made him shoot even harder. When he felt Christian filling him up, he let himself go slack, letting Christian support his legs so he could recover.

	Christian groaned and carefully withdrew himself from James' hole, watching a thick wad of cum drool out and down onto the sheets. "Fuck... I thought you were going to squeeze my dick off," he teased, slapping one of James' thighs.

	James just groaned and draped an arm over his face. "I still might. Carry me to the bathroom," he mumbled, grin spreading over his face when he felt himself get scooped off the mattress.

	A quick shower was all they bothered with, but when they got back to their bedroom, Smolder was laying in the middle of the mattress, head resting between their pillows. The cum that had been on the sheets appeared to have been cleaned up and James put a hand over his face in embarrassment while Christian just laughed. Smolder lifted his head from the pillows, blinking red eyes at the pair before laying his head back down.

	James didn't bother to put anything on as he slipped into bed next to the dragon, throwing an arm over his chest and hugging the dragon from behind. "You have no idea how much I wanted him to sleep up here, he's so smooth and soft," James said, snuggling against the dragon as if he were a body pillow. "And warm. Very warm."

	"My parents never wanted us to have the cats in our room at night, afraid they'd puke on the carpets," Christian said, setting out a few things he wanted for morning before moving over to the bed.

	Smolder was letting out a low rumble in his chest almost like a cat's purr and James made a delighted gasp. "He's purring! See? It's just having a small tiger."

	Christian slipped into bed and put his phone on the charger, reaching out to pat one of the dragon's forearms. "Small?"

	"Okay, maybe not by much, but still!" Christian chuckled and snuggled against the dragon's back, petting his stomach. "Hey, hon?"

	"Mm?"

	"Can you turn the AC up?"

	

	Over the next week, taking care of a dragon turned out to be far more different of an experience than either of them had really expected. Christian hadn't known much of what to expect, but everything James had read said they were a mix of a dog and cat in terms of personality, but it didn't quite give much context. James saw Smolder as a small tiger, which was reflected in how he would lay about on the furniture and stretch out when given attention. He would also lower his head and headbutt both of them in a similar fashion, even making a purr-like noise when seemingly content, but that was where the likeness to a cat ended.

	Smolder was quite playful, and much more energetic when he wanted to be, though he tended to like wrestling more than any toys or running around. With Christian, he had a fair fight and would make cute roars if he got pinned down or if tickled. The dragon definitely preferred wrestling with James, who weighed almost a third the dragon's weight. He'd pin the smaller, blond man down and make low, churring noises in his throat, an almost smug look on his muzzle. 

	Smolder was also a licker. His tongue was long, extending about half a foot from his maw and was quite warm and slippery. The first time Smolder had licked him, James had been on all fours, ass in the air trying to get his phone from where it had slipped between the couch cushions. Next thing he knew, a long, slimy tongue darted up the back of his shirt and across his spine.

	James yelped loud and jumped so hard he hit his head on the footrest of the couch. Smolder had backed up a few feet and looked rather content with himself, even letting his tongue loll out before giving a playful croon. James had tried to wrestle him to the ground, but the dragon had him easily outclassed in strength. At first, James had been a little grossed out by the dragon's licking but turns out you can get used to anything when your dragon keeps doing it. He suspected it was mostly because of the squawk James would make when he was licked, since that would often put Smolder into Play Mode, wanting to wrestle and play fight. 

	Smolder also seemed to enjoy carrying James around and would often walk up behind the young man and slip between his legs, easily lifting James off his feet. James would sometimes climb on the dragon's back like a horse and lean down to hold onto his neck, only to be carted around wherever the dragon pleased.

	They bonded quickly over the week with James taking hundreds of photos and blowing up Christian's phone. James might have been able to take the week off of work, and while Christian made a nice chunk more than he did, it didn't come with much flexibility. Christian had to fly for an away-game on Sunday, was home Monday to relax and play with Smolder and James, and then immediately flew to another away-game for a Thursday night game. They had a Bye-week next week, at least, but it was still unfortunate timing. 

	James was in the basement laying in the giant beanbag they had that folded out into a queen-sized mattress. Smolder was sprawled atop him, squashing him into the beanbag and keeping him toasting warm. He ran one of his hands over the dragon's neck while Smolder crooned and made low, pleased noises. The projector was on, and James had the football game up, though muted because it was a commercial. James had done the whole travel-with thing for his boyfriend for his rookie year, but now usually only went to the home games. He was mostly scrolling on his phone, deleting photos of Smolder and only keeping the good ones, but he would turn the volume back up whenever the game started again. With Christian's team up by fifteen points this late in the fourth quarter, it was unlikely he'd see Christian up on screen again.

	Smolder groaned and rolled around on the beanbag, turning over and bringing a large paw down to press against James' head. 

	James grunted and put his phone down, nuzzling his face into the dragon's chest. "You're right. Is it sleep time, then?" he asked the dragon, stroking down over Smolder's neck and collarbone. 

	The dragon let out a low churr that turned into a yawn and stood up from the beanbag, letting the tip of his tail smack lightly over James' face. James had seem Smolder walk past plenty of things that his tail could have knocked over and not once seen his tail hit anything, so he knew it was on purpose. He smacked at it with a chuckle and rolled over to climb out of the beanbag. Smolder was standing there as if waiting, and James wrapped an arm around the dragon's neck, settling his weight onto the dragon's back.

	Smolder immediately padded off towards the stairs, taking them two at a time with the smaller man on his back. James beamed happily as he was carried to his bedroom by the large, scaled beast, and he held on tight with his knees. He took back all the times when he was younger, wishing to be bigger; then he couldn't ride a dragon.

	When the dragon hopped lightly up onto the bed, James let go and let himself slide from the dragon's back, bouncing on the mattress. "Good boy," he said, reaching up to rub and stroke over Smolder's chin and along his snout.

	The dragon leaned into the hand petting him and brought one of his large scaled paws up to rest on James' pelvis, holding him in place. Before the blond man could do anything, that long, slippery tongue darted out and dove up under James' shirt, slicking up over his navel and chest.

	James yelped and tried to arch up away from the dragon, but the paw held him in place. Then the tongue popped out of the neck of his shirt as Smolder's head nuzzled playfully up under his shirt. "Smolder! Cut it out!" James yelped, laughing as the dragon's tongue dragged over his cheek and neck.

	Smolder pulled back, though one of his forepaws reached out to grab James' shoulder and tug him closer. The dragon growled happily and leaned down to brush his muzzle over James' cheek.

	 James laughed and brought both paws up to grab onto the dragon's horns, pulling him gently into position so he could kiss the tip of the dragon's snout. "You're adorable, you know th-"

	Before James could react, Smolder lifted his muzzle up and slipped his tongue out again, pressing it right between the man's lips. James tried to pull his head back in alarm, but he was already flat on his back on the mattress. Smolder's tongue pressed further in, and he squawked around the slippery tongue, thicker than anyone he'd made out with before, but not by overly much. It was hot to the touch, as always, and it teased across his own tongue with its wriggling before sliding into his throat.

	The heat of the dragon so close to him, sitting atop him and shoving his tongue into the man's throat made his head swim. As quickly as it had started, though, it ended. Smolder pulled his tongue free, traced it down over James' neck, and then stepped off of him, leaving a thoroughly confused and flustered young man.

	James was used to the dragon's tongue on his face or sides, but he hadn't expected it to be shoved down his throat like that. He sat up woozily, holding a hand to his head as he tried to process what just happened. Smolder was sitting on the side of the bed, and he yawned wide when the human looked at him, as if nothing weird had just happened. "You're a brat," James told him, sticking his tongue out before crawling out of bed. 

	"At least your tongue doesn't taste weird or anything," James called over his shoulder, going into the bathroom to brush his teeth and get ready for bed. 

	When he returned, he kicked off his boxers and tossed his shirt aside before crawling into bed next to Smolder. Smolder shifted around behind him and then pulled the smaller human under an arm, tugging him close. James snuggled back against the dragon's chest, hugging one large paw and laying on the other. His scales were smooth and warm, and James enjoyed feeling them so close. He fell asleep listening to the low, pleased grumble from the dragon spooning him.

	

	James knew he was dreaming. It felt like a light shroud that covered his head and thoughts, keeping him just barely from waking, and if he moved too fast, or thought too quickly, the veil would shred apart. The dream was too good for him to wake from it just yet. 

	He was sprawled out in bed with Christian between his legs, head bobbing up and down over his cock while James tried not to squirm around and make too much noise. Christian wasn't much of a fan of giving head, so even if this was a dream, it was a rare treat. James reached down and ran his fingers up along his partner's cheek before slipping behind his head to pull him closer. His tongue felt hot and slippery, wriggling along his length and he tried not to squirm too much and break the illusion of the dream. 

	Hot breath washed over his entire crotch, and he felt Christian's hot tongue slide from his mouth and around his balls, coating them in his warm saliva before pulling away. It felt good, but strange, and James' mind worked faster to understand the sensation, his vision of Christian fading. He tried to hang on, to relax and let his mind drift away, but he knew it was too late. 

	When his eyes opened, he could barely make out anything in the dark room. They had blackout curtains over the windows, and it only let in a small amount of light in the mornings. He could dimly see the outline of Smolder's upper half across his legs, but details were still fuzzy having just woken up. Then he felt that same, strange sensation he had just a few seconds ago in his dream. A hot, slippery tongue slid across his cock, squeezing gently as it slid lower to cup his balls. 

	James yelped and tried to roll away from the dragon, but he might as be pinned by a boulder. "Smolder?! What are you doing! Stop that," he hissed, reaching down to push at the dragon's snout as the tongue flicked down over his cock again. Smolder let out a confused growl and pulled away, rolling to his side, away from James. 

	James sat up, panting heavily and looking at the large beast lying next to him, tongue still sticking from the front of his maw. The same tongue that had just been wrapped around his dick. James shook his head, trying not to think about it. At his side, the dragon had lifted one of its legs to the side and pressed his muzzle down to nuzzle between his own legs. The motion drew James' attention, and he stared for a good thirty seconds trying to process what he began picking out more details in the dim light.

	It was more dog-like of an action than James had seen from Smolder; the dragon didn't sit there licking his junk in the living room like some animals. He was now, though, and James couldn't tear his eyes away. He'd seen Smolder's sheath and balls plenty of times, and they were definitely on the larger size, but he was a dragon! He was supposed to be large! James' brain just sort of filtered it out; he wasn't supposed to be staring at his pet's balls. He was staring now.

	Smolder's sheath was the same dark red with black speckled scales, making it hard to see in their dark bedroom. The dragon's snout was tucked into the small divot of skin where his sheath met his belly, and his long tongue wasn't just lapping at his sheath, but into his sheath as well. He could make out a few inches of dark, crimson length that was sticking from the scaled pouch. James saw Smolder's tongue flick out against the tapered tip of his own shaft, causing it to flex and jet watery pre from the tip. That tongue trailed down into the scaled pouch before sliding free.

	James wasn't sure what to do. He felt like he should stop the dragon, or at least get him to stop doing so on the bed. Another part of him throbbed at the sight, remembering how that hot tongue felt on his own flesh. He was too busy staring at the dragon's emerging member that Smolder's tongue caught him in the cheek. He yelped and rolled away from the dragon, legs getting tangled in the blankets. 

	He heard Smolder stand up behind him and he rolled onto his back to see what the dragon was doing, but that was a mistake. A large paw suddenly pressed into his chest, holding him down while the dragon climbed over top him, pinning him like he usually did when they wrestled.

	"Smolder! N-no! Get off me," he complained, one of his arms pinned by one of the dragon's forearms, the other pushing at the dragon's snout, but Smolder was having too much fun.

	The dragon's muzzle came down and his tongue darted out, finding its way between James' lips again. He grabbed at it with his free hand, but the slimy sensation made him pull away quickly. It tasted different than it had last night, somehow a bit sweeter and saltier, and James quickly realized what he was tasting. His cheeks burned in embarrassment as he pushed at Smolder's muzzle, trying to get himself free.

	Smolder's chest was rumbling low and deep as his tongue wriggled and teased the inside of his human's mouth before he pulled free and sat up. James was left lying there, gasping for breath as he stared dully up at the ceiling. He felt something hot and watery land on his stomach and thought that the dragon was drooling on him, but another watery jet landed on his belly, and Smolder's tongue was on his neck.

	James lifted his head from the mattress and looked down between the dragon's forearms, between their bodies, and saw the dragon's dick hanging out of his sheath, dark and imposing, occasionally flexing upwards to spray watery pre on James' stomach. His own cock throbbed at the sight, and he wanted to reach down and touch the dragon's dick. 

	Smolder made things easier by pushing himself to all fours, looming over James who could now lay flat on his back under the large, scaled beast. There was a foot or two of space between their bodies, and the dragon's dick now hung directly over his crotch. It twitched upwards and more pre landed on James' belly with a watery splat. 

	Without putting too much thought into it, James reached down and closed his fingers around the dragon's length. He'd had access to the internet long enough to know what a dog's dick looked like and had expected it to look and feel the same. Instead, it was slick to the touch, much like the dragon's tongue, and just as hot. It pulsed in his hand, the tapered tip jetting more pre up over James' arm and wrist. There were ridges that formed a flared corona with more hard ridges along the belly of the dragon's cock that intrigued him. 

	Smolder let out a low, pleased growl that he usually made whenever he'd pinned James down. He didn't move or buck his hips, he just stood there, letting the human play with his dick as it grew out of his sheath.

	James' brain was screaming at him to stop, but he'd already come this far. He pushed his fingers down the dragon's length until they slid easily inside the dragon's scaled pouch. That made Smolder's hips finally give a small hump forward and James pulled his hand away, startled. That helped snap him back to reality and he pushed at Smolder's chest before turning over onto his stomach.

	"Alright, that's... yeah, let's just go take you outside or something... god, it's already everywhere," he muttered to himself, getting onto all fours and crawling out from under the dragon. He would have to wash the sheets before Christian came home.

	In hindsight, James realized he shouldn't have tried to crawl away like this. He'd made it to the edge of the bed when a large paw suddenly came down on his upper back and squashed him to the bed, leaving his ass in the air. He didn't even have time to cry out before something long, hot and slippery slid right between his cheeks and across his hole.

	James' shout cut off before it formed as he felt the dragon's tongue against his hole. Christian was not a fan of rimming, either giving or receiving, and it had been a while since he'd last been with anyone who did so. It felt better than he remembered, though most guys didn't have a long, hot, slippery tongue. James tried once to pull away from the paw holding him in place, but the second swipe of the tongue destroyed the last bit of resolve he had.

	Smolder's tongue teased back and forth over James' entrance before the tip snagged his ring and pushed in, spreading him open. Just his tongue was as thick as he was used to with Christian, and James cried out into the mattress as it squirmed inside him. He knew he should stop the dragon, but his struggling was no use. Which was true! Probably. James could feel that tongue sliding deeper inside, hotter than anything he had before, and certainly nothing so... energetic.

	The dragon's tongue writhed in coils, teasing over the man's insides, coating him in a thick layer of warm saliva. When it slid free, James' eyes rolled back in his head, and he shivered all over. The absence of all that warmth was almost upsetting, but at least he could move now. Smolder had pulled his paw from James' back and started to loom over the smaller human, and James knew what was coming. He could move and crawl right off the edge of the bed, or he could let himself collapse fully to the bed, or maybe...

	He did nothing. 

	James expected the dragon to leap up on his back and start humping like a dog, but the dragon's forearms pulled him close as Smolder hunched atop him, pulling him back into position as he slid forward. That ridged head pressed against his passage and a watery jet of pre sprayed out, directly into his hole. James' face burned with embarrassment at his predicament, letting the dragon take him like this. Why was he allowing this to happen? Throb... Throb... Oh, right.

	Smolder's hips rolled forwards as his paws pulled back on James' hips, and more than half of the dragon's dick slid into James' passage in one, slick motion. James grabbed a mouthful of sheets in his mouth and bit down hard, trying not to howl around it from the... well, no, it wasn't pain. It was just very overwhelming. Christian was thick, but Smolder was thicker. The dragon growled from the tight passage squeezing down on him and he shuffled his legs before driving in further, sinking to the hilt with a wet squelch.

	James actually snarled into the sheets, eyes squeezed shut so tightly that tears ran down his cheeks. Now it hurt, but it was still in the realm of manageable. Between his legs, his cock throbbed hard enough to smack wetly against his belly.

	Smolder let out a soft roar and leaned his head down to nuzzle at the back of James' head, tongue teasing along his human's neck and spine. James lay there propped up by his knees and shoulders, face buried against his arms and the sheets, breathing shakily through his nose. The dragon tugged his hips back and thrust forward again, ridged head expanding as his cock throbbed inside the tight passage.

	James groaned and wormed a hand down to his stomach, face flushing deep as he could feel the tapered and ridged head of the dragon's cock flex against his fingers, and he swore he could feel another jet of pre fill his insides. It was far larger than anything he'd taken, and if it weren't for the hot, slick pre the dragon was oozing, he doubted he'd have made it. Smolder started thrusting into him before he'd had enough time to adjust, and James whimpered around the sheets in his mouth, but he kept his hand in place, feeling that thick rod press up against his fingers on each thrust.

	Smolder's tail lashed around behind him as his hips worked up a good motion, his slick, crimson shaft spearing into his small human, heavy, black-scaled balls slapping against James' own dangling pair. The dragon was hitting all the right spots for James, his size and instincts making up for his inexperience. He didn't pull more than halfway out, though each thrust got progressively shallower as the dragon's knot began to swell up.

	The thick bulb smacked wetly against James' ring as it swelled further, strings of pre connecting their bodies, and some running down the insides of James' thighs. Smolder's chest was rumbling low and possessively as he tugged his human back against each thrust, trying to force his swelling knot inside the tight hole.

	James could feel himself being stretched further as the dragon began humping at him harder, but he wasn't familiar with the dragon's more intimate anatomy or what to expect. Smolder's hot breath washed over the back of his neck, that slick tongue still occasionally teasing over his neck. He was too far gone to care about how wrong it was, letting himself enjoy things in the moment and worry about consequences later. He finally relaxed just enough that Smolder's next thrust crashed through him.	The dragon's knot punched against James' ring and then sunk inside, locking the pair together with a wet pop. 

	James' choked, that engorged knot suddenly filling him wider than he thought he could stretch. The slick warmth kept his body relaxed and pliable, and the pain was muted by the intense pressure against his prostate, throbbing in time with the dragon's pulse.

	Smolder crooned low and nuzzled into James' neck before giving a long, rumbling roar. It was quiet and vibrated James' body, sounding rather intimate and possessive. His large frame trembled, and he bucked his hips forward one more time, knot dragging at James' insides, as he came hard.

	James' felt like someone had poured liquid fire into his body, and he swore he felt a burst of heat against through his belly, his finger tips pressing hard against the dragon's cock. It was enough for James to go screaming off the edge, cum spraying from his hooded cock to splatter messily along his chest and the blankets beneath. His passage clamped down on the massive knot plugging his inside, and he ground his palm against the bulge the dragon made in his stomach.

	Smolder puffed out hot breaths over the man's neck, his paws hugging James close as he came. The dragon leaned down further, practically enveloping his human in his embrace before falling to their side, wanting to lay down.

	James' head spun and he saw stars as the dragon pulled him from his knees. It wasn't gentle, and the dragon's knot pulled his hips roughly until he was settled back against the dragon's chest, being spooned like he had been all night, though this time he couldn't get away if he wanted to. His cock spat another few ropes of cum against the bed as he lay there, body spasming. He swore that if he were a car, all the check engine lights would be flashing.

	The dragon churred happily, nuzzling James' head and neck as his cock pulsed inside the human's tunnel, gooey dragon seed still pumping him full. 

	James just lay there, idly massaging the bulge in his stomach until he realized that he felt a bit more... bloated than before. His fingers could still feel the dragon's cock, but not nearly as well defined. At first, he thought it was because the dragon's cock was softening, but then realized it was because Smolder was making sure he knew the new meaning of the word "full". 

	"Ngh, Smolder, let me up," he mumbled, clutching at his stomach and trying to squirm forward, only then realizing just how stuck he was. "Oh god... what. What am I going to do?" he said, reaching behind him, down to where they were connected. His fingers brushed against the base of the dragon's dick, feeling some slick pre and come cum, but not as much as there should have been. It was all inside him.

	"Fuck," he mumbled, working his fingers around the small bit of the dragon's shaft that wasn't in him and squeezed down. He felt the knot inside him throb and his vision went fuzzy for a few seconds as he felt more cum pump into him. Reaching down further, he could feel the dragon's hot, heavy sac roll over his fingers. Behind him, Smolder growled and nuzzled the top of his head.

	James wiped his hand across the sheets-they'd need cleaned anyway-and fumbled around under his pillow for his phone, pulling it out to check the time, seeing a few texts from Christian. He briefly panicked and unlocked his phone, afraid to see a message from Christian saying he was almost home.

	07:51 AM - Flight delayed a couple hours. FML.

	08:03 AM - Should be home at one

	08:04 AM - Chicken tonight?

	08:31 AM - untitled(8).jpeg IT YOU

	09:05 AM - Boarding. You better be awake when I get home you lazy mf <3

	James let his head drop back against Smolder's forearm, sighing in relief. He had an hour until Christian got home. That would be plenty of time. Smolder curled close to his human and rumbled contently, making it clear he didn't intend to go anywhere.

	A half hour passed with James worrying more and more before he finally felt the dragon's knot slide free from his abused hole. He clenched down as best he could, feeling gooey cum run down over his ass and between his thighs.

	"Damnit, Smolder," James mumbled, shivering as the warmth as he shakily began detaching himself from the dragon's arms. He nearly wobbled over when he stood up, then had to hurry to the bathroom to keep from leaking all over the carpets. He flicked on the lights to the bathroom and then jumped when he felt the dragon's tongue slide between his cheeks.

	James yelped and hopped forward, hearing a splat of cum on the tiled floor beneath him as he failed to keep it inside. Smolder was standing in the doorway to the bathroom, looking rather pleased with himself, and James could see a line of cum hanging from the tip of the dragon's sheath before it fell to the carpet. He sighed and looked from the bathroom floor, then back to the bed sheets and carpet.

	James shook his head and began waddling towards their shower. It was large enough even for him to bring the dragon with. "Come on, boy, let's get cleaned up before Christian gets home."