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"Are you going to miss Peril?"

Clay looked over at Starflight. The blind NightWing was busy stamping in a pile of scrolls at the library desk, all turned in by the students that had left Jade Mountain Academy for the summer. "What, do you mean as a student?" he asked, confused. "Or like, as a..."

The look of complete indifference on Starflight's face was surely fabricated, but Clay was too kind to tell him about his suspicions. "Both? If it's alright," the NightWing said.

Clay laughed. He made himself comfortable in one of the chairs next to the desk, struggling not to fall asleep in the summer heat. "I'll miss her in both ways," he mused after a moment. "But to tell you the truth, we never did get that far as partners. A student-teacher relationship is already pretty strange, but you know how Peril was."

"Flammable? A little crazy? Forthright?"

"All of those things, yeah," said Clay. "Though to be honest, the flammable part mattered the most."

"Why that? Aren't your scales fireproof?"

Clay wished he had given literally any other answer besides the one he just did. "Well, yeah. My scales are fireproof," he said lamely.

"Then what's the matter?" Starflight set down his stamp and let out a sigh. His claws flitted over the mountain of scrolls still left unstamped, counting the work ahead of him. "It'd be alright if she hugged you, right?"

Clay sighed. "If she hugged me, yes. But... only my scales are fireproof, Starflight."

"I know. I heard you the first time." Then Starflight paused for a long moment. "Oh."

"I learned the first time," Clay said as he idly stared at Starflight's scrolls. "We tried a few times after, but, uh... it wasn't great. Not that it was THE reason for us never getting together. Just... a big reason."

"Firescales are strange," Starflight said. "I had no idea it'd be like that, especially with... that."

"One of those things to put in the newest encyclopedia you're writing," Clay said. "Weird Facts about Dragons, Book 7."

"Hey. I'll have you know that it's only at Volume 2."

"Volume? Fancy," said Clay. He frowned for a moment at Starflight. "... Hey, why do you ask, anyways? You knew Peril and I didn't work out way before she graduated, anyways. Why now, and not then?"

He didn't expect the surprise that washed over Starflight's face. "No reason," he said much too quickly. "No reason at all."

"I won't make fun of you."

"Who said it was anything about being made fun of?"

"I just know you too well." Clay chuckled. "Are you curious about my scales? Like, the ones around my-"

Starflight yelped, "No! That's definitely not it. Why would I be curious about that?"

"Hmm." Clay hopped off the chair and padded over to the desk, careful not to disturb Starflight's meticulous setup. "Well, I'll save you the trouble. Whatever's between my legs doesn't get fire resistance. It's just... normal, like any other guy's"

He couldn't miss how a small blush had formed on Starflight's cheeks. "Normal. Like... still sensitive and everything?"

"Why wouldn't it be? My scales are still normal scales, too. They're still sensitive, except a little less to fire."

The NightWing nodded slowly, no longer tending to his scrolls. "I see," he said softly as he looked down. "So if, uh, a dragon decides to... uh..."

"Starflight?"

"N-never mind," his friend said, looking away.

"I don't mind the questions," Clay said. "Really. I can tell you're curious about it. Especially since you're probably asking for research or something."

"Research! Yeah, definitely research." Starflight's laughter pitched a little too high and a little too bright. "But still, it's a little different when I'm asking my friend about his dick, right?"

Clay offered little more than a shrug. "I don't really see a problem with it."

Starflight sat still for a moment, and Clay could practically hear the gears turning in his head. "Well, alright then," he said. "If you're being sincere about it, I'll ask."

"Sure."

The NightWing fretted, his first question laid out only after a moment of contemplation. "So... it didn't feel any different when Peril, uh... blew you?"

"Peril couldn't do that," said Clay. "Even her mouth was firescaled, somehow. So actually, I've never been blown before."

"Same."

"Starflight? I'm sorry?"

He didn't miss how Starflight whipped his head at him, muzzle trembling as he tripped over his words. "Uh, I mean... what I meant was that Peril's the same everywhere. I was agreeing with you."

His nervous laugh failed to deceive Clay. "Well, I thought that Fatespeaker would have tried it with you," he said, hoping that the diversion would ease Starflight.

"We... never got that far," Starflight mumbled with a heavy blush. "Though I was looking forward to it. I can only imagine what it feels like."

"Burning," said Clay. "Lots of burning."

"Not with a firescales! But like, a normal mouth, that's wet and warm and just perfect, like a perfect fit, and..."

Clay shuffled awkwardly. "... Starflight?"

"Um."

"Do you... need some help?"

"W-with what?" he asked. "The scrolls? You know that I can finish checking in the rest of the scrolls myself! Actually, I think it's a really good time for you to head back. I'll call you when I'm going to get dinner, or something! You can definitely leave now!"

The MudWing tilted his head at him. "Well, I was going to ask if you needed help with a blowjob, but that sounds alright too."

The entire mountain of scrolls came tumbling down as Starflight let out a shocked wingflap. "Uh... Clay?"

"Stupid ask, I know," he said, stooping down to scoop up some of the scrolls, "but you know... I've always kind of wondered what dragon cock tasted like."

"Clay, what-"

He shrugged. "Hey, if you're going to blurt out something like wanting to get blown, then I can talk about what I want too. Doesn't it make you feel a little better about it?"

He knew they were the right words when Starflight let out a little smile. "... Yeah, it does, actually," he admitted sheepishly. "Though you're can't be serious about-"

"Sure I am," Clay said. "We can do it right now if you'd like."

Starflight stared at him. "Okay, first things first," he said, "we are not having sex in a library."

"Then let's go to my room."

"Second thing!" Starflight swore, holding a talon up. "You're expecting me just to let my friend give me a blowjob? J-just like that?"

"I mean... yeah?" Clay asked. "You can tell me no, though. I don't mind."

For a third time Starflight stewed in silence. "But how... are we going to get to your room? he asked. "It's two stories up."

"We walk there? Like how we normally go places."

"I can't!" Starflight hissed.

"Why not?"

"Because... because..."

The way Starflight hunched over the desk told Clay everything. He leaned over the desk as discreetly as he could and took a small glance down between his friend's legs. There throbbed a hint of pinkness, enough exposed that anyone would instantly know that the NightWing sported an indecent erection.

Clay knew what he had to do then. "Hey, it'll be alright," he said. "I'll carry you up, and no one will ever know about it."

"Know about what?"

The MudWing let out a tremendous sigh. "Your dick's hanging out, Starflight."

"What?! There's no way- I mean- ... y-yeah..."

"Come on," Clay said. "All the students are gone, and the teachers are out at the lake. It'll be alright."

He thought it would take more to convince Starflight, but apparently the allure of a blowjob was enough to convince him to shuffle out from around the desk. Clay found it cute that Starflight still tried his best to hide the length between his legs by hunching over, but it honestly didn't matter. Clay stood up on his hind legs, wincing as he felt a dull pain throb in his crippled leg, and scooped Starflight's entire body up in his claws. "Are you comfortable?" he asked, cradling the NightWing against his chest.

"Your leg," Starflight said. "Will you be alright?"

It did hurt, but there was something about the way Starflight instinctively curled his arms around his broad neck that made the pain much more tolerable. "It'll be alright," Clay said as he lurched out of the library one step at a time.

As he had expected, it was silent in the halls of Jade Mountain Academy. Clay found himself walking up the stairs to the teachers' quarters, and with every little step Starflight's head bumped and nuzzled up against his chest. There was... something about the little gesture that warmed his heart, though he couldn't quite figure out what it was yet.

He thought he would have enough time to figure it out by the time they got to the room, but it was not to be. Clay was about to let Starflight down at the end of the staircase when he heard another door open near the end of the hall. "Hey, Clay! Hey... Starflight?"

It must have been the first time that Clay didn't want to see a happy SandWing face, but there Sunny stood in the hallway with an utterly mystified look on her face. "Hey, Sunny," Clay said with half a grin on his face. He knew this situation was bad, but nothing cemented his fear more than the fact that Starflight instantly retracted his arms back down from around his neck. "I didn't know you were still here. Tsunami and the others are out at the lake, aren't they?"

"Yeah! I just had to get some administrative stuff done," she said with a smile. "We've never actually had dragons graduate before! I didn't know how much paperwork we would need to process for them."

"Well, at least you got it all done now," Clay said back with a sage nod, trying to edge closer to his door. "Sorry, I have to get into my room - Starflight, uh, got hurt. He... pulled a muscle?"

Sunny peered up at Starflight, and Clay could feel him instantly curl into his chest. "Oh no! Do I need to get a healer?" she asked. "I'm sure I can call Kindle back from the lake if I go right now-"

"I'm fine! I'll be alright, Sunny," said Starflight in a very strained voice. "It'll go away in a bit."

"Are you sure? Kindle can make sure it's not something serious, like a... thumb... a throw..."

"A thrombosis," Starflight said with a sigh.

"Yeah! A thrombosis! She can check for that."

The conversation was beginning to drag too long for Clay's tastes... and Starflight's, too, considering how he looked down to see a small, glistening pearl balancing on the tip of his cock. "We'll talk soon Sunny, alright?" groaned Clay as he pushed open the door to his den. "Sorry!"

"Oh! Alright! Take care of yourselves, guys! We'll be at the lake all afternoon!" was the last thing they heard before the door fell shut.

Clay let out a huge sigh of relief the moment he was able to set Starflight down on the bed. "That was way too close."

"Is your leg alright?"

"Yeah, it's fine. It just aches a bit," Clay said with a grunt. "Are you alright?"

Starflight shook his head. "Y-yeah. It was just really scary, especially Sunny! Could you imagine if Sunny saw it? I mean..."

Clay couldn't help but notice how a long string of precum drizzled down from Starflight's tip as he squirmed. "Well, it kind of sounds like you might have liked it..."

Starflight let out a scoff, retreating further back into the room. "No way! That would be ridiculously embarrassing," he said. "I used to like her in that way, you know!"

"That doesn't mean it doesn't excite you. You have to remember that I was holding you the entire time."

"What? Are you going to say that excited me too?"

Clay let out a laugh. "Did it?"

"... Maybe," the NightWing said after a moment far more meekly than he had anticipated. "You're... really strong. And buff. Way buffer than we were dragonets. I'm surprised you kept it up after everything that happened."

"It's just my MudWing charm," he said, and he couldn't help but feel good at the way Starflight shivered at his words. "But anyways. Do you still want to, uh..."

"Maybe? I... I'm still willing if you are."

"Good," he rumbled. "It'd help if you would lay on your... back? The bed's right behind you."

So Starflight turned around and found Clay's enormous, comfortable bed, and positioned himself against the wall. He spread his wings out to support himself. "Like this?"

"Yeah, like that," Clay said with bated breath. "Well, almost. You have to open your legs if you want me to blow you."

The NightWing let out a soft groan of embarrassment before he complied. Clay found himself gazing at a respectable amount of dragon cock that glistened softly in the soft light of his den. "Well... here it is..."

Clay crept up on the bed, knocking Starflight's legs open with his muzzle. "Is this all for me?" he asked.

"Moons, Clay," huffed Starflight.

"Sorry, sorry," he said. "I was never good at bedroom talk."

But he looked up to see Starflight with his claws in his face. A furious blush raced across his cheeks. "No- it's not that, Clay. It's just that..."

"Hm?"

"J-just put it in your mouth already," Starflight stammered. "It's embarrassing for you just to stare at it."

"How do you know I'm staring at it?"

"I just know! I can tell."

Clay tilted his head up at Starflight. "I'm not allowed to admire you? I think it looks cute."

"Cute? I... thank you? I think? Come on, Clay..."

The NightWing's protests struck him as nothing but adorable, and as Starflight whimpered at him, the more it clicked for Clay that his friend might actually... be enjoying the embarrassing attention he was freely offering him. So Clay edged closer to Starflight's needy length, admiring the knot as a faint rivulet of precum drizzled down from the tip. "Well, it's my first time doing this too," he said, making sure to let as much of his breath wash over Starflight's length. "So I may be a bit slower."

"A-alright," was all Starflight said in response. "Moons, that feels good..."

Clay raised his head until he was eye level with Starflight's oozing tip. Though he wanted to get straight to putting it in his mouth, something told him that it'd be much more enjoyable for Starflight if he... teased him a little bit first. So the MudWing brought his head back down, letting his tongue fall out of his muzzle. He pressed it gently against his friend's knot, feeling its warmth and tasting its saltiness.

The sound that Starflight made was the cutest thing he had ever heard, something crossed between a growl and a squeal. Starflight even rewarded him with a thicker ooze of precum, which sluiced down from his tip and puddled atop his thick tongue. "You taste good," Clay said after withdrawing his tongue and drinking what Starflight offered him. "Do you always leak like this?"

"M-maybe? Not really," admitted Starflight. "This is the first time there's been more than just a bit of it."

"Hmm." Clay applied a longer lick to the dragon's length, pressing his tongue harder against it. He watched as Starflight's cock bobbed back and forth after he released it. "Does that mean you like this?"

"Moons, Clay," he groaned. "You know the answer already. Please, I need more of it. Just stick it in your mouth..."

"Patience," Clay said as he nuzzled at Starflight's length. "We'll get there eventually. This is my first time, too."

Though he had definitely sucked his own dick before, it felt so... different to feel another male throbbing and pulsing against his muzzle. Clay knew that he wanted to see how Starflight would react when he actually put it in his mouth... but there was something wonderful about this sensation, too, and how Starflight melted more and more just from the simplest ministrations.

So he continued to nuzzle Starflight, climbing up his length with his tongue and licking the firm curves of his ridges one after another. Starflight rewarded him with low, barely-contained moans and droplets of constant arousal, plenty of motivation to continue at his leisurely slow pace. It was so enjoyable that Clay was almost disappointed by the time he reached the end. He adorned Starflight's oozing tip with a small kiss before pulling away. "How was that, Starflight?" he asked. "Am I doing a good job so far?"

The NightWing stared down at him, and Clay then became aware of a thick strand of precum dangling between his muzzle and Starflight's cock. He wiped at it with the back of his claw before licking it off. "Clay, are you..." he stammered.

"Am I what?"

"Licking my... my juices off your claws. I can hear you, you know."

Though Clay should have felt abashed, it instead felt like an opportunity to tease Starflight further. "Why not?" he asked with a grin. "What's the difference between this and me drinking it right from your dick?"

"Uh, it's nothing! Nothing at all," he said with a furious blush. "It's just that, thinking about you lick it is just... it's..."

"It's okay, Starflight," Clay said as he put on his most reassuring smile, even though Starflight couldn't see it. "You don't have to say anything. Just enjoy it, alright?"

Starflight could barely nod, his face buried in his claws again as Clay sniffed around the tip of his tapered length, inhaling the new, subtle scents of his partner. Though it carried the same brand of maleness that he had learned to grow accustomed to through his entire life, there was something much more delicate, much more sensual about it belonging to someone else. The MudWing was already somewhat excited from teasing Starflight, but there was something about actually enjoying his friend so closely that made him feel things that he hadn't felt in a very long time.

His breaths came out hot and heavy as he draped his open muzzle around Starflight's length, only swallowing down to the first tip before gently clamping down on it. Starflight was immensely warm and slippery to the touch, and Clay found himself instantly going down further before the thought had even occurred to him... or the NightWing's loud moan met his ears. "Clay! M-moons..."

He let go of Starflight's cock at once and looked up at him. "Starflight?" he asked. "Did it hurt? Are you alright?"

A shudder rolled through his obsidian scales. "N-no, it didn't hurt," Starflight said with a huff. "It was just... I didn't expect to be so good."

Clay blinked. "Was it that good? That was the first time I've done it to another dragon."

He couldn't miss how Starflight frowned, as if processing the implications of that single statement. "Well, I wouldn't mind if you did it again," Starflight said with a nervous laugh. "Please?"

"You don't have to ask 'please', Starflight," he said with a rumbling chuckle. "My maw is yours."

The MudWing still didn't quite understand why hearing Starflight so flustered and helpless was so exciting for him, but he was certainly glad that he had the ability to rob his loquacious friend of his words. His claws fell heavily on Starflight's thighs, pinning the squirming dragon in place as he dipped his muzzle down and took a few extra ridges with a wet slurp.

There was something that just felt so good about feeling Starflight's girth slipping around the edges of his muzzle, something just as good as hearing his friend unable to control his moans every time he came closer to kissing his knot. It was enough to coax his own arousal out of his slit, though Clay was patient enough to just let it lay between his legs. The most he afforded himself were gentle humps into the bedsheets - after all, this was Starflight's moment, and not his; he would be remiss to tend to himself instead of his groaning friend.

"A-ah, Clay," Starflight groaned as he dipped lower upon him. "You're not going to take the knot, are you?"

Clay pursed his muzzle tight and pressed his tongue up against Starflight's ridges before pulling himself off. His maw came free off of that NightWing cock, followed by a thick ooze of precum that pooled in the sheets underneath them. "Do you think it's possible to knot someone's mouth?" he asked.

"Well... technically, yes," Starflight said, rubbing his chin with a claw. "I don't see why it wouldn't be possible... b-but I mean, are you really going to try it now? With me?"

"Why not? I know you're definitely curious about it."

"I just asked you to blow me," Starflight stammered. "Wait, no, no - you offered to blow me, and I just accepted!"

"What's the difference? It sounds about the same to me."

"There's a big difference!" Starflight groaned. "One is me demanding it of you, and the other is... well, you offered before you even knew what my dick was like, and..."

Clay found himself frowning, and forced himself to tear his stare away from Starflight's length for a moment. "And what, Starflight?"

"Is... is it good enough for you?"

Clay blinked. "Is your dick good enough for me? What do you mean?"

"Well, you called it cute earlier," Starflight said, crossing his arms. "And I thought that meant it was just... too small for you, or not arousing at all, or just... you were doing it out of pity, or something."

In that moment, Clay wished Starflight could see because all he had to do was stand up to prove his arousal... but all he had were his words and his earnestness. "Trust me, Starflight," Clay said. "I'm loving every moment of this, much more than I thought I would. I really like you... and your cock - don't laugh! I really mean it." He let go of one of Starflight's thighs, reaching forward so he could find one of his claws. Their talons wrapped together for a moment, and Clay gave it a tight squeeze. "Really. If you want me to show you just how hard I am, I can, but you can trust me."

His heart leapt a little more than it should have when his friend squeezed back. "Sorry," the NightWing said gently. "I didn't mean to doubt you, or ruin your... enjoyment, or anything. I just..."

Clay let go, and stroked at Starflight's chest next with soft, loving strokes. "Just enjoy it," he said. "We're just friends having fun, alright?"

"Alright, Clay, alright..."

Clay slipped back down Starflight's body, reaching down to squeeze the NightWing's stiffness. "You feel pretty tense," he commented as precum spilled all over his talons. "Are you..."

"Close? Y-yeah, you could say that - don't squeeze too much! You're going to make me...!"

He immediately let go. Starflight's length throbbed furiously before him. "Do you think you could hold on until you knot me?" Clay asked with a grin. "I'm sure you would want to know what that feels like."

Even his words were enough to draw a groan out of Starflight this time. "I... I'll try," he breathed. "No promises, though. It just feels too good."

"I know, I know," said Clay. "All I can ask of you is to try."

So he slid himself down upon Starflight's length again, savoring how every ridge widened his maw and flowed over his tongue. Truthfully, he never imagined that the act of sucking another dragon's dick to inspire such... lust within him. The sheets underneath his belly had long since grown slick with his own leakage, and it took far more effort than he thought to stop himself from humping himself to completion.

His claws dug into Starflight's tensed-up legs as he pushed himself deeper down upon his cock. At the same time, though, there was just something so... endearing and wondrous about being able to make his friend tremble the way he did. At first he thought it would be just the thrill of enjoying another dragon's cock, but the moment Starflight was... his cute self, it left him far more confused and aroused about his interests.

It wasn't anything that he wanted to consider at the moment, especially when the mere thought of his friend exploding in his mouth left him curling his claws with a shiver of his own. Before, he had offered a blowjob just as an extremely forward favor, but Clay found himself... wanting to enjoy Starflight even more.

His thoughts had lasted him until the base of Starflight's cock. All that remained was the knot, engorged and throbbing with the same intensity as the rest of the length within him. He looked up at Starflight, pleased to find his friend's expression was in utter tatters. His muzzle hung open, drool spilling gently from it as he let out a tiny moan with every breath.

Had he broken Starflight?

The confirmation came a moment later. "A-ah, Clay, Clay..." Starflight groaned. "Why did you stop?"

Clay would have chuckled, were his maw not full of NightWing cock. Seeing Starflight so ruined and desperate awakened something deep within him, a feeling so raw and primal that it surprised him.

In that moment, he yearned to show Starflight so much pleasure that it would destroy him.

So he began by pulling himself off of the NightWing's length, making sure to accentuate the wetness of his mouth with a loud schlurp. Starflight let out a shuddering huff, his claws tearing gently through the sheets, and Clay was rewarded with a soft ooze of precum that coated his tongue. He drank some of the salty warmth and swirled the rest of it about in his mouth before filling himself with Starflight again, making sure to let out a heady moan as he descended. A fresh wave of saliva and pre washed over Starflight's knot as he hilted himself there, stretching his maw a little around its girth.

"Clay? Were you serious about the... the knotting?"

He only responded by giving Starflight another stroke with the wetness of his maw. As he pressed his snout against the knot again, he widened his muzzle a little more, letting his tongue wander down his knot. In actuality, he was large enough that he could have easily taken Starflight's knot then and there, but he wanted it to feel like an accomplishment for his friend... and he was almost certain that he would cum so much harder for it.

His intuition was right. Starflight let out a loud groan, and his cock throbbed even harder in his maw. He could tell that if he continued at his own pace, then the NightWing would probably end up cumming before he could actually swallow the knot. So despite the way his body screamed at him to suck Starflight dry, Clay relented with a shiver and left his muzzle clamped upon his cock, like a warm sleeve.

Instead, he reached up for Starflight's claws. The NightWing's wrists went limp in his grasp until he brought them down above his head, resting them upon his horns. "Clay?" Starflight nervously asked. "What are you doing?"

But he didn't need to say a single word. A small smile crept across Starflight's cloth-wrapped face after a moment of silence. "Is this... so you don't make me cum by accident? So I can go at my own pace?"

Clay couldn't help but feel a blush flow through his scales as he let out a muffled "mhmm."

"Ah, Clay, that's..." Starflight seemed lost for words for a moment, instead letting out a laugh that was far richer than he had ever expected. "I'll be gentle, Clay. I promise."

He so wanted to tell Starflight to be as rough as he wanted, but he instead just sank his head gently upon his knot, fitting just a little more of it within him. That was enough of a cue for the NightWing to begin easing his head back and forth. The motions were unsteady and uncertain, surely driven by Starflight's lack of confidence, but it was hardly enough to distract Clay from just how loud he was getting. Whatever shame the NightWing had disappeared long ago, replaced with the pleasure from a MudWing maw swallowing every one of his ridges.

Clay had surrendered himself to Starflight, becoming little more than his personal cocksleeve, but that was more than alright. He chose to focus on himself more, though did his best to be subtle about humping again into the bedsheets. Normally, he would never make a sound when enjoying himself, but he found that with a dragon cock in his maw, he couldn't help but let out a small, muffled moan, letting his eyes close as the bed began to rock from his humping.

He had expected to service Starflight for a few more minutes, but it was apparent that just the rough, growly sounds he made were enough to whip him into a frenzy. Clay found his snout slammed into Starflight's knot harder and harder and more frenetically, as if the NightWing was slowly losing control of himself. "Clay," Starflight gasped as the MudWing nearly swallowed his knot whole. "Clay, you maw is... hrff, it's so wet. But will you be okay if I...?"

Without his words, all the MudWing could do was let out a long, rumbly groan, one loud and powerful enough that he could feel Starflight's entire body tense up around him.

Then he felt it - the sudden change in how the dragon above him handled his horns and his maw. Starflight grasped his horns far harder than before, with all of the confidence and conviction that he had lacked before, but this time Clay didn't find himself dragged down his shaft. Instead he found it rushing up to him and dark NightWing scales filled his vision as his friend thrust into him as hard as body could.

In a single moment, the timid, quiet NightWing had become anything but. Starflight handled Clay so confidently that the MudWing simply went limp in his grasp, only opening his maw wide enough for his knot to slide into his maw with an immensely wet pop. "Clay!" Starflight exclaimed, his face contorted in determination and need. "Clay, I think I'm... Clay...!"

And then the MudWing got his first taste of NightWing seed in his life. It surprised him to feel the single cumshot completely fill his maw, but Clay obediently kept his mouth married to Starflight's cock and drank down as much of the salty cream as it could. His efforts were in vain, though; he had barely finished drinking his first gulp before the NightWing filled him again, and cum began to spill from his tightened, knotted maw.

It was too much to contend with; too much to drink. Three cumshots in, Clay found himself pulling himself off of Starflight's cock, letting out a cough after swallowing the immense volume that he had to offer. "Moons," Clay gasped, "just how much are you going to-"

Then Starflight's cock throbbed again, and he shut his eyes right before being painted by a thick, gooey rope. "Sorry!" Starflight squealed as he painted Clay again. "I- I don't know what's happening! I don't usually-"

"It's fine," Clay said with a laugh. "Just keep going. Give me everything you've got."

Truthfully, he didn't know what was happening either... nor did he care. All he knew was that his friend had the potential to hose him down, and that he would very much like to be smothered in Starflight's seed. His claws found the NightWing's throbbing cock, and he pointed it towards his face. Starflight squirmed in his grasp, rewarding him with a deluge of seed that splattered across his entire face and drenched his horns.

It was only when the MudWing was more white than brown did Starflight's orgasm start to subside, spurting out in weak streams instead of launching across Clay's entire body. Clay dipped his head down to his length, decorating himself in the last vestiges of his cum as he suckled at its tip.

But Starflight batted him away, and Clay found himself instead shaking away the cum from his face. "Sorry, sorry," the NightWing gasped. "It's still really sensitive. Just... give me a minute..."

So Clay simply watched respectfully as Starflight slumped down back into the bed, a shivery mess of sparkling stars and shimmering scales. He considered the dragon before him, and something within him wanted to curl up around him and hug him tight. Then his cock throbbed in the sheets, and Clay realized that there was no way that he was going to be able to just cuddle the NightWing appropriately.

"Clay, what did we... just do...?"

Starflight's question came out in pants. His chest rose and sank as he took in deep breaths, as if he had just flown across an entire continent. "I think you just came all over me," he said matter-of-factly.

"Well, yes! Of course," Starflight protested. "But what... what did we just do?"

"We just had fun with each other," Clay said, reaching forward to rub Starflight's chest. "It's alright, Starflight. I had a lot of fun with you."

The NightWing curled up, his wings folding forward gently, but they failed to wrap around him entirely. "I... yeah. Yeah," he said, as if convincing himself. "Just fun with friends. That's all."

Clay could feel the tension emanating from Starflight. "If you're really uncomfortable with it," he said with a frown, mood dampened by his friend's withdrawal, "then we can just..."

"Clay?"

His heart skipped a beat. "Yeah, Starflight?"

"Do... do you think we could have some more fun?"

Clay's muzzle hung open slightly. "Yeah! Yeah, we can," he said, suddenly feeling abashed. Had he so little faith in Starflight that he immediately thought he hated the experience? "What... were you thinking about?"

"Well," Starflight said shyly, "I was thinking that maybe... I could give you a blowjob back?"

The MudWing could feel himself leak into the sheets just from the words alone. "I thought that you just wanted a blowjob," he said, trying to hide his disbelief.

"Well, y-yes, but..." Clay busied himself with wiping away the rest of the seed as Starflight struggled to find his words. "Don't you want to feel like how it feels, too? And, I have to pay you back for... everything. All of this."

"Only if you want to," Clay said. "I'm okay with or without it. I just want you to feel good, and it sounded like you had a good time."

"Clay, come on." Starflight began to push off from the bed, and Clay also jumped off just before the NightWing could bump into him. "Look, Clay," he said. "Are you still... interested in making me feel good?"

He nodded without hesitation. "Of course. You are my friend, after all."

"Then it'd make me feel good if I could... suck your dick," said Starflight after a long-suffering huff. "And well, you saw how I reacted when you picked me up earlier. You're just..."

"Just...?"

Starflight shook his head. "Come on, Clay. You have to know just how hot you are."

He let out a soft laugh. "Peril's the hot one."

"Clay."

"Alright, alright. If the smartest dragon says I'm hot, then who am I to argue?" He shuffled around the bed as Starflight jumped down. "So... how would you... like me?"

"Maybe we can do the same position? It felt... really good when you just crept up on me the way you did," he said, tugging nervously on his headband. "Are you sure you haven't done this before? It just felt so good."

"Honestly, I was just following the sounds you made. The cuter you sounded, the closer I was."

He blinked, not even realizing the implication of his words until a moment later. Starflight let out a soft squeak, and Clay was treated to the sight of the NightWing melting down before him yet again. "W-well, maybe I can try something similar," he said in a moment of lustful awkwardness. "Except the sound is, uh, a lot growlier and deeper and hotter and... yeah..."

Clay flared his wings out just enough to touch tips with a deeply embarrassed, horny Starflight. "Well, if you want to get that out of me, you'll have to start somewhere," he said as he flopped back on the bed, widening his legs to allow his endowment to breathe freely. "Catch my tail, Starflight."

He rolled out his tail, curling it around Starflight's lost claws. Clay pulled him up to the bed, right where he had sat before when enjoying Starflight. "Uh, Clay... w-why is it so wet here?" he asked. He prodded the soaked mattress a few times. Strands of precum dangling between his claws when he pulled them away. "Did... did you cum too? I heard you humping the bed"

"No, no," he said with a laugh. "I was taking care of you. I can do that on my own time."

"I won't let you," the NightWing swore with enough intensity to draw a grin out of Clay. "I have to pay you back for it."

The MudWing looked down, realizing that he could barely see his friend's face around the sheer girth of the pinkness throbbing before him. "I'll take whatever you can give me," he said.

The mattress sighed as Clay leaned back. He was admittedly extremely curious to see just how Starflight would handle him - the fact that he couldn't see ensured that the first impression of body would simply be by touch. His muscled body relaxed, legs opening wide as his friend gently parted them with gentle strokes.

Then Starflight's claws found their way around his knot, drawing a small murmur from Clay. "There you go."

But the NightWing's talons remained fixed upon the base of his cock, massaging it gently as they stretched towards each other. "Clay...?" he asked. "What is this? Some sort of practical joke?"

"I don't think I could joke about something like this," he rumbled.

"Yeah, but... I can't even get my claws around this," Starflight mumbled, a furious blush filling his cheeks. "Is this really your...?

The NightWing's claws began to edge up, trying their best to circle around his tapered length. They squeezed tight in their effort, leaving Clay groaning and pressing back into the sheets. His legs rose high in the air, toes curled as he gently kicked out - a physical outlet for expressing just how good it felt to have the smaller dragon stroking him.

And hearing Starflight's every reaction, every gasp and every coo, was just as devastating to him, for Clay wasn't just endowed, but massively so. Those small claws had barely crested past his first few ridges before Starflight had to pull himself up just to position himself better, reaching further along Clay's belly to keep it going. Precum spilled like water from a stream all over the MudWing's chest, flowing down to his belly and around his knot. It was musky and heady, an aroma that swiftly filled the room with its intensity, and he couldn't help but realize that Starflight's breathing had grown heavier.

"Are you doing alright?" Clay asked. "Do you... need to stop for a bit?"

"N-no," Starflight stammered. Clay let out a grunt, nearly splashing his muzzle with a spurt when Starflight squeezed his girth extra tight. "It's just that- I didn't expect you to... mmph..."

Clay sat back and enjoyed the tender care of his friend. The NightWing failed to prevent himself from pressing his muzzle up against Clay's ridges, smushing himself hard against its enormity. "How much more is there?" Starflight breathed. "It's still so thick..."

He looked down, and saw that the Starflight's claws only found their way half his shaft at most. "You still have some ways to go," he said truthfully, though he couldn't help but prod at Starflight's butt with his tail. "It'd be easier if you climbed up on me, you know."

"Climb? On top of you? Clay, I c-can't..."

Clay reached down with his claws, separating Starflight's grasp from his length, and twined their talons together. "Up," he grunted, pulling the NightWing up against him.

"Wait C-Clay, stop-"

But it was too late. The smaller dragon now laid fully atop him, their thighs pressed against each other as Starflight rested up against his chest. It was only then that Clay realized why he had been so skittish - Starflight was stiff all over again, smaller NightWing pride grinding against his slickened length.

The mere sensation of another dragon's cock grinding up against him - never mind that it was his best friend's - drew a heavy groan out of him. The rumbling itself left Starflight instantly babbling into his chest. "There's no way you're that big," he breathed. "This has to be a joke of some kind."

So Clay flexed his endowment, down from where their girthy knots met all the way up to where his tip pressed up into Starflight's chest, and coated not only his scales, but his snout with another round of preseed. "You keep on saying it's a joke, but it's just what it is," said Clay, grinning as he watched Starflight wipe his productivity off his face.

"But, but... you're... twice as big as me. At least."

"And?"

"I'm just, uh... a lot smaller than you." Starflight looked up at him, and the MudWing didn't find the aroused need that he had hoped to see. Instead, hesitancy dominated Starflight, and it was clear then that he was not enjoying as much as Clay was. "Are you... really going to enjoy this? I'm not a suitable partner for you."

"Ah, Starflight..." The MudWing did his best to ignore how his lust compelled him to fuck the NightWing into oblivion, and instead ran his claws down Starflight's back in soft, comforting strokes. "It's not about how big or small you are. I'm already enjoying everything we're doing already. That is what matters most. You're already a good partner for me. Don't overthink it."

Starflight remained quiet for some time. Clay allowed him his moment despite how stiffly they throbbed against each other, drawing upon his infinite well of patience as he continued to rub Starflight's back. "... But I still want to make you feel good," he said softly, his claws curling up against Clay's chest. "Especially after how you treated me so well. I might not be as big as you, but maybe..."

"You've been doing a good job of that already," Clay said, "but it sounds like you already have an idea or two in that big head of yours."

The worry that clouded Starflight's muzzle began to lift, replaced by a soft smile. "Just tell me if anything's off," he said, "and I'll stop. Alright?"

"Alright, Starflight. I trust you."

Then the NightWing began to climb up even further up his body, up until they faced each other. Clay struggled to keep himself from groaning as their cocks squelched each other, but the solemnity on Starflight's face was more than enough to quiet his protests.

Clay wanted to say something - something about the way his heart began to thunder in his chest, something about how strangely strong and determined Starflight appeared in that very moment - but he knew that even the slightest complaint would scare him away. Instead, he laid back into the bed as Starflight's snout dipped down talon by talon, sitting patiently to be claimed by this new dragon that his friend had become.

The question was presented gently, an inquisitive tongue lapping up against the bluntness of his own muzzle. Clay answered it by opening his maw gently, lapping back at Starflight's snout, and the NightWing froze atop him. He wondered for a moment if he had shocked him into inaction, but his concerns lasted for only a second before Starflight pressed himself more firmly against him. He opened his mouth in acceptance of Starflight's affection, their chests rubbing against each other as the NightWing pressed firmly down against Clay's muzzle.

Clay didn't know that a kiss like this could fill him with so much emotion. Warmth coursed through his entire body as he hugged back against Starflight, wrapping his massive wings around his smaller form as they began to explore each other's maws in earnest. He found himself grunting as he began to hump against Starflight's length, and the NightWing responded in turn; the dragons writhed against each other, their tongues entwined and cocks drooling all over their bellies.

"Moons, Starflight," Clay gasped as he tore his muzzle away. "Was this your big idea? Kissing me?"

The NightWing pulled back with an ecstatic grin and shivered, as if his heart had too much emotion for his body to even express. "I didn't think you'd let me," he said with a huff, thrusting again against Clay. "That's why I asked you to tell me if it was strange, or odd, or-"

"Again."

"Clay?"

He reached up and wrapped his claws around Starflight's wrists. It was trivial to lift him off his shoulders, replacing their empty grasp with his own talons. "Do it again," Clay breathed, squeezing Starflight's claws tight. "I need you."

Those three words were spoken without pretense. Clay was beyond simply teasing Starflight; that single kiss had ignited a passion in his body that he didn't know he could experience. "You..." Starflight whispered as he dipped his snout closer towards him. "Clay, I..."

The MudWing hugged Starflight down against him as they met each other once again. Clay couldn't help but moan furiously into Starflight's mouth, humping his length as hard as he could against his friend. Furious squelches filled the air as their cocks ground against each other, precum spilling freely all over their scales. Their tails sought each other in their lust, wrapping as tightly around each other as their claws did.

But Clay began to feel himself lose control, he forced himself to soften his thrusting. At first, it was because he wanted the moment to last forever - the threat of orgasm had long since built in his loins, but Starflight deserved his happy ending after being so forward and courageous. But Clay was also much larger than the NightWing, and he feared breaking him as well... and there was also the fact that there was far too much MudWing cock for Starflight to cover with even one of his longest and hardest thrusts. He could do nothing and Starflight could still find himself thrusting up against nothing but his immensity.

So their maws remained mated, as did their cocks. Clay's eyes rolled back as Starflight kissed him mercilessly, drool dripping around his muzzle as his friend let out harsh growls. He even found himself forced to push Starflight back up as the NightWing's affections became almost too much for him to handle... it felt so good to be wanted by him, all the same. It felt good to have Starflight so lusty and horny for him that it drew such visceral, intense passion.

... Which was expressed in so many ways, such as how Starflight fixed him with an intensely messy smooch, making sure to explore every last crevice of his maw with his tongue before coming up with a gasp. "You feel so good, Clay," he growled as his hips thrust down against him. "I never thought I'd want to do this with another guy, but there's just something about you..."

Clay desperately wanted to say something back, but Starflight frotted against him so fiercely that all he could do was moan and clutch the NightWing tight. He felt little spurts of precum splashing against his muzzle, and though he didn't know who it belonged to, he didn't care at all. He opened his muzzle to collect as much of it as possible, lapping it up discreetly enough so Starflight couldn't hear him before prodding him with his muzzle.

And of course, like the times before, Starflight accepted, but jerked back the moment Clay filled his maw with their salty pre. "Mmph! Clay!" he moaned as precum drooled down the midnight black scales lining his muzzle. "Is... was that...?!"

"It's only fair," he said with a grin. "Since you made me drink all of your cum..."

He wasn't sure what to make of Starflight's expression at that moment. For a moment, Clay thought that he was upset, but the NightWing let out a loud, shuddering moan that he had only heard once before - a moan that heralded an explosive orgasm very, very soon. "Clay, you can't just... moons..."

Clay found himself sinking into the pillows as Starflight smooched him back, his tongue forced back as the NightWing pressed him into submission. He could feel his friend's body shuddering against his own, thrusts rough and uncertain, as if he had nearly forgotten how to act anymore, and though he was just as close as Starflight was again, Clay persisted in holding himself together until his friend had the opportunity to enjoy himself all over again.

There was something about how raw and honest Starflight was in that moment that spoke to him. However skilled the NightWing was with his words, Clay felt that they could capture exactly none of the sensations they shared in that moment - the sight of them shuddering against each other; the sound of them moaning into each other; the feeling of them grinding against each other... it was simply an unfettered and unabashed sensation, something that spoke to Clay far more than a cleverly written scroll ever could.

It was more than enough to make him cum, had Starflight already done so. But his friend seemed to persist just as much as him in abstaining, though he was doing a much poorer job of it. "Starflight?" Clay asked, detaching himself from his drooling muzzle. "Don't you want to...?"

"You need to first," Starflight gasped. Clay sank into the bed as the NightWing snuggled his head hard into his chest. "I already got off once. It's only fair."

"Starflight," he said, this time more firmly. "You don't have to worry about me. Just..."

Then Clay felt something slip within him. His careful focus had been destroyed with the thought of Starflight painting his face all over again, and he let out a low, rumbly groan. His claws reached forward, clasping over Starflight's ass and squeezing it tight. "Starflight," he gasped as his cock throbbed intensely under him. "Starflight, I think I, uh..."

He knew that Starflight could feel every one of his twitches, whether they were in his scales or in his cock. The NightWing let out a similar growl, thrusting back against his swelling length. "Together," he said. "We'll... hngh, Clay, I can't...!"

They met each other in the middle, pressing their snouts together again in depraved need as they failed together in keeping their bodies in check. Clay could feel Starflight squirming and shuddering atop him, moaning soft nothings into his muzzle, and he could only return the same as he felt the dam in his loins finally break, sundered by his friend's forwardness.

There was no way to know who came first. The only thing that Clay comprehended was a massive gout of warm dragon seed exploding all over his muzzle. Their cocks spasmed against each other, pumping out stream after stream to coat brown and black scales alike in unrelentingly white cream. It quickly spilled out along Clay's body, drenching his chest and falling down his sides - a release of both dragon's pent-up need that made Starflight's mess look like a mere puddle in comparison.

But even in all the cacophony, Clay and Starflight kept their muzzles mated and their claws clutched around each other. Clay was no longer in control of his body, only subjected to the ride it took him on - despite how their cum crashed against their snouts and painted their faces, he persisted in kissing Starflight as hard as he could, mashing their muzzles together and filling his maw with his tongue. It was second nature, carnal and instinctive need that left the MudWing dominating his NightWing partner despite every effort to not impose himself... and it was hard to convince himself that it didn't feel good.

It was perhaps even a correct decision; Starflight's body relented against his, as if surrendering to his ministrations. He continued to romance him even as he could feel his friend's orgasm begin to peter away, and thrust his own spurting cock against Starflight's stiff, but merely leaking cock now. Starflight had came twice already, but Clay had been pent-up up until this very moment, and his body craved the amount of attention that he had smothered Starflight in.

To his surprise, Starflight was more than eager to return the favor, continuing to kiss him firmly and thrust against him even after he had spent himself. As Clay's explosive cumshots finally began to subside to mere spurts, he pulled his strong tongue away from Starflight's muzzle, and then it was just like the very first time they kissed - the act was gentle and soft, with all of the tenderness and none of the ferality they had just imposed upon each other.

They remained atop each other and in the warmth of each other's company as they came down from their orgasmic highs. It was Starflight who had finally broken the kiss, pulling himself away slowly. His mouth flapped open for a minute, excess drool spilling down his scales as, somehow, he had no words to fill the air with.

"That was... pretty good," Clay said, wiping thick, dense dragon cum from his face.

"Good," Starflight echoed as he slumped even deeper into Clay's embrace. "That's definitely a word for it."

"Sorry. You know I'm not good with those."

The sight of Starflight, blind, cumsoaked Starflight, beaming up at him dared to melt his heart. "It's alright," he said. "You have many other strengths. I can be the clever one between the two of us."

It would have offended anyone but Clay. "Appreciate it," he said as he let a lazy claw stroke down Starflight's back. "What kind of strengths are you talking about, anyways?"

"Well," Starflight began, but the MudWing flexed his cock underneath him, against the NightWing's smaller flaccidness as well as his chest scales. Though he wasn't clever, Clay thought, he still knew how to leave his friend breathless whenever he pleased. That in itself was a strength.

"... You're very strong," Starflight said after plenty of stammering. "Physically, I mean. You know how to lead. You know how to comfort others when they need it the most. You know how to-"

"Starflight, Starflight," Clay said, hugging him tight. "You know that I'm just a regular dragon, right?"

"You're not just a regular dragon to me," Starflight said with a huff. Clay's breathing stopped as Starflight curled up against him, nuzzling his chest and hooking his claws over his muscled shoulders. "You're one of the best dragons I know. All of these things I'm saying... it's not just me thinking you're hot. It's me thinking you're..."

Clay leaned in closer to the NightWing, but he said little more. Maybe it was the way his heart thundered in his chest; maybe it was the way his breathing tightened up, but it was apparent that something had spooked Starflight into silence. The MudWing let out a small sigh and leaned back, raising a claw to stroke at his friend's cheek. Whatever Starflight was on the verge of saying, it was clear that he no longer wanted to say it.

Besides, if Starflight really was going to say what he thought he would say, then he wanted it to be in a better moment than cumsoaked, post-coital relaxation.

"Maybe you can praise me more later," Clay said with a chuckle. "I think we can afford to nap for a while. Everybody else won't be back until the evening."

"The evening," Starflight said, exhaustion laced in his voice. "Do you think there's time for more... fun?"

"Is that what we're calling it now? Fun?"

"Maybe," Starflight said sheepishly. "It's a cute name, isn't it?"

Clay rumbled. "Not as cute as you."

It was a lame response, but one that drew a heavy blush from Starflight. "Shush," he murmured quietly. "You know what I mean."

"Well... maybe. This took a lot out of me, and you too. We can probably figure it out after we wake up."

"Y-yeah..." Starflight remained silent for a moment, and Clay thought he had fallen asleep before he spoke up again. "We'll do this again, right?"

It was the easiest question in the world to answer, so much so that Clay found himself tripping over his words. "Of course," he managed to say at last. "I'd love to have some more fun with you."

That was the only answer Starflight seemed to need. He looked as if he wanted to say something more, but instead his eyelids drooped over his eyes; his claws curled up against Clay's as he swiftly fell into somnolent silence.

And though Clay found himself wanting to sleep, all he could think of... everything that had just happened between him and Starflight in the past hour. Both romantic and amorous thoughts billowed through his mind as he considered the NightWing's cute, slumberous form, and even as his friend began to snore atop him, the MudWing found himself entertaining feelings he hadn't experienced since the very first time he had fallen in love.