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Once he was settled in the driver's seat, Blitzø pulled out his phone and dialed Harper's number. "Hey," he said once the Overlord had picked up, "I'm done with that not-a-date with Stolas."

"And how did it go?" Harper asked.

"Pretty good, believe it or not," Blitzø replied, "Birdbrain kept his hands to himself, and he didn't flirt with me even a little bit! I didn't think the asshole had it in him to talk like a normal person. Either way, it was nice having someone to talk to while I had my coffee."

"You mean the sugary concoction of which coffee is one small ingredient," Harper playfully observed.

"Smartass!" Blitzø growled, just as playful, "Anyways, you want me to spill the tea (no pun intended because they fucking suck) over the phone here, or...?"

The line was silent for a few seconds. "Hmmm. I think it would be best if you came back to the house first. You never know who might be listening in when in public."

That was a good point, now that Blitzø thought about it. "Aight, see you in a few," he said as he adjusted his seat and started the van.

"Very good. Meet me in the sitting room," said Harper, "I don't use it as much as I should."

"Sure whatever. Anyways, I gotta go." Blitzø hung up and put his van into drive. One good thing about the new apartment he and Loona moved into was that like the new office, it was much closer to Harper's house. It saved him a fair bit on gas, and he didn't have to use the highway anymore. Speaking of Loona, though...

Blitzø shot her a quick text letting her know he would be with Harper, then put his phone away. Hopefully she didn't mind; he usually got home late these days. The drive over to the mansion was uneventful for once. Usually there was at least one pileup on the way.

He parked his van in the usual spot and handed his keys over to Drek, who was waiting for him by the door as always. It was kind of surreal how often he came over here these days, to the point that he had a wordless routine with Harper's valet. Hell, it was practically a home away from home.

Harper was already reclining on one of the sofas when Blitzø walked in. The dragon demon looked up from the book he was reading and smiled. "Ah there you are!" he rumbled as he set the book on an end table. "I've been looking forward to hearing the details. Come, take a seat and tell me everything."

Blitzø didn't have to be asked twice. Tail swishing happily, the imp bounded over and climbed up onto the Overlord, who chuckled and sat up so that Blitzø could perch in his lap. It was only natural that Harper was the best seat in this house.

"Okay so like I said on the way over, Stolas managed to keep it in his pants for the first time," said Blitzø as he leaned into his boyfriend's solid frame. Fuck, thinking of the large dragon as his boyfriend still made him all warm and tingly! He continued, "I didn't think it was possible, but I sure as shit ain't gonna look up a gift horse's ass."

That got a startled laugh from the Overlord, but he quickly regained his composure. "I must say, he has impressed me as well. He must be even more desperate than I first suspected if he went through the effort to suppress his infatuation with you long enough to maintain polite conversation."

"I know right?" Blitzø agreed, "He didn't talk about sex or my dick at all. Though I think he was struggling not to. He even slapped himself. Said a bug flew at him, but birds are supposed to eat those things, so I knew he was full of shit."

Blitzø spent the next half hour in Harper's lap summarizing everything he and Stolas talked about over coffee. He opted to leave out the part where he got his own frackuccino, but spent extra time detailing how they'd bonded over their love of their daughters.

At some point while Blitzø was talking, Harper had reached down to clasp one of the imp's hands in his own. His large fingers easily swallowed it up. Naturally, their tails found their way together as well.

Just as Blitzø was wrapping up his story, Harper interjected. "It pleases me that you had a good time," he said, "But I am curious as to what you plan to do moving forward? You did mention that you told him you'd be willing to see him again."

The imp waved his free hand defensively. "Now don't get any crazy ideas! I meant what I said earlier about not being interested in him in that way. Yeah, I know how it looks when I'm fucking him on the side, but-"

Harper only smiled and captured Blitzø's other hand. He held them both in front of him and stroked the backs with his thumbs. "Now now, dearest, let's not get ahead of ourselves. I have no doubts about your honesty - at least where you and Stolas are concerned. Though it might be in my power as an Overlord, I can't in good conscience control who you choose to be friends with."

Blitzø looked away nervously. There he goes again with that wholesome crap! When was the other shoe going to drop and Harper's ugly side came out? It always did. That's how it was supposed to work. Dammit, the tightness in his chest was back.

"Blitzø? Are you alright?" Harper asked.

The imp shook his head and refocused. "Sorry, I kinda zoned out there. What were we talking about again?"

"We were talking about your plans for spending time with Stolas outside your, ah, monthly obligations."

Blitzø offered Harper a winning grin. "Well now that you mention it, I was thinking of milking this for a bit. See how far I can string him along."

Harper let go of the imp's hands as he sat back. His expression was thoughtful at first, but then shifted to a frown. "I do not recommend it," he said.

"Why not?" Blitzø asked.

"We need to make sure that Stolas understands as soon as possible that you are willing to be friends with him, but nothing more," the Overlord explained, "While I did consider your idea of 'stringing him along' if only for the purpose of gathering intel, ultimately it runs the risk of angering him before you are able to cut ties with him."

The imp waved off the dragon's concern with a noncommittal "Pff!" But the doubts had been planted. It only took him a few seconds to break. "Okay, that makes sense," he admitted, "But when should I tell him we're not gonna be a thing?"

Harper rubbed his chin for a moment. "The next time you meet would be the most appropriate. Go out, have a good time with him, then afterwards let him know you'd be interested in hanging out with him, just not romantically."

Blitzø sighed and laid his head against the Overlord's broad chest. Even through the layers of his suit he could feel the hard muscle underneath. "Sure glad I got you to figure all this shit out." Those strong arms around him gave him a squeeze, which made him shiver in delight.

Harper's hands came to rest on the imp's back. Blitzø reflexively relaxed into the touch. "It's my pleasure, darling," rumbled the dragon demon, who planted a kiss on Blitzø's forehead for good measure.

Blitzø craned his head up and caught Harper's lips before he could pull away. Then he crawled up the Overlord's chest to deepen the kiss. Their lips locked, and their slender tongues danced together. Harper's hands made their way down to cup Blitzø's pert, toned rump. The imp's tail involuntarily hiked up in response, and his hands wandered freely over the dragon's chest.

By the time they separated, their chins were connected by a lone strand of spit. "Fuck Harps, I don't think I'll ever get tired of kissing you," Blitzø panted.

Harper grinned, then let go of Blitzø's ass to reach around. He gently squeezed the growing tent in the imp's pants, making him groan in pleasure and straddle the Overlord's lap. A sharp bulge was rapidly filling out in his own trousers. "Likewise, my dear," he purred, "You do know how to get a rise out of me."

"Hey, what did I say about using puns, dipshit?"

"That you hate them. But I know you could never hate me," said Harper with a smirk.

Blitzø huffed in defiance. "You're lucky you're so hot," he grumbled. Whatever else he was going to say was cut off by another groan of delight as Harper pressed his thumb along his length through his pants. He shrugged out of his coat and let it fall to the floor, then untucked his shirt. He looked down to see that Harper was unbuttoning his pants for him. The imp leaned further back and panted harder. His hands rested on the Overlord's knees for support as his imphood slid free and pointed angrily up at Harper.

The dragon demon's hands slid up under Blitzø's shirt. His sharp talons lightly pricked the imp's smooth flesh, making him shiver once more. Worries about whether Harper had an ugly side were long gone by now. All that was left was a burning want. A need.

Blitzø panted and rocked forward and back from his perch on Harper's knees while the Overlord groped and caressed him under his shirt. His cock twitched eagerly, a bead of pre already collecting at its head.

"Ahhh~," he moaned, "Ffffffuck! Harps..."

Harper pulled his hands away, then touched a finger to the imp's lips. "Shhhhhh, I think that's enough talk for now. Let us have some fun first." Blitzø enthusiastically nodded as the Overlord set to unbuttoning his own pants.

Almost as soon as Harper's dick had flopped free, Blitzø set upon it with his hands. Both men panted as the imp ran his fingers over that impressive length and girth. A tug at Harper's belt line freed his heavy, scaly ballsack. Harper slouched in his seat, then beckoned Blitzø closer. Blitzø was all too happy to oblige, and pushed in for another, shorter kiss. His dick ground into Harper's own turgid, hot cockflesh.

From this position, it hammered home just how endowed the Overlord was compared to Blitzø. Granted, the imp's own length was above average, and looked absolutely massive on his diminutive frame. But it was dwarfed by the throbbing red shaft it currently nestled against. It might've made Blitzø a little self-conscious had he not been insanely horny in this moment. Even if he was, there was no turning back now that balls were touching. And the way Harper's nutsack so effortlessly supported the weight of his own was driving him wild with desire.

Blitzø's hands left Harper's knees so he could lean forward. The dragon had taken his hands away to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt. He then guided Blitzø's hands up under his undershirt to feel the hard scaly muscles hiding underneath. Blitzø groaned and bucked his hips, which made Harper hiss in pleasure.

The imp was just about to suggest going down on Harper so he could take his cock for a ride when Harper's hands closed around both their dicks to squeeze them together. It looked like he had other ideas.

"Keep going, dear," Harper rumbled, "Thrust against me until you finish."

Frotting it was, then! Blitzø swallowed hard and leaned further into the Overlord. His hands braced against Harper's pecs as he began humping against the other man's monstrous member. It wasn't long before the pre he smeared over it was joined by its own supply. The smell of sex and musk was becoming impossible to ignore, and Blitzø badly wanted to suck Harper off. But he'd need to save it for later, because he was getting close already. Fuck, was I always this much of a hair-trigger, or is he just this good? he wondered.

He wasn't able to wonder much else as he raced toward the edge at a full gallop. His thrusts became quick and erratic, as did his panting. Harper's grip on their cocks tightened, and Blitzø couldn't take any more. With a loud cry of pleasure, he blew. Harper's shaft was painted with several ropes of thick imp cum. Blitzø kept thrusting throughout, the mess he was making eliminating the friction and making his thrusts extra noisy and wet.

Harper, for his part, wasn't far behind. He grunted and snorted. Tendrils of smoke coiled from his nostrils while Blitzø tried to force his way through his post-orgasmic hypersensitivity. Suddenly, the Overlord let go of their lengths and grabbed Blitzø by the shoulders. "Open your shirt and lay back," he said.

Without question or hesitation, Blitzø unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off. Then he returned to his leaning pose against Harper's knees. The dragon demon grabbed his cum-streaked cock once more and furiously stroked it. He huffed and panted, and it didn't take Blitzø long to realize what he wanted to do.

"Fuck yeah, cum on me Harps," he panted, "Gimme a new birthmark!"

Harper growled low in the back of his throat, then grunted. Blitzø gasped and gasped again as thick gouts of hot dragon seed were unloaded on him. In a matter of seconds his face, chest, and belly were marked by six solid ropes.

It took the better part of a minute for the two demons to catch their breath. Harper's mighty frame slowly slackened, and he sighed in relief. "Thank you, Blitzø," he said after a moment's pause, "I was feeling pent up today."

"You said it, Harps," Blitzø agreed, "After the shit week I had I needed a nut like that." Though he was wet and sticky, the imp crawled up to hug Harper's barrel chest. If Harper minded, he didn't show it. "Y'know," he added, "It's kinda weird how we can go from talking about serious shit to rubbing our dicks together."

Harper chuckled, "It is only fitting that we do, my handsome imp. Important plans are best made with cooler - and properly spent - heads."

Blitzø smirked. "Alright, I'll let that one slide this time for originality. But speaking of serious shit, I don't think we talked about just how I'm gonna let Stolas down next time we hang out."

The Overlord let his head rest against the back of the sofa while he considered for a moment. "That is something we will have to figure out before I send you home," he said. When he shifted in his seat, Blitzø felt something hot and wet press into him. He looked down to see not only that Harper was still hard, but he was too. It looked like both of them were up for round two.

As if reading his mind, Harper chuckled. "But first," he said, "I think we are not quite done taking care of ourselves. Let us head upstairs. We've made Drek suffer enough with the mess we're making down here." With that, he wrapped his arms around Blitzø and hoisted him up. His tail curled around his waist to hold his pants up as he walked with the much smaller man clinging to him.

Blitzø, for his part, laid his head against Harper's chest and enjoyed the ride. They'd figure out how to tell Stolas he wasn't interested later. Right now, he had a big sexy Overlord to play with. That was all that mattered.