Chasing Moonlight

Written by: Zylen Andel

The doors to the bar opened and he walked in, pausing to give the boozed up patrons a quick glance over. The peacock’s beak cracked in a smile as he felt all eyes move to him. The crowd examined him with their individual criteria for a good mate – or at least a good lay – to see if the bird stacked up. He had the attention of every male and female in this bar, but he acted as if he didn’t want any of them. 

The avian adjusted the soft green silk shirt covering his upper body, smiling as he caught some blushes. He slipped a hand into a pocket of his black dress pants to make sure that he had not forgotten his wallet again, not that he needed to be carded to drink, but the cops around here always assume the worst. For the most part, he chose not to wear shoes, it was quite hard to find a comfortable pair that accommodated his large crocodilian claws. Without even looking, he knew the eyes were leaving him the closer he got the bar – their loss.

Clacking sounds came to life as his foot talons hit against the wooden floor with his measured and elegant strides. The long legs of this peacock meant that the short stool pressed his feet and shins down into the floor. It was slightly uncomfortable now, and it would start hurting his legs after a while, but he had no intention of staying here that long. The usually bright dark blue feathers seem dim and dulled by the low lights bathing the bar in their pale orange glow.

The peacock knew he may not have been what came to mind when someone thought of the word manly, but he prided himself on his appearance, and he never went anywhere he wasn’t wanted. He didn’t have bulging rippling muscles, he couldn’t dead lift his own body weight, nor could rips his clothes open by flexing. Tenderness came out of his hands easier than violence, even when the sapphire male was participating in rough sex he even made that seem tender and passionate. When other furs looked at him, fear was not stricken into their hearts. No, indeed his regal presence and the sight of his lithe, trim and feathery body usually elicited…other emotions.

Breathing in slowly, the scents and tastes of the smoke and various body odors, and other indeterminate scents that he would rather not wager a guess at identifying, wormed their way into his nostrils and sat on his tongue. This place was not normally a place that he would willingly walk into. Except for the host of this dive, there was no real reason why he would stay.

“Oh, Zylen! What the hell are you doing in this shithole?”

Speak of the devil. The bartender, a rugged grizzly bear, was missing an ear and an eye from his time in the marines. Despite his brutal appearance, Zylen knew he was, at heart, a kind person who loved everyone.

Zylen took the bear’s hand and placed a soft kiss on the calloused skin. The bear leaned on the bar and awaited the answer to his question.

“I’m actually wondering that myself, Ray.” 

Ray smiled and rolled his eyes.

“But then again you know me.” The peacock turned his back to the bear so he could look out at the drunken patrons. “I’m always looking for a few good men.”

Ray laughed a long and hearty laugh. “Ahhhh…to be young again…”
“…and stupid. I get it R-”

Zylen paused mid-thought when he saw a dragon walking around the bar. He watched the tall, black-scaled male, following him with his eyes as if he were a predator that caught sight of his prey.

The tall reptile bent down and grabbed a cowboy hat from a large warthog, where he made like he was in an old western movie, firing his fingertips as he would a gun. The warthog laughed along with other people watching the antics. The dragon’s wings and large, muscular limbs flew every which way as he made merry for the patrons. 

Zylen watched him dance and jump and fool around, impressed that he was careful not to hit any of the people around him. The black dragon was obviously strong and well built, but he also showed great control and restraint over his body.

Ray noticed the peacock was fixated and lightly slapped the bird’s shoulder.

“Hey, Romeo, we were having a conversation, you know?”

Huh? 

“Oh right…I’m…sorry. Do you know who that guy is?”

Zylen never took his eyes off the dragon. The lights shone onto the male, casting him in a bright glow, which allowed Zylen a good look at his attire. He wore a shirt with no sleeves that was tight and stretched over his luscious muscles. The shirt was white, so it clearly defined all the muscles moving underneath it. The large black dragon whipped his tail up against his back as he danced under the lights. The dragon chose to wrap his thick legs, which moved more gracefully than they should have been able to, in a pair of blue jeans. 

To Zylen, the display looked more erotic than it did to the other patrons. He owned a club where males danced for the enjoyment of others. With proper funds you could experience a more carnal dance, but this dragon seemed to just be having fun. He must not know the power his body had – or maybe he did. Either way, the peacock was enthralled.
 
“Oooh, yeah,” Zylen whispered. His eyes fluttered as he tried not to stay focused on the shifting scales and the rippling muscles. Ray grinned widely, seeing the normally reserved and respectful man reduced to a moaning pervert undressing the dragon with his eyes was very amusing. Even though one really didn’t have that far to go to undress the dragon. 

The dark scaled male suddenly turned and saw Zylen staring at him…and he grinned. For a moment, Zylen thought the dragon had turned into the Cheshire cat because as he stepped out the light it looked as if he had disappeared except for that grin.

Zylen felt his breath get caught in his throat when he realized that stepping out of the light meant that he moving…and the grin was getting bigger…so he was moving closer. Turning back to the bar, Zylen tried desperately to get his composure back. Drawing in a deep breath, he exhaled slowly and looked to Ray with a slightly furrowed brow, for the peacock knew that the bartender had waved the merry reptile over.

Zylen heard the heavy footfalls getting slightly louder and closer. Closing his eyes, the regal male couldn’t help but visualize what he wanted to do with the dragon and his breathing quickened again. DAMN! He snapped his eyes open and decided to try to focus on something else. Searching his mind for the words to say, he didn’t want to come on too strong…but he wanted the dragon to know he was interested.

“Wow! What a nice ass!” 

And with those words spoken, the buzzing in Zylen’s mind stopped completely. What amused the avian most was how happy the dragon’s voice sounded, as if he had just seen the greatest thing in the world. In a sudden and quick movement that surprised the tall and dark dragon, the nimble bird leapt from the bar stool and turned quickly in the air, ending in a seated position on the bar itself. The action seemed to be impossible, yet not only had the bird just done it…he made it look easy.

“You like looking at my ass, do you?” With his left hand behind him, Zylen quickly waved the bartender away. Ray took the hint and left the two to play their game of verbal dancing to see who had more silver in their tongue.

The dragon, easily over seven feet tall, looked the peacock in the eye as he sat on the bar. Never being one to hide anything about him, Zeke answered by approaching closer to the peacock and moving the stool out of his way. He smiled a confident smile and let those long avian legs drape to either side of him.  Zeke softly rubbed the trim thighs as he looked into those maroon colored eyes. The violet discs highlighted the features of his face and created warm feelings when even glanced at. 

“And If I said I do?”

The odd and bright colors of the dragon’s own eyes stood out against the umber of his scales. They almost hypnotized Zylen with their beauty; bright yellow scleras with even brighter circles of green surrounding his pupils. So exotic was this contradictory scheme of dark scales and bright eyes that Zylen got lost for a moment, until he felt a soft hand on his rump. Snapping back to reality, Zylen reached behind him and pulled the hand away from his rear. He smiled teasingly at the larger dragon, knowing full well that if this male tried to do anything to him, he would be hard pressed to fight him off. 

But this was the game he played.  Zylen chuckled and replied, “Then I’d say you could look but don’t touch.”

There was silence from the large dragon with a soft furrowing of his brow sharpening his expression.  For a moment he looked as if he really would attack the peacock. However, the premature fears were dashed when a smirk broke the tension and those thick black lips. 

“Well you are a little dressed up for my tastes.”

Zylen now read him like a book; a quick breath here, a tongue lick there, this dragon had cast him in the porno now playing out in his head. He giggled in soft delight as he felt the dragon loop his fingers around the collar of his shirt, tickling his feathers with their soft touch.
 
Disregarding the statement of not touching the artwork that is the avian’s body, Zeke moved his hands from the collar to the lightly muscled chest. As the hands grope the male’s chest though his shirt, he glanced up and saw a slightly purplish tinge to the blue feathered face. 

“But you won’t be wearing these admittedly very nice clothes much longer.” Zeke said as he drank in the blush and the scent of this male in his hands.

Zeke heard a chuckle from the peacock, before the avian’s lusty voice filled his ears, “Now that is so interesting.”

“What’s that?” The tall reptile asked, genuinely concerned about the answer.

“That you think you’re getting any piece of me.” Zylen planted a bare foot on the toned chest and gently pushed the dragon away, crossing his legs and denying him further access. 

Zeke once again moved forward, leaning over the peacock’s body and brushing their cheeks together as he whispered, “What makes you think you can stop me from taking it?” 

He moved his large hands from the bar and seized the bird’s rump still trapped inside the synthetic prison of his pants. He gave the mounds a firm squeeze and delighted in the deepening blush and the tiny moan that escaped the stone gray beak.

The strong hands made Zylen’s whole body tense up at their pressures, but he soon relaxed into the touch and displayed a seductive grin. He returned the gentle nuzzle, declaring, “You must really want me.”

“Not you…just sex. I haven’t gotten off properly in weeks.” The eager dragon leaned in close, bringing his snout the regal dark blue feathered neck and sniffing it.

“Tell me,” The avian started, feeling his breathing increase from the soft caresses on his rump and the warm breath over his neck, “what makes you think I want to help you with that? Maybe you’re not my type.”

“Oh don’t say that.” Zeke eagerly licked at the male’s neck, the soft feathers tickling his tongue. His lips kissed and lightly sucked the warm flesh smiling at the moans slipping out of the beak. 

The lewd dragon leaned back with a warm smile that sat so well on his youthful face. He stated matter-of-factly, “Besides, if you wanted out, you would’ve left by now.”

Zylen smiled back, noticing a few of the patrons watching the two of them playing at the bar, replying happily, “Sound logic.” 

Zylen couldn’t leave even if he wanted to; the hands, the eyes, and the tongue on this dragon are too good. The pleasures were great, but doing this in public always gave him a thrill. The bird pushed the dragon away again, loving the chase. Much to his surprise, the dragon stayed where he was. 

Zeke grinned and bared his fangs, which twinkled under the lights of the bar. Again he drank in the blush that settled over the peacock’s face. He would’ve given all the money he had to know what the bird was thinking. In his own mind were fantasies of his teeth around the regal avian’s neck – and more sensitive areas. 

As if picking up on his thoughts the feathered male asked, “Ooooooh, you have a habit of invading people’s privacy don’t you?” 

The sudden question surprised Zeke, but he simply smiled and replied, “You say that like I should be ashamed or something.”

Zylen leaned his head to the side and exposed his neck as an invitation. Shudders and soft blissful moans escaped his beak as the larger male licked at his neck. He queried, his attention split between the pleasures of the hot lips and tongue and the answer to his question, “Are you?”

“No, I’m not.” 

Zylen shuddered as he felt a strong kiss on his neck, with Zeke lightly scraping his teeth against the skin under his feathers. He gripped the bar tightly, reveling in the attention, and wanting so much more from this ebony scaled male. 

“But I’m always told I should be.” Zeke pulled back so he could look at the handsome face of his new conquest-to-be, declaring honestly, 

“I don’t see why people are so uptight about me touching them anyway, it’s –”

“–a  compliment?” 

Now it was the peacock’s turn to smile, something Zeke wanted to see more often. The smile playing across the cool gray beak made the already beautiful and exotic Indian peacock even more alluring. Zeke bit his lip as he felt the avian’s skilled hands groping his chest, growling at his rude shirt for getting in the way. 

“I like touching people too.”

Zeke asked through a lusty grin, “You wanna touch me?” 

“I do, but I’m no prostitute.” Zylen leaned forward and licked Zeke’s neck slowly, tasting of the dark scales.

To Zeke’s surprise the poised peacock seemed very relaxed while in this state of casual play. “Ooooh, you’re also not a virgin.” 

Zylen giggled and sat back on the bar, smiling warmly as he declared, “I have skills in lovemaking. Though I don’t think I can show you all of them. But then again I can be very flexible.”

Then Zeke felt pressure on his crotch and looked down to see one of the bird’s dusty brown feet rubbing his nuts through his jeans. Then the dragon felt a flush to his cheeks as he noticed the predatory grin the spread over the bird beak. Zeke knew that that grin – it was the EXACT same grin that he offered Croc whenever he tried to get into his pants.

“How flexible?” Zeke offered an equally attractive grin as he leaned in closer to the avian and rubbed his muzzle to the hard beak. 

A smirk and a soft chuckle were the only answer Zeke got, before the bird moved his legs between his own and slid down off the bar. He had to bend backwards as he made his way down towards the dragon’s crotch. The wings folded and tightly held to his back, but the peacock’s tail fanned out and fluttered to serve as a distraction. The next moment the bird was gone and Zeke turned to see him leaning against a table on one hand. The other hand was draped against his hip, the thumb in the band of his dress pants. 

“That flexible.” 

The dragon had a huge playful grin plastered on his muzzle and oddly seemed more like a child that had found his first playboy. It was cute and displayed the bright lime green skin in his mouth.

Zylen had a giggle of anticipation in his head as he watched the approaching dragon. He was only about an inch taller, but his thick muscles made him seem much bigger. Noticing the strong looking arms attached to his violet wings, Zylen asked in a teasing manner, “So can you fly with those things? Or are they just cute decorations?”

Zeke glanced back at his wings, as if trying to see what was ‘cute’ about them. The ‘arms’ of his wings were quite cut and matched the rest of his body in rugged muscles. Turning to ask the peacock what he meant by that comment, he saw that the regal male had made his way to the exit door. As soon as the feathered hand touched the door, the bird turned and beckoned him to follow with a finger. Zeke was usually the one playing these games with other furs, but this strange man had found a way to turn the tables. Grinning like mad at the prospect of a night of hot sex with that creature, he followed Zylen out of the bar and into the cold night air. 

“To answer your question, my wings are great at flying.”

Zylen turned on his heels…hosting that same wicked and sexy smile that Zeke is so used to having on his own scaly lips. “Great! Then I have a game for you. We’ll both fly towards your house. Whoever gets there first decides if they want to top or bottom for the loser. And just to make it extra fun, every time you touch any bare flesh of mine while we’re in the air, I remove an article of clothing of your choice. And you strip off the clothes I tell you if I touch your bare flesh. Wings and tails don’t count.” 

Zylen asked the dragon as he stretched his wings out and loosened them and his body up for the vigorous flight the two were about to take, “Sound fun?”

Having processed all of this information and with an even bigger grin on his face now, his bright green tongue snaked out to lick his lips as he began to have lustful and lewd thoughts of the peacock. “One question – how do you know where I live?”

“Oh well, I’m – special.” Zylen actually felt nervous about continuing, but he wanted to start this ‘date’ on the right foot and be honest. “You’ve heard of people that exhibit superpowers or abilities? I’m one of them. When I slid underneath you in the bar, I touched your wings as I was standing up. I can see into the mind of people that I am touching. When I touched your wings, I saw where you live–” A mischievous grin spread over the hard beak, “–among other things.”

Zeke’s grin faltered, “Wait, you can read my mind if you touch me? Seems like an invasion of privacy.”

“Oh please, Zeke,” The elegant man walked up and placed his hand on that thick muscled chest, looking up into those alluringly bizarre green eyes swimming in a sea of yellow. Having already stretched his muscles out Zylen flipped and flapped and then hovered over the ground, “I also saw the things you do to Jason. So I don’t think you can complain about me invading your privacy. You ready to have some fun with me?”

The dragon offered a wide grin as his answer, as he too flapped his wings until they could support his weight. He followed the elegant peacock into the air with an following a very nice scent that he couldn’t quite place. The biting cold of the air moving over their bodies only accented the warmth boiling within them. 

Zylen stopped his vertical take-off and waited a moment and came face-to-face with his conquest-to-be again. Like the chesire cat, his dark scales blended into the night surrounding them and left his piercing eyes and sexy grin floating freely in the cold night air.

“Are you ready?” 

Zeke nodded, ready to chase this bird for the prize of seeing all of the elegant man’s flesh. No one had ever made him chase them so vigorously before, he was always the chaser and never the runner. He had gotten used to always being the one that wanted them as a prize. It turned him on more than he thought it would that someone was actually chasing him. But not just chasing him – wanting to be captured to be played with by the large dragon.

Zylen suddenly stopped flapping and dropped down, catching himself he quickly flew off towards the center of the city where Zeke’s apartment stood. New York City is known for its cultural influences and areas of class and beauty. The peacock was astounded that this dragon was able to hide from him for so long, but this was one of the biggest cities in the world and a very good place to hide in plain sight. But now, this dragon seemed captivated by him and he was equally as enthralled with him. In his thoughts, he hadn’t noticed the umber dragon fly up behind him and circle underneath him – still keeping pace.

Two delicate fingers contacted the bird’s neck, “Gotcha birdie.” 

Zylen snapped his attentions back to task at hand, and saw that sexy grin flying under him. As he looked at the grin he could almost make out the features of handsome face framed in the lights of the city passing by underneath him.

“What am I losing then?” Zylen asked as a soft smile broke his beak. Despite the cold night air Zylen felt warmth spreading over him as the two fingers became a hand around his neck – not  squeezing – just holding him. Heat was rising from his loins as well, so he felt quite okay with stripping off whatever this wingman wanted him to lose.

“The shirt.”

Zylen had money – so he could afford more clothes. “Ok then.” 

He quickly reached the buttons of his emerald shirt and deftly unfastened them. Simply opening the shirt, he let the rush of frozen air pull it up and off his body. It fluttered for a second then descended slowly towards the ground. The biting cold of the air made him shiver, but the hand around his neck moved to his chest and is joined by its mate.

Zeke gave the peacock a few gentle gropes, trying to warm him up, “Nice. But, I’m winning now.” 

The large dragon broke off, turning back over and flying ahead. His excited laughter surprising both of them. 

Zylen gave chase, but it was difficult to find the large dark dragon flying in the night. So he followed the laughter and saw the outline of the dragon’s wings under him. He dropped down and landed on the dragon’s back, quickly moving away from his wings, so the barely visible man could keep flying. Zeke looked over his shoulder as the peacock lifted the muscles shirt and placed a gentle hand on the black back. 

“Tag. Lose the pants.”

Without thinking about how he was going to replace them – or the freezing air that would assault his lower body – Zeke unfastened his pants.  The peacock pulled them off of him as they flew together. The umber dragon shivered violently as the drop in temperature grabbed his senses and would not let go. Another grin slowly gripped the scaly face, letting his now exposed body get used to the cold. “Ahhh…it’s cold. Feels good though.”

Tossing the jeans away, Zylen smirked himself as he noticed a lack of underwear that would normally block his view of the private area shared by all men. It seemed that this man had no semblance of modesty and would gladly show off his body if asked. Zylen rolled over and flew under the dragon until he was looking him in the eyes – those deep penetrating eyes – and said, “I could help warm you up.”

Believing that the soft feathered hands would make a nice and toasty home for his meat the toothy grin widened, “You really know how to show a guy a good time, don’t you?”

“Oh just relax, big boy, I haven’t even gotten you in bed yet.” 

Disappearing from view Zylen adjusted his flight to keep pace with the large reptile. A slow tentative hand reached out for the balls and sheath hanging above him so close, yet so far away. He had done this many times before with other males, yet this time the action felt deeper and more personal. He smiled softly as his finger tips contact the tight orbs, curled up next to the dragon’s body. The fingertips become hands, which slowly rub against the flesh warming them with their presence and friction.

“Oh yeah, that’s good.”

The beak broke into a smile, “You like that, huh?” The hands continued to warm those shrunken balls, grinning up at the dragon as they flew together locked in an intimate dance.

“Yeah, we’re close.” 

With his hands on the dragon, Zylen peeked into the dragon’s mind and grabbed onto the memory of his apartment and knew that Zeke spoke the truth. He smiled warmly again and cradled his hands letting the dragon rob the heat from his hands. Time seemed to slow down for the dragon the closer they got to his apartment – a fact that he was just fine with. That meant that he would spend more time with the peacock currently stroking his nuts.

But still, the building came up faster than he thought it would, so Zeke had to reluctantly pull his new friend up so they can land safely. Pulling the smaller male into his arms, the dragon pressed his chilled lips to the cold beak and felt a warm tongue lick at them. The bird’s soft hands wrapped around his neck as he slowed their pace and brought them to a hover, slowly descending to the ground below and into the kiss.

Zeke touched the sidewalk first and then a split second later, Zylen’s own feet settled on the concrete. When their feet touched the cold concrete they both flinched, but relaxed into their heated embrace. The fires of their lusts swirled around and through both of them.

Zylen pulled away from the kiss, brushing his cheek against the dark scaled, “Why so gentle with me?”

Zeke spoke as he made his way to the front door of the high-rise and pushed it in, holding the door open for the regal bird. “You’re not the only one who can learn quickly. So I’ll take it slow.”

“Take it slow, huh?” 

The peacock entered the building, but rubbed up against the umber dragon as he passed by, making sure to dig his thigh into Zeke’s cold crotch, “I’m honored.”

Zeke took the opportunity to take another whiff of this peacock, “You should be.”

Zylen hit the stairs first and started climbing, sensing the umber dragon’s heavy gaze on his shifting backside. He knew that his bright and distracting tail feathers might make it hard for the dragon to focus on his bottom. He glanced over his shoulder and smirked as he lifted the feathers.

When the tail moved up, Zeke was surprised to see that the peacock was looking back at him, and smiling at the display, wordlessly inviting him to continue his gaze. So he did. 

Despite the avian’s trim frame, Zeke could clearly see muscles flexing in those tight pants that encased him. The two men got to the right floor filled to the brim with excitement and anticipation for the events the evening held for them.

“Hey Zeke.” 

The two passed by the owner of the voice without so much as a glance in his direction. The ignored man turned in disbelief, unable to believe that the tall, black dragon even knew how to ignore him. Every attempt he’d used in the past to get Zeke to back off with his affections, or at the very least slow down with them had only made the dragon want him more; now it was as if he didn’t exist at all. 

It was only after he’d really taken a hard look at Zeke that the orange scaled man actually realized that he was able to see the dragon’s ass, and that the peacock he was with didn’t have his shift on. They had started their party already, laughing and carrying on with each other like they had known each other for years. He couldn’t help but feel a little rejected, but a small smile spread over his muzzle. 

“Have fun Zeke.”

Zeke opened the door to his apartment, once again holding it open for Zylen to enter.  He turned and winked at the man smiling in the hallway after him. 

“I’ll give you all the details later, Croccie.” 

Before ‘Croccie’ could even give his protests a voice, the dragon disappeared into his apartment. He shut and locked the door, not wanting any interruptions in his night’s itinerary.

Zylen looked over the apartment as he walked in. There were few furnishings, but there was a large comfy couch in the middle of the apparent living room. Having seen it inside of Zeke’s mind earlier only made him more prepared to see it in person. The stark and empty apartment didn’t seem to reflect Zeke’s open and caring nature, but the large dragon seemed happy and grateful for what he had. 

Zeke wrapped his arms around the peacock as he spoke with some embarrassment, “I know it’s not much, but–”

“Are you happy here?”

“Uh…well, yes. I am.”

Zylen leaned back into the large body behind him, relaxing into those firm muscles. Each inhale of Zeke’s lungs pressed those muscles into the peacock’s back, which made him shudder. “Then it’s perfect.” 

“I’m glad you think so, Mr. Peacock.”

Mr. Peacock pulled away from the dragon’s arms that were tenderly holding him, “Why don’t we lose the rest of these clothes already?”

Zylen touched his feathered hands to the black thighs and moved them up slowly, lifting the muscle shirt as they made their way up Zeke’s thick torso. He moved his hands slowly and carefully over the scaled body, his hands more like water then flesh and bone. He made sure to track down all the sweet spots and kept touching him there again and again. When the shirt could move no higher, Zeke took over and removed the shirt completely, letting Zylen take in the splendor of the dragon’s body.  
	
Despite his eagerness to get going, Zeke decided to let this man take his time with him. No one before had wanted to move so slowly with him, always grabbing at him when he opened up. This new treatment made Zeke feel special – and he found himself liking that feeling. Even as the peacock took a step back to admire his body, he smiled. The smile only widened into a grin as Zeke saw the slow descent of the bird’s gaze stop. He didn’t even have to ask what made him stop.

Zylen saw the soft glinting of metal, which indicated a piercing, twinkling on the violet endowment.  That was what had ensnared his vision – and his lusts. How would that feel in him? Would it hurt? Would it be cold? Would it be hot? He could only smile as he looked back up into Zeke’s warm green eyes.

“You like what you see, birdie?” 

Zeke spun around and posed for his captive audience of one. Spreading his wings out, he gave the hungry eyes an uninterrupted view of those sexy back muscles as they danced under those deliciously dark scales. He even raised his tail and began to flex his thigh and butt muscles in much the same way. 

Zeke turned back around, expecting to see the peacock blushing and frozen in place. Instead he saw the man casually smiling at him, like he was waiting for Zeke to finish something he didn’t need to do. 

“You’re a hard man to figure out.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment, thank you.” 

Then, Zylen did something that surprised Zeke – he bowed, like a true gentleman of yore. It was as if the mere fact that Zeke was here talking to him was enough for the peacock. The bowing also signified a great deal of respect and trust, as Zylen had taken his eyes off the dragon to do it. And considering Zeke was still a stranger to the peacock – and had locked his door behind them – Zeke took a moment to weigh the respect this man had towards him.

When Zeke wanted sex, he wasted no time in getting it, which often lead him to rush things a bit and usually ended with his partner leaving angrily with him feeling like crap after having his good time. However, to this peacock that he just met a few minutes ago in a bar – he was worthy of respect – as an equal. 

Zylen stood up from his gentlemanly bow and smiled as he noticed the dark cheeks had stained red. 

“Why did you do that?” Zeke asked, trying to get his nerves to calm down. 

It wasn’t as if Zeke had never bedded a man with good manners, but this one, this beautiful peacock had everything that he seemed to like in a man. He could flirt his blue feathered ass off, he was so handsome that Zeke had no problem calling him beautiful, and he had manners that seemed to be trained from the highest order of knight from Arthur’s circle.

“You’re too cute. Plus I like to show people the respect they deserve. It makes me feel good.” 

Zylen crossed his arms over his chest, smiling a warm and confident smile that one would find on the face of a master criminal who got away with the biggest crime of his career. “Plus I like making big, strong dragons blush.”

Zeke turned around. This wasn’t supposed to be like this. HE was the one that chased his partners, that flirted with them, and made them uncomfortable before offering to relax them. But this peacock had not only managed to turn the tables, he had found a way to use his own tactics against him. 

His eyes snapped open suddenly and he actually relaxed into a slow smile, when he remembered what the peacock had told him before. He turned slowly as he spoke, his mind unsure of his suspicions so his voice was low and curious, “You learned how I seduce my partners when you read my mind.” 

The gentleman merely nodded in the affirmative to the question posed by that statement. “You are a devious little birdie aren’t you?”

“I have my moments.” 

The blue feathered hands moved to undo his belt and pants, but the large dragon was on him in only a few steps. At first a moment of panic ripped through the avian’s mind. He feared that he upset the much larger dragon by reading his mind again. But when Zylen’s wide open maroon eyes met Zeke’s slightly and softly lidded lime green eyes,  all that greeted the peacock was lust. Then his eyes relaxed and moved down as the strikingly handsome dragon knelt before him.

“Please, allow me.” 

Not to be outdone in the manners department, it was Zeke’s turn to act the gentleman. This made the peacock blush and Zeke smiled as a muted purple color stained the blue face. His large hands seemed more like surgical tools as they deftly removed the belt without much fuss, then undid the pants. The bright green eyes looked up and scanned that lithe, muscled torso, loving the look of those streamlined and flexible muscles. 

He suddenly found himself thinking just how flexible this peacock was, and his cock throbbed as he resolved himself to find out. He gave a soft tug to the fabric covering the rest of his prize. The pants slid past the ass holding them up and slowly Zeke slid the pants down, wanting to savor every inch of this male being revealed to him. Once again he felt his large member pulse with his increased heart rate as he noticed what the peacock had on underneath those elegant dress pants.

“Now that is sexy.”

Zylen blushed deeper as he stepped out of the black pants now around his ankles, smiling as he felt the cool air touch his mostly naked flesh. However, something was still obscuring the dragon’s view of the avian’s most precious flesh. Zylen was decorated in a violet colored – and softly twinkling – thong. Zeke looked lost in the sight, hypnotized by the soft twinkling around the bird’s groin. 

Zylen was flattered by the lusty stares of the big and beautiful male kneeling before him. “Now I think you like what you see.”

Zeke’s desire for this peacock won out over his wanting to take things slow with him, the black dragon pressed his snout into the bulge in that purple thong and took a big whiff. The small and blunt horn on his snout poked at the hardening cock still trapped by the tight fabric. It smelled of the normal musk one would expect, but it also had a hint of – strawberries? Another big sniff brought that strawberry musky scent into his lungs again, which brought a large grin to the umber lips. 

“You like that huh?” Zylen asked, stroking the dragon’s head softly, “It’s my body wash. It’s nice isn’t it?”

“Yeah, that’s nice.” 

Zeke reached his hand out to the man’s thighs, trying not to break such a perfect piece of art. The peacock was obviously used to being touched, but when a soft moan broke the smiling beak, Zeke knew he was on the right track. Zeke took his time as he ran his hands down Zylen’s legs – over the limber muscles that made up the meat under the skin and feathers. Soft feathers become hard scales just under the knees and Zeke recognized the texture of these scales almost immediately. 

He looked up, grinning slightly as he asked, “You’re part crocodile?”

Zylen nodded softly. “I am.”

“I’ve had a few crocodiles, they liked it rough.”

“And so do I.” Zylen said with a wide smile, crossing his arms over his chest again, loving the expression that played across the reptile’s face.

Zeke was surprised and excited, the tips of his teeth peeking over his lips as he smiled. He felt his body shaking with the flood of arousal and adrenaline coursing through him. Looking up at the peacock slowly, his heart pounded like a drum in his chest. The percussion picked up speed as he saw the cute little smile on the stone gray beak. All of Zeke’s doubts melted away from his mind and he once again relaxed into the moment the two were sharing. 

“You do huh?”

“Yeah, I do.” 

Zylen brought his feathered hand to the dragon’s black scaled face. He moved his fingers tenderly over the firm structure of Zeke’s jaw and cheek. His sampling of the dragon’s flesh kept going as he touched the thick neck and the malleable ear fin. Zylen giggled in excitement, the scales feeling wonderful under his feathers. 
 
“But only with the right kind of partner.”

“Alright then.” Zeke said as he eagerly rose up in a swift movement, too fast for Zylen to get away. 

The dragon looped his thick muscled arms around the lithe avian body, pressing their bodies together. Zeke lowered his head so his partner could wrap his own arms around his neck. Zylen couldn’t help but blush deeper, feeling Zeke’s sturdy and powerful muscles underneath his sexy scales.

Walking towards the couch, Zeke could feel the heartbeat of this man pounding at his chest – or maybe it was still his own. But the soft moans and the blushing as the peacock moved with him, let Zeke know that the peacock was just as excited and horny as he was. He felt the feathered body pressed against him shaking slightly in anticipation for the pleasures both of their bodies are begging for. 

Finally arriving at the couch, which was pretty much the only piece of furniture in the place, Zeke pushed the peacock backwards. The sudden drop made the bird gasp in feared surprise, but when the soft cushions catch his body Zeke grinned down with lust in his eyes. His took in the delicacy of the avian’s form as he lay prone on the couch.  He moved like a shark circling his prey and ended up at the dusty brown scaled feet hanging over the arm of the couch.

Zylen was delighted when he felt how comfy and accommodating the couch was to his form. He folded his wings to his back comfortably, while watching Zeke kneel at his feet with a smile. The peacock rubbed his chest and belly, licking his beak as he felt a few skilled fingers slip into the band of his violet thong. 

 “You are so cute when you’re horny little birdie.” 

Zeke chuckled, feeling more at home now, with the blushing bird showing all the signs of being highly aroused and Zeke in control of it.  His lime green tongue snaked out of his thick lips and licked along the bottom of the perfectly pedicured feet. He gripped the legs as Zylen arched his back and moaned to the unexpected licking of his feet.

Zeke noticed that the scales tasted of avian flavors, but the texture of the scales was that of a reptile. This mild confusion on his tongue made him smile as he continued to worship the peacock’s soles. The impish dragon released Zylen’s legs and moved his fingers back to the thong, pulling it down slowly. Zylen groaned and began to absent-mindedly suck on his index finger as he felt the thong slide past his knees. 

The haze in his mind from the sheer amount of pleasure Zeke was giving him distracted Zylen’s normally strict command of his power. Zylen’s perceptions melted into the dragon’s mind, he could feel the rippling of Zeke’s foremost thoughts – the need in his large reptilian body – and just how lucky he  felt to be licking his scaled feet. Zylen dove deeper into the mind surrounding him and found a few of Zeke’s ‘cherished memories’.

Zylen laughed as his perceptions returned to his own mind, “Oh wow, Zeke, your memories are so cute.”

The umber dragon pulled his tongue away from those sweet scales and toes, smiling at the whimper he heard after he left, “You realize it’s not fair to read my mind while I’m pleasuring you, right?”

“Mmmmm...maybe.” 

Zylen looked at Zeke, his eyes alive and sparkling with the light he’s feeling in his heart. “But it is a unique form of getting to know someone.”

“Besides, most people are so secretive about what it is they are actually into during sex. They’re afraid of being judged I guess. So, doing it my way let’s me bypass at those frustrating nervous lies that most people try to hide behind.”

Zeke asked after a few more licks to the feet, “Hmmm, you think I’d lie to you?” 

Finally, the twinkling purple underwear was slipped off the long avian legs completely now. Zeke smiled as he finally beheld the peacock’s package. It was impressive; longer than his own, but not as thick around. He began to imagine everything he wanted to do to and with that cock. His nerves sparked and he felt a tremendous heat flash over him, leaving him in a cold shudder. 

Suddenly the dragon realized that he pleasing a male who was still a stranger to him. He spoke with lust heavy in his voice, “Hey, I never caught your name.”

Zylen’s eyes opened swiftly out of mild surprise and his cheeks stain red from embarrassment as he exclaimed,  “My apologies, I usually don’t forget my manners.”

The playful peacock smiled and gently rubbed that muscled chest with the foot that wasn’t begin worshipped. He was even more aroused when he pressed his toes into the chest and felt the hard and sturdy muscle. Now all he had to do was figure out a way to get Zeke to use his strength on him. But for now, he had to give him an answer to his question. 

“I don’t think you would lie to me intentionally. And my name is Zylen.”

“Zylen? That’s an exotic name. I like it.”

“I like it too, but I may be biased.”

Zylen moaned in passion as the strong hand move delicately over his scaled feet and shins.  Zeke had to laugh as he noticed that the peacock seemed to be more comfortable now then when the two were talking in the bar. The dragon dragged his claws over the scaled feet and saw the fevered moan pass out through his body and out of his beak. He smiled as he finally figured the bird out. Zylen liked having conversations and flirting with people, but the physical connections to people was what made him the happiest. 

And right now, Zeke’s avian prey was beaming with arousal and couldn’t get enough – and they had barely started their fun tonight. It was obvious now that the avian expressed himself more brightly during sex, something the joyful dragon was all too willing to help him with.  

Zylen was no virgin, yet when the umber dragon’s lime green tongue danced over the flesh of his scaled feet, he moaned like one. The dark blue erection twitched, because soon he would discover just how skilled the playful foot licker was in bed. 

Zylen gripped the couch and moaned hotly as he felt the dragon sucking on his talons and toes as he would a cock. It felt nice and he felt his cock throbbing in desperaateneed of attention, but he kept his hands away. He loved to bake in his own arousal – to feel his nerves sizzling from every touch.

The scent of the dusty brown legs had a hint of the strawberry body wash, giving Zeke an added buzz in his sexual haze. He liked strawberries; and smelling that scent wafting off the tight body of this new dance partner was making his own arousal grow. Zeke wanted to stay at those cute toes, feeling the scales on his tongue, but he had warmed the peacock up enough, it was time to ignite thier passions. 

“So Zylen, what kind of things are you into?”

Zylen laughed, continuing to lie on his back on the comfy couch as he pondered the question for a moment. He honestly didn’t know how to answer it without a mild explanation, so he began plainly, “I don’t have a set limit on my proclivities.” 

Zeke moved and sat on the floor in front of the couch, running a hand over Zylen’s feathered belly. He bit his lip as he felt the tight and flexible muscle trembling under his fingers. 

“My ability not only lets me reads the minds of my targets, but it lets me experience their feelings and sensations as well. So I’m actually into a lot of things, because I’ve experienced a lot from my friends and –” Zylen trailed off as he remembered some encounters with random citizens, “– other people.” 

Zylen giggled as Zeke tickled his belly. “What about–ha-ha–you?”

“Sex is sex, it doesn’t matter what or how you do it.”

“Oooooh. You’re very blunt.” 

Zeke watched the peacock close his eyes and moan softly as he rubbed his abs tenderly. The lust dragon leaned close to the elegant neck and licked it lwewdly.  “You have no idea, birdie.” 

Zeke stood and pulled Zylen up off the couch into his arms again. He hugged the naked peacock to his own body, their cocks rubbing against each other. Their bodies collided and their lusts set fire to their nerves, the heat of the closeness melting the chill in their bones.

“You really want me?” 

Zeke offered a sympathetic look that made Zylen relax – he was expecting the dragon to be tender and to soothe his frayed nerves. Instead what the dark scaled Adonis did was reach down, grab Zylen’s ass and lifted his whole weight up against his own form. Instinctively the surprised avian wrapped his legs around the smug male’s legs for balance. He also secured his feathered arms around the thick black neck, which made him lock his eyes with Zeke. 

A feral and lusty expression had reshaped the dragon’s features into one that resembled a hungry predator that had finally cornered its prey. Even his voice seemed to be exuding that same lustful quality as his face was exhibiting. 

“Don’t worry, birdie…I’ve got you.”

“You most certainly do.” Zylen replied, squeezing hi arms and legs around the dragon’s body, pressing them even closer together.

Zeke giggled as he felt the peacock flexing his butt muscles in his hands.  The dragon took a step forward and felt the peacock twitch against him. His body possessed strength and the peacock’s possessed agility. He was anxious to see what interesting positions they could come up with during their night of fun.

The firm measured steps brought moan after moan out of the beak, currently nuzzling Zeke’s chest. The steps quickened and then stopped as peacock was slammed into a nearby wall. Zylen whimpered but in pain, he was used to rough sex. So he simply smiled and relaxed between the wall of plaster and the wall of muscle.

Zeke leaned forward and pressed his hot lips to the stone cold beak. The dragons didn’t have to work hard to pry that beak and let his long lime green tongue inside. The dragon’s tongue was actually long enough to wrap around Zylen’s tongue a few times. They tasted of each other as the tall, dark dragon lead in the dance of their oral muscles.

Zylen felt fantastic, being pressed into the wall by a bigger and stronger male. The avian closed his eyes closed and relaxed his body, yielding to the dragon’s strength and letting him control their bodies. Zeke’s scales were soft yet rough under Zylen’s nimble fingers as he rubbed the broad shoulder and toned back. The peacock moaned happily as he felt one of Zeke’s hands moving between the wall and his back, possibly trying to sample the textures of his feathers.

Zeke dug his large hand into the feathered back and pressed the lithe male closer against his naked scaled form. Warm pleasure slid over both of them as their cocks rubbed against one another during their steamy kiss. The warm pleasure turned quickly into a tidal wave of physical music as the avian’s scaled feet dug their talons into Zeke’s tail, rubbing it firmly between them.

 The dragon pulled away harshly, feeling he had to or he’d never leave that beak again. “Gods, Zylen… I’ve never met anyone like you.”

“Yeah?” Zylen questioned with a confident smirk, “I get that a lot.”

The peacock leaned down and licked the dragon’s nipple, lightly sucking on it between licks. Moving his feet as close as he could along the tail, Zylen squeezed the tail base between his heels. Zeke moaned loudly, using a hand to brace both of their weights on the wall, holding the peacock in his current position with the other. 

“Yeah, Zylen, that feels good.” 

Zeke was impressed with the peacock’s ability to control himself and use his own lust to tease the standing dragon. He looked down at the feathered Casanova and felt his arousal growing with every touch. Those hands and feet were like having a sniper hanging on him, this guy knew just where to touch him to give him the incredible sensations that he was feeling. 

“You really know how to treat a guy don’t you?”

Zylen pulled back, his face glowing with seduction, as he replied, “It’s a gift.” 

Rolling his hips forward, the bird dropped hints with the same subtlety as a bowling ball. And the Cheshire-esque grin on the dark reptile’s face meant he was reading the signals loud and clear. Both bodies screamed for the pleasure only the other could give them at this moment.

Zeke once again pressed his lips to the beak, his hunger for the pleasures of another body growing within him. The kiss was hot, the heat coming from the need and desire they had for each other.  Zylen’s mind stopped when he felt the slightly wet tip of the purple cock kiss his entrance. It felt bigger now that it was primed and ready to enter him. But he was swimming in his arousal far too deeply to care about getting hurt – he wanted that cock inside of him. 

He opened his eyes and was met with Zeke’s own eyes – glowing with his smug lusts. The dragon knew now looking at the expression on the bird’s face that he wanted him bad and Zeke would not disappoint. Zylen closes his eyes as he welcomed the familiar sensations of a cock spreading him open. But when he felt the cold stab of that metal piercing at his sphincter, his eyes snapped open.

Zeke smiled at the surprised peacock, his eyes were so wide and full of life. Zylen actually felt better and relaxed between the wall and the dragon pinning him to it. Zylen giggled as he noticed the smile Zeke had was kind and comforting but still had an air of lewdness behind it. The dragon pushed his hips forward with a grin as he pressed his thick member into the anal entrance. 

Zylen squawked as his tight ring of muscle gripped the cock, but resisted the added girth of the metal studs. Zeke held the peacock close to him as he slowly tried to push into warm tunnel. He felt the cool beak nuzzle his snout and saw Zylen – his fevered features glowing with his lusts – nodding to him.

“G…go ahead.”

Both men were moaning together in their song of sex as the pressure built up against the tight muscle. Zeke’s body, however, would not be denied, the dragon’s hips bucked forward and drove the metal piercing into the warm tunnel.

Zylen’s face became a frozen mask of pained pleasure as the metal sank into him. He gasped loudly and clutched tightly onto the large muscled and gentle dragon. The same control Zeke exhibited in the bar when he was dancing was still prevalent as he stopped his movements and let the peacock get adjusted. The pain subsided quickly and Zylen once again was eager for more. The scent of arousal wafted up from between the two males and only drove them want to keep going. 

With his passions burning throughout his body, Zeke pushed his cock in slowly, drawing a moan from the bird as the metal studs dragged against his insides. Zylen moaned happily as the dragon sank his whole cock into him. He offered the large member a strong and loving clench. As it retreated the metal once again scraped around inside of him and he threw his head back moaning in passion.

When the piercing touched the tight entrance from the inside, Zeke held it there like a bookmark – telling him not to go past that point. He waited a brief moment and then pushed hard into Zylen, crushing him into the wall as he began a more firm rhythm. The force felt great to Zeke, he could feel the male’s muscles twitching and rippling with the force he slaps into them. 

“Zeke what is this – slow and steady? I can handle…ooooh…you.” 

Zeke grinned and leaned forward, capturing that rebellious beak with his lips and wrestling it into a hungry kiss. The kiss was warm and inviting, but also forced the bird’s head back, and made him arch his back to avoid getting a pain in his neck. That potential pain was replaced with actual pleasure as the Zeke ground his hips forward, rubbing his purple endowment firmly into the regal male’s prostate. The cold metal kissed Zylen’s sweet spots and made him moan lewdly and roll his hips in a not so regal manner.

Zeke growled into the kiss as Zylen dug his talons in against his scales, gripping him so tightly that the dragon would be surprised if he wasn’t bleeding. But still it excited him – everything this peacock did was arousing to him. This infatuation deepened even further when the pinned avian clenched on his cock – using his body’s natural reaction to give Zeke a reward for a good thrust.

Each thrust resounded with a loud slap, the hard impacts giving both men incredible pleasures. Breaking the kiss was harder than Zeke thought it would be, but eventually after leaving the beak and returning and leaving again – more than a few times – the kiss was broken. He heard the lustful moans and groans as he kept up the pressures of his firm thrusts, and he himself felt the warm tunnel hugging his cock wetly as his pre spilled out of his member. The slick pre made it easier to sink his throbbing cock into the moaning avian. 

“Come here, we’re taking this show on the road.” He ran his hands between Zylen and the wall and pressed him to his chest again, backing up from the wall this time. Each of his uneasy steps sent vibrations through both bodies, forcing their fevered moans up and out of them. 

Zylen nuzzled the thick neck softly, telling the dragon in a soft and needy voice, “I want it hard…give me a hard ride Zeke.”

Zeke felt the man in his arm nuzzling him like a lover while in the same moment asking for a good hard fuck. This peacock was a strange one alright, but Zeke was still happy to be with him. Gripping the body tighter in his arms, Zeke knelt to his floor, laughing as felt the soft feathers tickling his scales. The impact of Zeke settling on the floor drove his cock deeper into its current surroundings and forced another sexy moan out of the quivering beak. 

Zylen moaned hotly as he felt the dragon’s skilled tongue lick at his neck. Then Zeke pressed his lip softly to his ear hole and gave him the answer to his statement, “You want a rough ride? You got it Zylen.”

Zeke leaned back and looked down on his next conquest, the bird blushing and rubbing his feathers trying to find the fires inside of him and snuff them out. The dragon smiled as he knew only he could snuff out the flames threatening to engulf the feathered body. The large black hands moved to the bird’s body, employing the same tender techniques they had earlier, lightly touching the stomach and moving up and away from one another. 

Feeling the dragon’s hands moving over him like a sexy blanket, Zylen gladly moved his hands away. He lay there, stretching his arms all the way out and laying them on his equally open wings. Zeke smirked at the invitation, happy to oblige both of their hungers for pleasure. The beak opened and closed rapidly, each time threatening to unleash a torrent of moans that Zylen knew were just building up in him. 

His breath caught in throat when he felt Zeke’s hips give him a little push and the metal stud dug around in him. Zylen had forgotten about the piercing in the scaly cock. As he gave the cock a warm hug with his ass he moaned as the dragon’s strong hands squeezed his chest. Feeling the small pleasures of the hands and fingers rubbing his body were fantastic to Zylen. At times, the slow build of pleasures could be more pleasurable than a hard fuck. But looking into Zeke’s eyes again all the peacock wanted was to be taken hard and heavy.

Zeke bit his lip, holding back a moan that surprised him. Hearing the bird’s moans, feeling his muscles twitch under his touch, and seeing the beak quiver with each of his slow firm thrusts; it all made him so much hotter. Maybe he should take things slow more often, he moved a hand to the beak, tracing the bony structure tenderly. 

“You like this birdie?”

“Y…yes…I d–!”

Zeke smiled as he pressed his index and middle fingers into the beak and began to softly stroke the avian tongue. Feeling the tongue slide and wiggle under his fingers brought a loving rumble from the black scaled chest. 

“You are so cute.”

No longer able to keep his lusts at bay, Zeke pulled his fingers from the tongue, grinning at the soft whimper of disapproval from the feathered man. Zeke moved his hands down that tight body, digging in his claws to give the nerves a waking thrill. Zylen’s lithe hips filled his hands quite well and Zeke was surprised with just how thick the muscles felt, as if they were big strong muscles disguising themselves as smaller muscles.

Zeke pushed his hips forward and he buried his cock in the warm tunnel surrounding it, the cool metal scraping Zylen’s sensitive flesh. The peacock joyously smiled as his moans and groans rose like a song from his beak. Neither of them spoke anymore – only their pleasure mattered – and they worked in tandem in their dance of carnal sensations.

Zylen knew he was whimpering and grunting, as he worked the dragon’s shaft inside of him.  He loved the girth and warmth of Zeke’s member surging into and out of him. He felt lucky to be with a man that knew of his desire to be dominated – to be ravaged – and the regal avian couldn’t be happier at the moment. 

Zeke moved his hand to the back of his new lover’s knees, smiling at the unique textures of the feathered thighs shifting to scaled claves. The bird beneath him was so beautiful, whimpering as if in pain, but always pushing against him. Sparing no more time, he went faster and harder, scraping that sweet cold inside Zylen’s hot body. The way his ass gripped him and wrapped its warmth around him it was so inviting, Zeke never wanted to leave. 

Zylen felt his wings shaking and fluttering in his arousal and he allowed them to do so. The peacock caught a moan in his throat as he felt scales rubbing into his sensitive wings. Zeke grinned down on the avian as he danced in pleasure watching the beak break into another heated moan. Feeling a sudden curious thrill run through him, Zeke leaned forward and lightly scraped his fangs across the feathered throat.

A large glob of pre shot from the blue dick as Zylen felt the dragon nibbling on his throat. The warm juices painted the bird’s pubic area, but they slowly spread over both of their abs as they continue their intense dance. Zylen dragged his hands and talons to Zeke’s hips, firmly scratching the sweet scales as an encouragement to continue the lovely pounding.

“Oh, gods. Zeke…you’re…”

Zeke rose up from the neck, quickly pressing his lips to the beak, but not kissing him. “Shhhh, lover. I know.” 

Zeke returned to the neck, nibbling on it with all the passion that one would have when enjoying a fine delicacy. The symphony of sexual noises combined with the heavy scents only made the two males more eager to experience each other. Each one of the firm thrusts from the thick reptile scraped all the right places, instinct driving the dark hips hard into the blue feathered bottom. The dragon’s large muscles flexed and rippled with effort as he hammered this peacock into submission. 

Zeke wanted to hear him moan and scream in pleasure, but he felt strongly he would have to try harder. Zylen rubbed his soft feathered wings against the purple and black scales of the dragon’s wings – touching them ways no hand could match. The dragon growled as he felt the peacock’s rough scaled feet moving over his legs and decided to take this as a sign to keep up the force.

Zylen began to skillfully roll his hips, high when the dragon pulled back and low to the floor when he pushed in. This made Zeke’s glorious violet cock hit his prostate as it retreated and when it returned. Zeke could feel the pulse of Zylen’s heart through his cock as it throbbed between their bodies. It beat like a drum against his belly and the dragon only grunted and kept thrusting. 

He locked eyes with the sapphire love bird, bright lime green melting together with dark maroon – they were one now. Zeke felt himself near that oh-so-pleasurable edge and he spoke with a trembling voice, “Zylen, I…I’m gonna–”

Zylen looked as if he was in incredible pain, but with Zeke hitting all of his pleasure spots his body was being joyously overloaded on pleasure. His quivered as his wings were still being skillfully pleasured by other wings – he had few opportunities to indulge himself in this way. The skill with which the ebon god was fucking him was almost unnoticeable. He was slow, then built speed, then slowed down again – but always with the same amount of force. 

Zylen whimpered under the dark lover, wanting all of Zeke’s orgasm inside of him. His own orgasm was fast approaching and he gripped the broad shoulders, writhing against the muscled dragon. Hopefully, it would be the first of many that he would share with the dragon currently hammering him into the floor. Zylen gasped as he felt Zeke lean back slightly and grip his deep blue cock. Another whimper and now Zylen was thrashing as his pulsing cock was stroked fast and hard.

After a few moments of this Zylen could take no more, his beak falling open and he shouted loudly into his orgasm. The seed was warm and splashed over the purple underbelly of the dragon that is still searching for his own release. Zylen’s juices cemented the two together, spreading between their abs and bellies like glue. Zylen felt the afterglow start to descend, but quickly wafted it elsewhere, he had gotten his, but Zeke was still unsatisfied – and that just wouldn’t do.

“Zeke,” The dragon looked to the peacock, his expression one of intense focus and pleasure, “watch this.”

Zylen reached up to his own chest, grabbing three feathers in his fingers, before yanking them out. The plucked feathers made the bird scream in pained pleasure, but it also trigged all of his muscles to tighten for a few seconds. This tightening trigger made the walls of his bowels ripple and his entrance crushed in on the thick purple member.

For Zeke – it was one of the greatest sensations he had ever felt – it was like a fucking virgin. He roared loudly, a small puff of fire shooting out of his nostrils, as he fed the peacock his seed. His orgasm lasted longer than Zylen’s had, with the peacock moaning happily as he was filled to the brim with the hot sperm. With his orgasm subsiding, Zeke fell forward, into the peacock’s waiting arms. He felt Zylen hugging him tightly, wanting to hug back, but not being able to move freely just yet.

The two stayed there for a while, neither believing that they had come that close to heaven. Zeke leaned up, his still hard member staying warm inside the peacock. “Wow, that was fun.”

Zylen was smiling up at him, content to be here in this moment with him. He lightly ran his hand over Zeke’s firm chest, wet with a combination of his seed and the dragon’s sweat. “Yes, it was. You are incredible, Zeke.”

Zeke reached his own hand down and tenderly ran his fingers through the peacock’s hair. “Likewise cutie.”

Feeling that the cock still inside him was very much hard, Zylen looked to his own still needy erection. “Hmmm, it seems that we’re both still ready for more.”

Zeke rumbled a low growl as his energy came back, “Round two then.” 

He leaned down, touching his lips to the beak and kissing the male softly. Zeke kept his eyes open and looked into the peacock’s beautiful maroon colored eyes. Zylen moaned into the kiss, his eyes fluttering, as he felt Zeke pulling his hips back. The peacock wrapped his limbs around the large dragon when he felt the metal piercing at his entrance again.

Zeke smirked and broke the kiss, bringing his teeth back to the elegant neck. He lightly nipped and bit at the flesh, making the bird shudder. When Zylen was distracted with pleasure, Zeke pulled his hips back firmly. The piercing popped out of Zylen’s ass with a wet slurp making the bird whimper happily. Zeke smirked as he heard that whimper – he was so cute when he did that.

Zeke gripped the avian’s cock in his hand and moaned at the warm pulsing textures. Now that he was satisfied to a degree, he took his sample to stroke the cock. It was tapered – like a spike – wiper at the bottom the tip. A groan fell out of his mouth when he felt three spiky protrusions – the largest one only slightly bigger than a fingernail – running the length of his shaft. The spikes were only on the sides and the top, but the dragon was hooked. Zeke grinned wide as he couldn’t help but be curious about how it would feel to be taken by this striking male.

Zylen sat up slowly, smiling over at the large dragon who had just had his way with his body. He looked over the thick reptilian body, covered in sweat and his cum, but the delicious violet and black scales are still visible – and even seem to shine. The lovely reptile was moving slowly forward and pulled his beak into a another kiss. The two lecherous males had kissed before, but they were fun and lusty kisses as quick and playful as fire. But this kiss was slow and purposeful, made even more powerful as Zeke squeezed the blue cock. Zylen closed his eyes growling in blissful admiration to the power that Zeke had over him right now.

Zeke breathed into the beak hotly, not using much convincing to pry the cool beak open.  He snaked his long lime green tongue inside once again and happily explored the inner warmth of Zylen’s mouth.  Zeke smiled as the soft hair he was running his a hand through tickled his scales. The scents of their sex, still in the air, were so exotic and tempting, he found himself wondering what joys round two would bring with it. 

Pulling back slowly, he felt the heat in his cheeks as well as sees the slight tone of purple on his partner’s face. Bring his hand down as it is swallowed in a sea of black hair, Zeke rests it on the peacock’s shoulder, running his thumb over the regal throat.

“You are so cute, Zylen. Why don’t you top this time?”

Zylen moved one of his feathered hands to Zeke’s neck and tenderly scratched it, loving the feel of those sexy scales under his talons, as he asserted, “I know just what I want to do.”

Zylen let out a few contented sighs as he stood up and felt the slick wetness dripping from his ass and down his legs. He leaned his back against the wall where they had started their session and beckoned the big dragon over with a lusty wave of his finger. The violet cock gleamed in the light and looked more like a rod of glowing amethyst. 

Zeke placed his hands on either side of the slightly shorter peacock, offering an amused chuckle, as the peacock draped his arms over his own. “I thought you were gonna top this time.”

“Creativity is my weapon Zeke. Close your eyes?” 

When those bright green eyes disappeared from view, shrouded in the black of his scales, Zylen moved quickly. He slipped down the wall, trying his best not to touch the dragon at all – but the occasional giggle and moan made it clear that he was not entirely successful. Now sitting on the floor between the dragon’s legs, Zylen came face to face with that amethyst rod. He looked up to see if the dragon was looking at him, but the dark scaled male still had his eyes shut.

Zylen stated, a little surprised, “You trust me Zeke. That’s good.”

Zylen dragged his long pink tongue over Zeke’s sweaty balls first, slowly sliding up along the contours of the purple member. With his eyes closed Zeke felt every lick on his cock grow stronger than before, making the dragon moan in heated desire. The taste of Zeke’s seed and his own insides were all over that cock and Zylen was drinking it all up. He just gripped the scaled thighs softly and kept sucking, teasing the dragon before he would spring his trap.

The blowjob was amazing; no teeth meant that Zeke felt all of the wet tightness in the mouth and throat. Zeke bit his lips as another moan threatened to make itself known. He wanted to try concentrate on the sensations of being serviced so expertly. The tactile sensations that he got were expected, but still felt stronger and more intense because he couldn’t see them and get ready for them. Zeke groaned and scraped his claws against the wall, moving his hips back and slowly.

Zylen suddenly pulled his mouth away from that delicious member, and before Zeke could even think to say anything the peacock made his move. He showed his own strength as he kicked his long legs up and hoisted the rest of his frame up along the dragon’s back. Zeke couldn’t help but open in his eyes as he felt the scaled feet rolling over his shoulders until the peacock was hanging from them. He looked down and didn’t see the lusty bird, but he moaned as he felt the wet member rubbing between his cheeks.

Zylen gently pushed the dragon’s tail up and out of his way, but smiled warmly as Zeke wrapped the thick tail around his waist. Rolling his hips into Zeke’s butt, Zylen moaned loudly and then pushed in, his tapered cock, sliding in easy. He groaned hotly at the warmth that greeted his cock and rolled his hips forward to bury himself into Zeke’s bowels. The gentle action meant to tease Zeke, while pleasing Zylen. 

The tactic worked and soon Zeke was pushing back hard to try to get a thrust. The large dragon wings folded nicely to Zeke’s back and around the peacock – almost hiding him from view. Zylen had his own wings folded out and tickling the dragon’s legs and sides. He gripped the muscled thighs and used them to pull against as he gave a weak thrust into Zeke.

“Yes – that’s it.”

Zylen smiled and flexed his legs – wrapped around Zeke’s broad shoulders – to pull himself into a more powerful thrust. All Zeke could see of the peacock were his knees and feet pulling against his shoulders. But he moaned as felt Zylen’s thrusts and felt those smaller bumps on his cock – each one slightly larger than the next – pleasing and teasing his insides. Small puffs of smoke and fire puffed out of Zeke’s nose and mouth with each of his fevered cries of passion. Zylen kept thrusting, using the dragon’s sturdy body like some sort of gym equipment.

Each time he pulled on the shoulders Zylen bucked his hips, sending his ten inch member into the trembling dragon. He could feel the hard squeezes around his cock and moaned to everyone, adding to the music of their movements. They were dancing now, in pleasure and in passion, Zeke scraped the wall with his claws. The large dragon grunted as he felt his cock hit the wall, he dipped his wings down and tickled them to Zylen’s. 

“Gods, Zeke… you’re amazing.”

Zylen gripped the purple member and started stroking him firmly, loving how good it felt to have that heavy cock in his hand. He kept working Zeke’s ass moaning hotly in his inverted position. He loved being unpredictable and knew from the groans falling from above that the dragon was loving it just as much. Zeke squeezed his tail, still wrapped around the peacock’s waist, lovingly and assisted in his deep thrusting by pressing his body closer.

The two men continued their torrid tango, with their moans growing ever louder. Zylen moved his hands to the floor and pushed up, continuing to pull himself up by Zeke’s shoulders. Zeke growled as fire spit of his mouth, a visual representation of his inner passions. The peacock moaned loudly as his muscles began to protest, but he refused to give up this pleasure and fought against his fatigued muscles.

Zeke was lost in the sexual haze and didn’t even resist as his next climax began to approach, encouraged by every firm thrust. That tapered avian cock was like a spike, focusing all the force of Zylen’s thrusts into a small area of his prostate. He pushed his hips back into the inverted peacock, the frictions building tension in his body like a spring. The odd position of the cock inside of him and that when he clenched, he felt the bird’s balls rubbing against his cheeks, made Zeke stumble over the edge of his second orgasm that night.

The dragon leaned his head back into a mighty roar, flames billowed from his maw, but they burnt out quickly. His cock spewed his seed all over the wall, the viscous fluids splashing and raining down on Zylen’s face – once the bird moved his head between Zeke’s legs. The heavy scents of the orgasm made their bodies twitch, Zylen moaning as the big dragon clenched hard. Zylen wasn’t far behind when he heard the roar, squeezing his legs around Zeke’s shoulders. But when the dragon clenched around his cock during his climax - the peacock’s hot member throbbed and then spurted his seed. Zeke moaned in bliss as he felt the fires in his body get doused with Zylen’s seed. 

Zeke stepped back from the wall, and grabbed the peacock’s legs, gently setting him down on the floor, groaning as his cock slipped from his ass. The large dragon fell to his knees beside Zylen, reaching over and scratching the bird’s belly. Other than the very soft rising of his chest, the peacock didn’t seem to be moving at all.

Zeke asked, concerned for the elegant bird, “You okay?”

“Yes Zeke,” Zylen said, still not moving but moaning softly in his afterglow and to the belly scratches, “I’m okay.”

Zeke just smiled as he picked up the peacock and laid himself on the couch with the peacock on his belly. Zylen was facing the ceiling, their wings wrapping together and around their bodies like a feathered and scaled blanket. Zeke’s body easily able to support the avian’s body while still being able to breathe effectively. Warm seed was leaking from both of their asses, but neither of them cared. In fact, they were reveling in the feel of everything from the other body. They had had their fun, and now it was time to rest – at least for now.

Zeke wrapped his arms around the smaller male, the peacock entwined his fingers with the dragon’s own. 

“Mmmmm, Zeke you were magnificent.”

“Yes I was.”

Zylen rolled his hips backwards into the dragon’s lap, smiling at the groans he got from his still sensitive partner. “Aaaand?”

“Well, you’re one of a kind.”

Zylen smiled as he replied, “I will take that as a complement.”

Zeke brushed some of the peacock’s black hair away and kisses the male’s cheek. He looked out of a window and saw the silvery glow of the moon. The iridescent glow embraced them and acted as a visual representation on their strong afterglow. Zylen turned to look at the full moon too, picking up on Zeke’s thoughts. 

He smiled and nuzzled the larger dragon, as he asked, “It’s a shame isn’t it?”

“What?” Zeke knew, but he wanted it to be said. And even as the peacock began speaking he wrapped his arms tighter around the feathery body and snuggled with him on the large couch. 

“People spend their lives chasing buses, or chasing thrills, but there are few people these days that spend them chasing moonlight.”

~~~FIN~~~