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A constant knock on the door caught the dragon's attention, each getting harder than the last. Anyone else would've probably found it annoying after a while, but being aware of his guest's identity, Ryu only found his eagerness endearing. He still chose not to keep him waiting, however, and the blue dragon stood up, his cup of coffee left on the table as he went over and opened the door.

"Hey!" what greeted him was an almost immediate hug from his lover on the door, a tall yellow dragon whose burly physique matched Ryu's own. "I'm here! Hi! You smell like coffee."

"I was having a cup, you want some?" was his reply to Hank, the muscular dragon that had so roughly held him in arms and that was now closing the door behind him and pulling Ryu further in his apartment. The eastern dragon was suddenly curious as to what his lover's intentions were, and as he stared at the wide back, his white shirt sticking to the contours of his body, he couldn't help but also notice the black gym bag hanging from his shoulder. "Hey, what's in the-

Ryu couldn't finish as he was tossed forward, landing on his bed's soft, white sheets. Only now he realized Hank had dragged him across his apartment, ending in the light green bedroom he kept tidy at all times; the dragon's constantly squinted eyes darted everywhere, from the neat desk where he kept his computer, the open closet full of organized shirts, the small table next to his bed- all of it almost as if refusing to lay eyes on the other dragon, part of him aware of what would soon entail.

"Hey, can I go get my coffee-

"Forget about the coffee!" Hank answered before finally emptying his bag on the bed. Ryu saw, among other things, several long belts and straps of leather, as well as bottles filled with oil and lube of multiple colors. With a mild frown, he looked back up at the western dragon's wide grin, and the glint in his eyes that spoke of his intentions well before he did. "Let me bondage you!"

"No."

"But Ryuuuuuuu," Hank pouted, falling on top of the blue dragon and pushing the air out of his lungs for a moment. Ryu wanted to stay mad, but it was difficult when his lover gave him such a face. "I bought all of these new straps and cuffs and stuff to celebrate that we're moving in together. Don't you want to celebrate? It's a great chance to celebrate!"

"You should've brought your things instead, your room was ready for it and..." again, there was no way Ryu could stay angry if his new roommate looked at him with those puppy eyes. How on Earth could he pull that off all the time? All he could do in response was sigh and surrender. "I guess we could... play and celebrate for a while."

"Oh, hell yeah!" and with little warning, Hank reached down and pulled the dragon's shirt off, exposing his muscular torso, hands already rubbing his chest, fingers trailing the edges of his abs, getting soft gasps out of Ryu. "Now, raise your arms."

He did as ordered, arms held high and being set apart by the dragon's strong hands, one to each side of the bed. Ryu didn't see, too focused on the big pair of pecs in front of him as his lover stretched above him, a leg to each side of his naked torso, but he felt the tight grasp of the leather on each of his wrists as they were fastened, the creaking sound the bed made when they were tied around the bedposts, and soon enough Hank was off him again and his arms were completely still, no matter how much he pulled against his bindings.

But it was far from over. The same hands that had been exploring his torso lowered, playing with the hem of his shorts before finding the single button and letting it off, pulling down the strong legs until it fell off the bed. Ryu's first instinct was to close his legs, but Hank anticipated it and held them apart by the ankles, giving him a clear view of the muscular thighs and the thin slit between, a single drop of pre already threatening to push out. The eastern dragon looked away to hide his blush from his lover, but Hank couldn't care less; he used his time and energy in getting another pair of straps and binding the dragon's ankles to the bed, keeping the legs open and his crotch vulnerable.

"There we go. How do they feel? Too tight? Not tight enough?" Hank asked, but Ryu was too embarrassed to respond. He just looked away, feeling the room's air hit his bare scales, tickle the edges of his slit, making his member stir inside; it took all his willpower to keep it in. And then a click got his attention and he whipped back, only to see the western dragon holding his phone. "A quick snap to remember this day! And now, it's time for the blindfold!"

"The what?" Ryu's immediate reaction when he saw his boyfriend looking into his bag was mild panic, which only continued to grow when he saw the long piece of fabric that, apparently, he was planning on putting around his eyes. Needless to say, he started pulling against his binds right away. "No! Not happening! I did not agree to that, let me off!" but no matter how much he tried, how hard he thrashed, his limbs remained in place thanks to the straps.

"Yeah, that's why the straps went in first! Come on, it'll be fun! You can trust your big old buddy Hank," was the reply he got before the piece of cloth was laid over his eyes, suddenly pitting him against the darkness. The light green room he had been in was replaced by solid black, and all he felt was the hands tying the knot behind his head.

Ryu stopped. Blinded as he was, he didn't dare move an inch, lest it started a reaction that ended in his member sticking out of his slit; as much as he would deny it, the sensory deprivation, the idea that his body was at another man's mercy was... enticing. And just as soon as he thought as much, the squirting reached his ears, followed by a pair of rough, slick hands rubbing his chest and abs, slathering his torso with something warm and greasy that nonetheless enhanced the sensations. The touch across his body, the pressure against his stomach, the rough squeezing and handling of his pecs, all of it was increased by this mystery substance, leading to the first of many moans to leave his mouth.

"You like it, don't you?" Hank whispered on his ear, his hands never relenting on their task. He just continued to massage the blue muscles, making Ryu's back arch and his arms strain against their bindings, still unable to set himself free. A single kiss was all he needed to keep the blue dragon from moaning, and Ryu blushed when he started leaning forward into it, only to be left hanging.

Another squirt and this time he could feel the hands focused on his torso's lower end, going all the way to his waist and down each one of his thick, powerful legs. His tail instinctively covered his crotch, all in a vane attempt to hide his slit and hole, and it was swatted away by Hank before he kept going down his legs, rubbing his thighs, coating his calves in the slick substance, giving him good squeezes here and there and making him bite his lower lip to keep even more moans from coming. It wasn't long before the western dragon reached his butt, groping, letting out his own grunts until Ryu had no option but start squirming again to try and get him off.

"What? You're saying you don't like it now?" he said before heading back to the pecs, giving each one a good, rough squeeze that made Ryu's length stir one more time. His toes curled while he tried to keep it in, his arms bulging from the tension, all while the straps kept him in place. But just as that sudden spike of arousal started going down again, he heard a new squirt, followed by Hank's voice. "I got something you'll like, though."

Ryu was admittedly nervous, not so much by his lover's promises as much over the fact he had no way of knowing what would happen to him until it was too late. He wanted to say something, to make his worries heard, but he had no time as a new wave of cold covered his crotch and forced a gasp out of him. He wouldn't... or at least he wanted to think as much, but it was right up the yellow dragon's alley. And as if to confirm his suspicions, he felt a pair of fingers push into his slit, his inner walls suddenly spread open as he was easily invaded thanks to a mix of oil, lube and his own leaking pre, churned together into a shallow pool of fluids deep inside him.

It wasn't long before the thick fingers reached his member, stiff inside his slit yet unable to leave after he had kept it in for so long. Hank did what he could with the situation and simply started stroking it right there, causing a single shiver to crawl its way up Ryu's spine. He couldn't keep down any longer and his voice filled the room in short gasps and loud, drawn-out moans, each the length of Hank's rubs as the tip of his fingers explored his length, spreading his slit open and forcing more pre to gush out of his body. Even when he tried clenching his teeth to hold the moans back, he only managed to do it for a second before a third finger squeezed its way in him, milking his cock for all its worth.

But he knew Hank wouldn't let things end there. He knew and, even then, it took him by surprise when the dragon's free hand wandered a bit lower, playfully trailing the edge of his tail before reaching his hole. Ryu let out another gasp at the sudden touch, his pucker being traced by that single naughty claw, fearing the inevitable only for a second at a time before the treatment his manhood was receiving recovered his attention. That is, until the first finger slid in and his ass began to spread, just like his front, getting him to arch his back again as a sharp hiss whistled through his lips. And just as it kept diving in further, a second one pushed in, back out, back in again... Or were those the ones in his slit?

Ryu could no longer make heads or tails of the situation; he could no longer tell his holes apart. All he knew was that they were being filled by those thick, relentless fingers and that he went crazy from it, his thrashing like mad while the bed creaked beneath him from the constant motion and his limbs pulling against the leather straps keeping him in place. Then Hank's fingers reached his prostate and a single scream came out, quickly turning shaky as the tip of that claw rubbed and played with that sensitive spot to its owner's content. If he hadn't been blindfolded already, Ryu's vision would've gone blurry at that.

Between the now constant and furious stimulation up his hole and the stroking of his length pushing out strand after strand of warm, sticky, fluid pre, the eastern dragon no longer knew what was happening. Rather than trying to set himself free, the constant pulling and thrashing was erratic, a result of the intensity that this session was starting to take. His brain was slowly but surely crashing into overdrive, the leather pulling against his skin as his body jumped all over the place, desperately trying to find anything to either end the suffering or finally climax and meet with his relief. With no other option, he yelled, moaned...

"Fuck! J-Just let me c-cum already!" begged even, using what little willpower he had left to thrust forward, rubbing his dick against the dragon's fingers, feeling his length press against his hand and coat it in multiple fluids, all while his ass was pushed to the limit, his prostate massaged to such extent he was starting to lose breath over it. "Please, let me finish! Please..."

"Damn..." Ryu could hear Hank losing his breath, excited as he was as well, his hands picking up speed as he talked. "You usually don't get this eager. I really want to see how it ends," he said as his stroking got rougher, stronger, his massaging more forceful, pushing deeper into that hole...

And Ryu's body stopped thrashing, his hips pushing forward in one fluid motion as a roar rumbled from deep within his chest and he felt his slit rapidly filling up with rope after rope of hot cum pooling inside him, shot from the still encased tip of his dick and coating everything, from his inner walls to his roommate's claws. Soon, it started to overflow, seeping between Hank's fingers, and he felt it roll down his hips and taint, landing on the base of his tail and further down, on the sheets. And yet, it kept coming, pouring out of his dick and filling his body up, thrust after thrust as Hank continued to massage and stroke with both hands, leaving no hole empty, milking him until every last drop of seed was pushed out.

Finally, after a few seconds that felt like gruesome hours, Ryu's orgasm died out and he was left panting on the bed. After a while, he felt the fingers leave him, first his ass and then his slit, with a lingering sensation of emptiness invading him. A whimper came out of him between gasps, low and needy, and right after he felt the knot behind his head become undone and the piece of cloth fall to his shoulders. The first sight Ryu got was Hank's grinning face, one hand cupping his chin while the other, the one covered in strands of his own jizz, was slowly licked clean. The sight alone made him shiver again.

"Well... not a bad way to celebrate my moving here, huh?" was Hank's reply, followed by a heartful laughter. Ryu was too tired to do more than smile at him, his arms slumping in exhaustion until he saw his new roommate start to take off his shirt.

"What are you doing..." he asked, his voice merely a whisper after such a session.

"Getting ready! You didn't think that was it, did you?" and just as he said that, he unzipped. "That was part one! We're going to have a lot of fun now that we live together!"