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He sat there like a lost puppy with sad eyes as if he had just lost something precious. Occasionally, he would take a sip out of his chosen alcoholic drink but most of the time, he would be nursing at it. Being here, in this loud and obnoxious club, he was slightly out of place. The crowd was getting hyper and a rowdy gang just waltzed in. When he saw them, he grimaced a little and continued to take another sip out of his drink.

This guy was unusual because most would have come here with friends but he seemed to be alone, just looking at the crowd but not doing anything. Not only that, he wasn't much of a looker either. Plenty of guys were better looking than him and much more of a stud. Instead, he was just a normal average dragon. He wasn't wearing anything skimpy, to begin with, but a normal shirt and tight jeans. Although, those jeans were showing off his ass quite a bit.

He wasn't flexing his body to attract anybody; he just sat there. Overall, he was a nobody.

This was observed from a distance and somehow, it attracted his attention. A slight nudge from the side and he looked at who just touched him.

“Dude, what the fuck are you doing staring at that guy," a cheetah grinned cheekily. “He's sssoooo not your type."

The man looked back and sighed. “I thought you were going to bang that chick over there."

“And leave my main man alone? Oh, come on! We're here to have fun!"

He hated to admit it but his friend was right. The entire week was a series of stupidity at work that he just couldn't handle any more and being here in this club with his friends was a way to unwind. Well, he had other intentions as well. He was a little desperate for companionship because he was single and ready to mingle for far too long. He hadn't had high hopes to find anyone here but a chance still exists. Besides, the ordinary dragon wasn't his type.

As a hulking man of a bull, he leaned towards men who were just as large. Most of his hookups consisted of bulls, horses, and various large felines but when it came down to ordinary men, he could count with both paws. Built like a brick house, the bull was intimidating but at the same time, a truly hot man in public. He was hit on multiple times and was used to the attention. Not only that, he loved to show himself off.

When he felt like it, he would bare his chest out and sometimes idly flex his arms. This resulted in several of his shirts getting ripped apart but he wasn't angry. Instead, he loved the attention. It was a small price to pay but the acknowledgement and praises were worth it. His muscles weren't the only prominent feature of his entire stature because he was a handsome gentleman. His friends were jealous of him but it was always a fun night out whenever he was around.

“Ignio!" One of his friends wrapped their arms around his thick biceps. “Stop wondering and take action. You're always a confident man, why the sudden hesitation?"

That's right. Why the sudden hesitation?

“I'm not sure. I might be intruding on his personal space." The bull reasoned.

“Okay, look. He's not doing anything, just staring. He's basically people-watching while sipping on that nasty ass drink. Just go in there, ask how he is or why he's alone and get it over with."

Was it that simple?

“Ignio… if you don't fucking get your muscular ass over there right now, so help me, I will kick you so hard, you'll be begging for me to stop." Another came over, someone that's equally as large as him.

“Frank, you know I might take you up on that offer," he grinned.

“Shut the hell up and go! You're ruining our vibes!" He pushed the bull over.

Ignio chuckled and slowly walked towards the lonely male dragon. As he approached his target, he looked around, making sure that he was truly by himself. Once he was in range, he leaned over the counter.

“Hello."

The dragon saw the bull and squinted his eyes. “May I help you?"

“Oh nothing… I just saw you across the table and thought you might need some company," Ignio said with gusto as he lifted his right arm, flexing his large and enticing muscles.

The dragon didn't move or say a word about it. Instead, he may have looked slightly annoyed. “What makes you think I'm alone?"

“Hah… I was mistaken then. With friends?"

He said nothing back.

“Um… girlfriend? Boyfriend?"

There was a pause but before Ignio could ask another question, the dragon finally uttered his answer. “Over there… Dancing."

He wasn't expecting that. “Sorry. Didn't know you were taken."

As he was about to leave, the dragon asked something that caught his attention. “What made you think it was fine to approach me?"

Ignio didn't have a good answer. He didn't know why. As his friends said, this guy wasn't his type but at the same time, there was an aura around him that got him interested. “I'm… not sure."

“So you think that I'm a single dragon sitting by the bar, looking at other patrons and you think it was okay to hit on me?"

“Technically, yes. You gave off that signal."

The dragon shrugged. “You're right."

Another pause and this time, it was an awkward silence. “Oookkkaaayy… I'll be going now. Sorry to bother."

Ignio took a step but stopped short when the dragon revealed his name.

“Greg."

The bull turned. “What?"

“My name's Greg. If you're curious. That should relieve a part of your curiosity."

“Hah… maybe! The name's Ignio." He offered his large paw for a shake.

Greg didn't accept the gesture but after a smoldering look from the bull, he caved and accepted it. It was a hard squeeze and the dragon winced a little at the sudden grip. He pulled back and stared daggers at him.

“Whoops. Didn't know my own strength. We can be friends if you want."

Greg looked over at the table where he came from and judging by how loud and boisterous they sounded, he gave it a pass. Ignio didn't want to push his luck and waved goodbye, hoping to see him again. Once he was back to his table, his friends were eager to get all the dirt from his encounter. The bull told them exactly what happened and all of them rolled their eyes.

“Dude, he's just an ordinary guy," one of them quipped.

“Who doesn't join his boyfriend on the dance floor? Hmph! What kind of boyfriend is that?"

“Maybe someone who's looking to hook up," another nudged. “Yeah? Yeah? He's my type. Maybe I should give it a shot."

“Whoa whoa, not so fast," Ignio barred the road ahead. “Leave him be. I think he's not here to get hooked up on."

“Whatever, brah! Here's a glass to drown your sorrows, for getting shot down."

Ignio laughed. “Shut up but I'll drink to that!"

The group continued with their fun night, but now and then, Ignio would look back at the dragon and wonder where his boyfriend was. Unfortunately, he didn't have that luck because he left without another in his arms after an hour. He didn't know why but there's just something alluring about him.

—

“Great workout bro!" Ignio high-fived his workout companion. “Tomorrow, same time, same rack and remember to bring those damn gloves!" He waved and slowly walked away.

Yesterday night was just what he needed after work but once he got back and even in the morning, the thought of that very dragon continued to wander around his mind. He knew it was only a coincidence but he couldn't help but wonder about it. The gym helped push it back but now that he's done, he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

He shouldn't be like this.

Ignio groaned and looked at the coffee shop that he frequented. Upon entering, the exquisite smell of fragrant coffee entered his nostrils. That gave him a slight shiver and he was ready to order his first cup of latte for the day. He came here so often that even the baristas knew him by name.

“Anything new today?" Ignio paid for his drink.

“Same old same old." The cashier returned his change.

“The fuck you're talking about. We just brewed some new coffee beans. The boss wanted to try something new."

“Oh yeah… that… heh… I guess that's new."

“And that guy over there is the first to try it. Maybe you should do your job and ask him if it's any good," his manager scowled.

“Hrm… maybe I should!"

Ignio merely chuckled at their interactions. This isn't the first that that has happened but when the cashier walked out of his post to talk to the customer, the bull froze. It's him. The dragon. Why is he here?

Instead of wearing something that warranted indecency, he was quite the looker. Gone were those tight jeans and replaced with fitted slacks. He wore an unbuttoned brown cardigan and underneath was a plain shirt. This time, he wore glasses and his entire look was different. Yesterday, he looked like a guy who was ready to get laid but now, he looked professional and cool. He smiled at the cashier and Ignio stared.

Again, there's just something charming about him that he couldn't understand. The more he looked at him, the more attracted he became. Once the survey had finished, he wanted to introduce himself but at the same time, he didn't want to intrude. The dragon was working on his laptop and it would be rude to impose. Then again, he wouldn't have a chance like this again.

After a few minutes of contemplation, he decided to make himself known.

“Hello, fancy meeting you here." Ignio took a chair and sat at the opposite of him.

The dragon blinked for a moment. “Oh, it's you. I couldn't recognize you for a moment there," he stopped and smiled. “Yes, fancy meeting you here as well. What are you doing here?"

“Occasionally I would drop by this place for a cup of coffee. It's my favourite corner after my gym session. I've never seen you coming here before."

“This is my first time," he replied and stopped mid-sentence. “Actually I just moved here."

“Mm… the new kid in town. Nice!" Ignio smirked. “With your boyfriend?"

Greg blinked for a moment and finally chuckled at his words. “He's already in town. He lives here and I've decided to move in with him. If that makes sense."

At that, Ignio's heart dropped. “I see. I didn't know that."

“It's alright. I'm actually waiting for him while I work."

Now he feels terrible. All that flirting was just wrong and he needed to pull himself off. He wasn't a guy that's going to break another couple apart. “Well, I wouldn't want to take more of your time. If your boyfriend sees me, he might get jealous."

Greg gave a nervous laugh. “Yeah… He might…"

“Is he bigger than me? Stronger? More muscular?" Ignio flexed his right arm.

The dragon looked up and stared. He was clearly enthralled by the giant muscles that the bull had shown and he blushed a little. “N-Not really… He's… Um… Somewhat like me… but bigger. Average I guess. He doesn't really hit the gym as much."

“Damn, I guess you can't win them all," Ignio said sadly, acting as if he was disappointed and thankfully, the dragon caught on to him.

However, deep down, he was disappointed. He wanted to get to know the dragon more and to bring him out on a date but now that that wasn't going to happen, he had to retreat.

“It's okay…" Greg's voice trailed off. “...But… you look good. Really good."

“Aww! Thanks for the compliment. I worked hard on this," Ignio chuckled. “Best I get going. Maybe we'll bump into each other again. Bye!"

As the bull took several steps forward, Greg decided to call him out. “Ignio!"

He stopped in his tracks and turned. “Yeah?"

The dragon bit the bottom of his lips and inhaled and exhaled. “Maybe we can hang out sometime. You seem like a fun guy."

Was this an invitation? “What about your boyfriend? Wouldn't he get jealous?"

Greg shrugged it off. “He's not a controlling kind. I get to have friends, no? Besides, I'm new in town. Maybe a good fun bull like yourself could show me around."

Ignio didn't know how to react to this but when he was offered a pen and paper, he felt obligated to write his number down. He penned it down and handed it over. In return, Greg exchanged his own.

“Maybe we might catch each other up at the club."

“Um… Yeah…" Ignio nodded and walked away, clutching onto the paper close to his heart.

—-

“Are you fucking kidding me, you big oaf!" A paw smacked right at his thick shoulder that looked like a giant pair of boulders. “You should have declined! You know better!"

“I just can't! Okay! Geez! Cut me some slack!" Ignio raised his voice over the loud music that was blaring in the club.

Once again, he found himself drinking with his buddies and this time, not for the fun of it. He needed to talk to them and he figured the best way to go about it was to pour his heart out in a crowd and loud banging music. Several of them couldn't believe what he did and advised that he should have turned the dragon down but at the same time, a few of his guy friends were complimenting him. Albeit, these guys were horny fuckers and he should take their word with a giant grain of salt.

“Ignio, look… I know you're not an expert when it comes to relationships but by every celestial god above, you should have seen the signs," one of them berated. “He's got a boyfriend and you're here trying to slot your massive fucking dick in between them."

“Hey! No talking shit about his dick," another of his friend groped at his groin, “He's got a big one."

Ignio pushed the man off. “Now's not the time."

“Hah! I bet that cute dragon is the slutty kind. The moment he sees your hard weapon, he's gonna unfurl his tongue in the most cartoonish way," he commented and swallowed a single shot of alcohol. “And! And! And! He'll be screaming your name through the whole night! Fuck yeah! Fuck that tight dragon pussy!"

“Frank! Geez! Slow down!" Ignio growled. “Not everything is about sex."

“Everything is about sex!" He laughed boisterously. “This is a gay club with sssooo many hot guys. Every god damn corner of this place reeks of men and the meat is freshly stacked! Look at them!"

He's right. At every corner of this place is a hot guy that's more than willing to bone any slutty bottom. The ones who take it up their asses wore extremely tight pants that looked like it could rip apart at any given time. Meanwhile, the dominant male was shirtless all over, showing off their proud body and there were various body types. For Ignio, he leaned more towards men who were just as large as him but now, he was constantly thinking about average guys… like Greg.

His eyes darted left and right, scanning the whole area and his friends knew that Frank was right. Everything is about sex and it would be stupid to put out that reality. Ignio groaned as he leaned back. “Why am I obsessed with this guy? I barely know him."

“Because you're desperate."

“No, I'm not!" Ignio immediately countered.

“Dude, when was the last time you were in a relationship and I'm not talking about one night stand. I'm talking about real feelings."

The bull stopped to think and it felt like everyone could hear the gears moving in his head. “I don't remember."

“There you have it. You've gone for so long that you don't even remember when was the last time you had an intimate relationship with anyone."

“I… I just…"

“Shit!" One of them cursed.

“What?" Ignio looked around and saw a finger pointing towards the bar.

It was clear as day… Greg, once again, was sitting at the bar overlooking the crowd. This time, however, he was wearing something that looked much more revealing. His shirt was unbuttoned and revealed his entire torso. For a guy that looked average, he wasn't average. Instead, he had some good muscle wrapped around his body.

He couldn't see the scale around his body before but now, he finally revealed his underbelly. His scales covered his entire body except his under torso, which was slightly white-ish and that showed off his muscles even more. Unlike his own, Greg wasn't sporting a bodybuilder look. Instead, he was toned and defined, with abs that looked deliciously enough to lick and his chest looked great.

Who would have thought that an average dragon like him could be so attractive? Yet, again, a trait that reeled the bull in. He was about to get up but his friends pushed him down.

“What are you doing? He's probably here with his boyfriend. Isn't that what you told us last time?"

Ignio grumbled and looked away, arms akimbo. They were right and he shouldn't intrude like this but deep down, he wanted to slot himself between them. As the hour passed, the intrigued bovine kept looking at him. Greg wasn't doing anything but watching the scene that unfolded before him. He had an uninterested look on him, as if like he didn't know why he had come here. The few sips that he took finally emptied the glass and at that very moment, he decided to blend himself into the crowd of dancing patrons.

The bull immediately noticed this and didn't want to stay there any longer. He wanted to be with him and was curious about where his boyfriend was. “I think I'll mingle around in the middle."

“Dude, you barely dance. You have two left feet. What the fuck are you doing."

“Can't a guy just go to the dance floor and shimmy around?" Ignio said as he got up.

“Hell yeah! I'd love to see you shimmy that large and round bull ass. God damn you've got amazing glutes."

“Aww thanks but you've exceeded your compliment limit for the day."

“Bah! You're not fun."

Ignio laughed and guided himself to the dance floor but not before slapping his ass to give his horny friends a good tease. They were hooting and hollering like a bunch of maniacs and he was glad that they were his close friends. Once he was in the crowd, he tried to look for the dragon. However, with such poor lighting and bodies gyrating up and down - not to mention the gropings - it was difficult to manoeuvre around.

Some of them even managed to rip his shirt and his entire torso could be seen. He sighed and didn't cover himself up. This isn't the first and was probably expected. Ignio knew this would happen and that's why he rarely found himself on the dance floor. After a few unnecessary fondles from random paws, he finally found him.

Greg was moving along with the music and he seemed to be alone. He half expected his boyfriend to be around. Perhaps he was and couldn't see him. Ignio surveyed the area and after a few minutes, he couldn't wait any longer. He inched himself closer to the dragon and when their bodies bumped, he apologized.

“Oh, crap. Sorry!"

The dragon rubbed his sore spot and looked at the man next to him. “Ignio? What are you doing here?"

“Greg? Oh shit, what are you doing here?"

“Just wanted to unwind a little."

“With your boyfriend?" Ignio inquired loudly because the obnoxious music was drowning out his voice.

“Oh! Ah! H-He's in the bathroom. He probably ate something bad. Heh…" He looked away and continued to move awkwardly.

Ignio wasn't convinced. Every time he asked about the aforementioned boyfriend, he was never around. There's something fishy going on and he needed to know the truth. “Greg! There is no boyfriend, is there?"

“What?" The dragon shouted. “I couldn't hear you."

This time, the bull growled deeply. “There is no boyfriend!"

“Boyfriend? Oh, he's in the bathroom, I told you!"

“Greg!"

“Hold that thought!" The dragon took out his phone and started shouting at whoever was on the line. Once he cut off the call, he had to leave. “Sorry! I have to go!"

“Greg!"

The dragon pushed through the crowd with difficulty and once he was out, he bolted to the exit. Ignio was left stunned in the middle of the floor. It took him a few minutes to finally come down to reality. With clenched fists, he pushed through the bunch of horny men and ended up with his friends once again.

“What the actual fuck. Ignio! We saw you dancing with that twinky ass dragon."

“He's not a twink," the bull scowled and quickly downed several shots of alcohol until he choked himself. “But a liar!"

“Bro, calm the fuck down."

“That dragon is lying. He's got no boyfriend. He came here alone. Do you even see anyone around him?!"

“You mean besides you?" His friends pointed out.

“I… He… I mean… Graghh!! Fuck!" Ignio blurted out. His temper was rising but thankfully his friends were here to douse the fiery rage.

“Maybe you're coming in too strong. Maybe he doesn't want to be pestered," one of them said.

“Or he may not be lying about that boyfriend." Another chipped in.

Ignio didn't know what to believe anymore. For now, he had to cool off before he started flipping the entire club upside down.

The days went by and work came as usual. Sometimes, the bull would be thinking about the dragon and when he does, his fur bristled out of anger. Was he such a bad guy that Greg didn't want to see him? Or maybe approach him? It makes no sense! They exchanged numbers and he was genuine about it. There wasn't any hint of malice in his words.

Or… Perhaps…

He really does have a boyfriend and he's reading it all wrong.

Ignio fumed at that thought and continued dragging himself during work time. At times, he would purposely visit the coffee shop right after the gym too, perchance, stumble on the dragon but after five consecutive days, he gave up. Even the barista said the new customer hadn't shown up. It was only a one-time thing and he may never come back.

At this rate, he would never see him again. The club maybe but after what happened, Greg was probably scared and had second thoughts about coming here. The weekdays finally ended and when the weekends came, he found himself drinking his sorrows in the club. It wasn't common for him to hit this place frequently but after last week, he wanted to. His friends were more than happy to indulge in his sad situation and kept telling him that there were plenty of fish in the sea.

“After one pathetic man and you're throwing in the towel? That's pretty sad, even for your level, Ignio." His friends said.

“I know but this dragon has been messing with my head a lot. I don't know why." The bull sighed heavily.

“May I suggest a psychiatrist?" One grinned. “I could get you a discount."

“Oh fuck off, you slut," Ignio laughed. “I'm still mentally stable."

“Dude, just go talk to some random guy over at the bar," a finger pointed towards a tall and muscular wolf who was busy flirting with another guy who was just as big as him. “I bet that huge knot is going to feel fucking great inside of you."

“What happen to talking?" Ignio punched at his friend playfully.

“Maybe we can talk?" Out of nowhere, a voice was heard and when the group of friends looked at the source, Ignio was the first to call out his name.

“Greg?!"

“Hi… Ignio…"

“W-What are you doing here?" The bull got up to his feet and stumbled towards him.

“I…. I wanted…. To talk… If that's okay with you." Greg said nervously.

Ignio looked at his friends. They stared back and immediately gave a thumbs-up.

“Alone…" Greg said.

And the thumbs quickly went down, all of them growled and scowled at the dragon.

“Um… Sure… We can talk on the balcony. It's somewhat quiet over there… Don't need to shout and all that," Ignio said and guided the dragon. He looked back at his friends with a concerned expression but at the same time, warned them not to follow.

The balcony was behind a curtain and once they were outside, Greg whistled at the sight. “Wow! This is beautiful."

“Oh yeah, the city lights are pretty awesome at this hour. It's probably one of the greatest sights of the city."

“It's as starry as the countryside," Greg said, his eyes sparkling wonderfully.

“Ah… Didn't know you hailed at such a small town."

“It wasn't small in terms of population but the job opportunities weren't great," Greg said as he leaned over at the railing and stared lovingly at the city lights. “That's why I came here."

“With your boyfriend," Ignio finally pulled out the question card. “Where is he anyway?"

Greg didn't answer the bull immediately. Instead, he kept silent for a long while, probably pondering the right answer. Ignio leaned next to him with his back over at the supporting structure of the balcony, his eyes fixated on the man. Apparently, he wore the same kind of revealing outfit the last time he saw him.

The dragon finally sighed and closed his eyes solemnly. “There is no boyfriend. I lied."

Ignio got his answer. All doubts vanished and it felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulder. “Why?"

“When I first saw you, I couldn't believe that a hot guy like you would approach an average guy like me. So… I lied."

“What the hell kind of excuse is that?"

Greg turned towards him and sighed. “Ignio. You're probably the hottest and biggest guy in this very club. You should be catching guys of your same stature but when you approached me, I just couldn't handle it. I was afraid and new to this place. I didn't know what to do."

“Okay… Noted on that… but what about the coffee shop?"

“I… I thought I handled it better."

“But you still lied about waiting for your boyfriend." Ignio squinted his eyes at him.

“When you tell a lie, you stick to the lie," Greg inhaled and exhaled, trying to keep himself composed as he blurted out the truth. “What else can I do? I can't just say 'Sorry Ignio, I lied in the club and I'm honestly just here for the heck of it'. Is that what you want me to say?"

Ignio frowned and scratched his chin. “Well… Not exactly… But… I guess that makes sense."

Greg buried his face in between his paws. “Sorry, I lied. I didn't know what to do. I've never had a boyfriend before. I'm not very good at this."

“Dude, nobody is good in relationships. Most of us learn as we go along. However…" The bull lowered himself to the dragon's eye level. “You need to look at me and answer me this. Where is your boyfriend?"

The dragon looked up and stared at him as he blinked for a second. It finally hit him. He wasn't asking because it was funny or ironic… He was asking because he needed to hear the truth but in the most convincing way.

“I don't have a boyfriend."

Those small little words carried a whole lot of weight and both of them hugged.

“Glad to hear that."

“Oh? And why is that?" Greg nuzzled at the bull's chin.

“Mm… because I get to have a chance with you."

“You mean to tell me that I have a chance to be with the hottest guy in town?"

Ignio smirked at that. “Am I the hottest guy in town?"

“At least to me."

“Heh, you have a way with words," Ignio kissed the dragon's forehead and made his decision. “I'd like to know you better and I think the club isn't the right place for it. How about heading back to my place?"

“A sleepover?" Greg asked.

“A sleepover?" Ignio scoffed. “We're not fucking ten."

“No but I bet you're sporting a ten down there," Greg said devilishly.

That took Ignio by surprise. He wouldn't have thought that this innocent little dragon was such a horndog. Tonight will be a good night, and he bet on it. They walked back into the club and the bull informed his friends about his departure. They were confused at first, but after looking at the guy wrapped around his arm, they knew where this was heading.

Ignio guided his companion of the night to his car and when he saw what he was driving, Greg was amazed at his ride. The bull figured that with a body like his, it would be best if he bought a bigger vehicle than normal. He came up with a pretty cool ride.

The bull beamed with pride and throughout the drive, they got to know each other better. Greg wasn't as anxious or nervous any longer and this time, he was being true to himself. Ignio appreciated that and when his paw held against the other, it felt like time had stopped. It was then that their conversation stopped and nothing was said between one another.

It wasn't long before they reached their destination.

“Let me guess, your place is a mess. Bachelor pad? Cool ride? Hot flings now and then?" Greg commented.

“Fuck no," Ignio laughed. “About the mess that is. The others are pretty much true but hookups aren't exactly common in my books."

“A man such as yourself? I don't believe it."

Ignio took him in and when the door closed, he gently pushed the male against the wall and leaned his muzzle close to his. “Believe it…"

“I-Ignio… Um… You're pretty close to me."

“How about we get even closer?"

And that's when their lips connected. That simple touch of the muzzle was what both of them needed. Greg softly moaned and slowly, his eyes closed, his arms gingerly wrapped around the man's thick neck. Meanwhile, the bull was getting far more aggressive with the kissing. Their tongues wrestled with one another and he was winning. The more he kissed the male, the more his heart throbbed and the bountiful lust greatly rose.

With both paws, Greg fondled against the bull's chest and when he found the buttons, he flipped them off one by one and when his entire torso was revealed, his fingers gently grazed in between the valley. Ignio did nothing and allowed his companion to do as he pleased and when he came up for air, he inhaled deeply.

Both males gasped as they split apart, a strand of saliva connected between them. Greg pushed the man's shirt even lower and eventually it came off. He looked at him and bit the bottom of his lips. What he saw was a dream come true; he was truly the hottest guy in town.

The size of his amazing chest was massive and he'd seen plenty of guys walking around with their chest puffed out. Compared to him, they were nothing. Ignio sported an admirable set of abs and with the help of the light above them, he managed to see the perfect carve of muscles that set this man apart from everybody else.

The bull knew what he was thinking and wouldn't want to break the spell. Instead, he flexed his entire body up. The moment it tightened, his muscles were far more prominent and this pushed the dragon to a whole new level of lust. He couldn't help himself any longer. His paws would fondle about and grope as and when he pleased. Each time his fingers travelled in between the nooks and crannies of his body, Ignio would inhale and moan.

“Keep doing that and I will have no choice but to ravage you right here," Ignio warned.

“And what if I want you to?"

Ignio lifted the dragon's chin so both of them could look at each other. “Do not try me."

“But I want to." Greg grinned.

That was the final straw. Ignio had to have him and he did so by ripping the reptile's shirt apart. It was ripped to shreds and he half expected the man to berate him but instead, his eyes continued to be fixated upon him. He didn't care if he didn't have anything to wear the next morning because all he wanted was what came after.

Ignio lifted the man and cradled him in between his arms. “My bedroom's just around the corner."

“What happen to using me now?"

“Mmm… You're a cheeky slut… I like that."

Once they were inside, the bull dropped him down. As his large frame loomed over his body, he slowly unbuckled the man's pants and slowly pulled them down with ease. What he saw next painted the dragon into an entirely new light. He may be an average-looking citizen but what he was packing between his legs wasn't ordinary.

His cock was pulsating with each passing second and initially, he thought that the dragon was fully erect but a simple touch indicated that he was sporting a semi. If he was already this large, it would be a mammoth when it's fully erect!

“Should have known that you're hung like this." Ignio smiled as his large paw wrapped around it.

Greg inhaled sharply and exhaled. “Glad that you didn't underestimate me."

Ignio licked his lips and slowly pursed his lips around the cock head and when he tasted a unique scent of the reptile, he moaned. All of a sudden, his musk was a drug to him and the moment he inhaled at the source, the bull swallowed more of his length. Now that a warm cavern had wrapped itself around that burgeoning cock, it began to grow and harden.

Greg gripped the bedsheets and tried not to claw through them. His toes curled as an immense sensation washed all over him. Even if he tried to pry this man off his hardening shaft, he wouldn't be able to because the bull clamped around him like a vice. He would pull his muzzle off for a moment, leaving only the top around his lips and slowly dragged it down his length. It was torture but at the same time, felt extremely good.

It only took a few minutes for him to get fully hard and in that time, Ignio couldn't fit in his mouth any longer. He pulled himself off and gasped for air as he stared at the monument of meat that was presented to him. The bull had a wicked grin on his face and from the looks of it, he wanted to play with his prey even longer.

However, Greg wanted something else. He may be the bigger male but he had his needs as well. He stopped the man and pulled his crotch close to his face. As with his own, he unzips his pants and once it flopped to the ground, a thick bulge appeared right in front of him. The dragon leaned closer to take in his scent and it was just what he needed. He teased the man and Ignio shuddered at every touch.

“You're not making this any easier for me, huh?"

“Why would I?" Greg said. His fingers deftly crossed in between his hard abs and lowered to the rim of his underwear. He tried tugging it down but with his cock in the way, he needed to push it away. That act itself got the bull hot and bothered.

Ignio tried to keep himself composed but after everything that just happened, he wanted to skip to the main event. All of this foreplay was great but his patience was wearing thin. He pulled the last of his garment off and pushed the male to the bed, showing off a hard expression as his body towered over. “I'm done playing games."

“But I like to play games," Greg said and pulled the bull down. They kissed and that's when the power struggle began.

Ignio could easily overpower the dragon in seconds but somehow, he wanted this to last. All of his nightly hookups didn't have this effect on him but this dragon… this average run-of-the-mill dragon… he was special. The bull moaned as their bodies crashed upon one another, gyrating their hips as their cocks rubbed and pressed. It wasn't long before they started spurting out pre and it was enough to push them to another level.

Greg suddenly pushed the bull over and this time, he was right on top of him. He held onto his paw for leverage, their eyes locked in as they breathed in deeply, panting with a certain kind of need. “What do you want."

It was a simple question but took Ignio a while to answer. At first, he didn't know where this was going but after a few seconds, he realized his position. “Fuck me."

“Yeah?"

“Fuck yeah," Ignio growled deeply. “That cabinet, first drawer, get the lube and you'll find some condoms. I'm fine if you wear one but I know what I want… I want your seed deep inside of me… I want your babies swimming in my body. You like that?"

Greg cursed loudly and scrambled to get the lube. He forgo the condom and when he started lathering himself, the bull laughed. “I knew you'd see it my way."

“It's not your way. I just want to."

“Are you sure?" Ignio said with confidence as he lifted both legs to reveal his pulsating hole. The bull wasn't a stranger when it came to getting his ass fucked but pushing the dragon to his limits was something that he was beginning to enjoy. “You're fucking the hottest guy in town. A big muscle sub like me offering his tight tail hole. If you do it right, I'll be moaning your name in and out."

“Shit shit shit shit shit!" Greg uttered loudly. “Why do you gotta be this hot?! I can't stand it!"

He just couldn't and sloppily bathed that bull hole. It wasn't enough but the situation was dire. His impulse to breed grew to its limits and all he could think of was fucking. The moment his cock head entered into the tight cavern of the herculean bull, both males moaned out of pleasure. Ignio hissed and squirmed underneath the smaller reptile. It's been a while since he'd been a bottom for someone like him and it was time to break that spell.

Meanwhile, Greg's body trembled and quivered, unable to keep himself steady but he was still conscious. The last time he had sex like this was years ago and once the feeling came through, he remembered the past and none of them compared to what he had now. Even with just the head sliding in, he had the urge to orgasm. He tried to gather himself and after a few seconds, he started moving his hips.

More of his length sunk into the bull and Ignio took all of it in like a champ. He claimed that he had taken men that were just as big as him and he told the dragon to fuck harder and faster. After all, he had years of sexual experience that he could take anything that his man had to dish out.

Greg pulled himself off and slowly struck deeper into his bowels. The more his length went in, the harder it was to go slow. By this point, the rutting was all he could think of and since the bull claimed that he could take in anything, he wasn't holding back. He pumped deeper and picked up the pace, fucking in as much as he could. The bull's legs were spread wide open and with his help, able to maintain a good grip on his movement.

Ignio bit the bottom of his lips and began to moan out of desperation. This was what he needed… this was what he needed for the night. After a week of this dragon walking into his mind daily, his curiosity and wonder had been fulfilled. His pectoral muscles bounced with each pound, giving the dragon a sight to behold. Those thick muscles were a godsend and without even thinking, groped around them like a pair of stress toys.

The bull didn't mind it one bit. In fact, he wanted his man to do this. His muscles weren't just for show but also to be worshipped and played with. He pulled both arms up and started flexing, giving him a show of what he could do if he had properly venerated around his body. Greg cursed loudly and fucked even faster. He would slam like his life depended on it and at times, slow down to catch his breath.

As all of this was going on, Ignio was a blubbering mess. That dragon's thick cock was doing wonders inside of him. It's been a while since he had someone this hung and he wanted it every day. He could feel his large meat rearranging his insides but at the same time, constantly pummelling against his love button. Every thrust was intense and this resulted in a very leaking bull.

Ignio panted breathlessly, his eyes filled with lust as he stared at the dragon. He was definitely different from the men he was used to. All of them were muscular and large, thick in stature and were more than happy to flex for each other but this time, this wasn't it. Greg wasn't like them; the complete opposite. There was nothing special about him. He may look good with somewhat toned muscles but besides that, he was just your average male.

His friends may have been right but he didn't care. The cool and composed demeanour of the dragon was what he was attracted to and now that he was buried deep inside of him, the fiery feeling grew even more intense. Ignio tried to grab his throbbing cock but Greg slapped it off.

“You're not doing any of that. I want my bitch bull to cum while I'm fucking him."

Wait? His bitch bull? What does that mean?!

“The fuck do you mean by that! Ahh!!" Ignio moaned through his words.

“It means you're cumming handsfree and I want you to remember this feeling," Greg growled. “I want you to know that this is the best sex that you'll ever have. A guy like me, a simpleton is giving pleasure to a guy like you, the hunkiest man alive. I've never seen anyone that's as good-looking and pleasing as you!"

“Greg! That's just!! Ahh!! Fuck!! Right there! Nngghhh!! Mmmm!! You're doing it… It's so good…"

Ignio was a complete mess. There's a whole whirlpool of emotions going on inside of him and he didn't know how to address them but one thing for sure, he was going to let himself go. Greg even held onto his chest and the bull instinctively hardened them up. Despite his situation, he knew what he had to do to encourage his top.

“Your muscles are incredible!" Greg said breathlessly. “I still can't believe I'm fucking you."

“You better believe it! Aww shit! I'm so god damn close!"

“Yeah? You like that dick?"

Ignio threw his head back and that made his body arched a little bit. When that happened, that girthy cock hit something inside of him that made him go crazy. His cock throbbed even wilder and in due time, it exploded without warning. The wonderful sensation that coursed through his body was more than enough to knock him out but he tried to stay conscious.

Giant ropes of cum splattered all over his muscles like an artist throwing off paint on a blank canvas. His voice howled through the night as his deep rumbling roar shook the very room. The sight of the bull cumming was a quick turning point for Greg because, as with him, he wasn't about to hold back any longer.

The bull's ass tightened up like a vice and it was enough to push him to the end. Greg snarled one last time with a final pound and his hips embedded right inside of him. His thick meat pole started pouring warm cum as he flooded the man's anal walls. At one point, he was even convulsing from sheer pleasure. The floodgates were unleashed and judging from how hard he was unloading, this was going to be a big one.

As more of his essence was plunged into the giant bull's accepting hole, Ignio moaned like a slut. He squirmed at each passing shot because he could feel it coursing through his bottom half. After fucking several men in his life, he nearly forgot what it felt like to be the bottom bitch. He even smiled and licked his lips devilishly while he stared at the gasping dragon.

Greg couldn't move his body, as if he had turned to stone but after his orgasm slowed down, his mind was coming back to earth. His mouth was wide open, tongue out and even drooled on the bull underneath him. Eventually, he took notice of this and wiped it off. When he saw the mess that was Ignio, he gulped and admired the thick bull.

His muscles were not only painted in sweat but also glazed with cum. The scent that this bull emitted far surpassed any man that he had encountered. Not only was it manly and powerful but also invigorating. It didn't help that Ignio began to play with the cum that had landed all over his chest. He started smearing his own seed all over his body, his muscles looked even better now and the way it bounced, Greg didn't know if he could stay flaccid any longer.

Ignio chuckled and pulled the dragon down to him. “I can feel you inside of me and it's hot."

“I… I guess it is… You… you look incredible…"

“Yes I do," Ignio said with a knowing grin. “What are you going to do about it?"

Greg cursed loudly and pushed himself up and this time, he was filled with lust and desire, his body reborn to have another round with the bull. Before either of them could say anything, the dragon's hips started moving once more and this time it was easier due to his first orgasm.

That hole slurped his entire length up easily and the sloppy second played a symphony of music that raged into throes of pleasure. Ignio wanted to stop him but his body wasn't going to let that happen. His hole was extremely sensitive by now and even after letting off several spurts of cum, his cock had begun to harden up back again.

This time, their eyes were locked with each other, knowing very well what their hidden desires were. Greg held onto the bull's giant biceps, feeling the muscles underneath him and Ignio wrapped his strong legs around the dragon, never letting him go. Amazingly enough, the dragon had enough stamina inside of him to keep going.

Sweat rolled down his face, falling onto the bull, who accepted his musk without complaint. Ignio had his mouth wide open, gasping loudly, calling out the name of this man… the man that he had been thinking about this whole time.

“More! Again! More!!"

“Shut up!" Greg hissed. “You're mine to dominant! A muscle man like you becoming submissive… It's a dream come true!"

Ignio bellowed when he felt his prostrate getting fucked into oblivion. “Greg! G-Greg! Oh! Mmm!! Nobody has fucked me like this. You're so deep inside of me! I feel so full!"

“Of course! Ngh!! Your sloppy ass is just perfect! All that muscle training was to enhance the fullness of your ass. Yeah? Is that it? All those squats and lunges… making them big and hard… all for this. You're a natural born bottom."

Ignio didn't know he could be so vocal like this. From the exterior, he looked reserved and patient but now that the wall of shyness had crumbled, he was in the zone. The harder he fucked, the more he would call out on the bull and Ignio loved it. It's been a while since he had such a hardcore fucking in bed and this proved how much of a catch this dragon was.

This went on for far longer than both of them had anticipated. Greg ended up fucking the large bull for at least another hour and had him cumming all over again. This time, he was slightly embarrassed at finishing off too early. The feeling was just too good and he couldn't help himself. However, unlike Ignio, Greg paced himself properly. He stopped when he needed to and reignited their love session as and when needed.

Evidently, the dragon finally had his fill when he unleashed another hard dose of cum into him. Ignio shuddered with his eyes rolled back, his sweaty and cummy body was in dire need of rest but he wanted more. His muscles were beginning to feel sore because, after all that flexing, he needed a break.

With the last round of cum, Greg eventually flopped right on top of the bull. He had exerted his body to the point of no return and could barely move. Despite all that hard work, he was still smiling. He looked at the bull and nuzzled at his neck.

“Was it good?"

Ignio laughed. “Good? Probably the best fuck I've had in a while."

“I see. Good to know that I'm one of your top picks." Greg said.

“This isn't going to be a one-time fuck, if you don't mind," Ignio said confidently. “I want you to be a frequent bedside companion."

“Wouldn't you want a bigger man beside you? You know… Someone far more muscular and as burly as you? I can't be like you, you know that right?"

Ignio brushed that comment off. “What makes you think that I need to have another big man beside me? Just because I train like this doesn't mean the guys I pick up must be like me. Life is short man, live it."

Those words carried some weight to it and Greg took his advice to heart.

As they lay there in each other's arms, they slept through the night. The weekend came and went and it was now the weekdays.

Ignio was back to work but this time, with a smile. His co-workers saw his gleeful expression and knew what went down during that weekend. The bull didn't want to say too much about his sexual encounters but this escapade was different. He had a certain feeling towards the dragon and they eventually decided to meet for dinner.

At times, he would bump into him after his gym sessions. Greg would be working on his laptop in the very same cafe that he liked and whenever they met, their conversations went on longer than they usually were. Dinner nights turned to regular meetups and this went on for several months. Ignio's friends knew what was going on between the both of them and kept pestering him to take the next step.

Ignio wasn't comfortable but deep down, he wanted to settle down and Greg seemed to be fairly interested in him. Perhaps he will reciprocate but the only way to know this was to make a move and after a month had passed… Things changed.

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Greg was leaning by the bar by himself, watching the crowd in front of him dance and live their life. Being here in the club brought back memories; good and bad. He needed to get away from work and people. It's been a terrible week long and this was the only place that he knew how to unwind.

However, his point of relaxation came to an abrupt stop when a large frame loomed over him. He looked up and saw a burly wolf looking down at him. “Waiting for someone?"

“Um… Hello?" Greg said.

“Hello indeed," the canine licked his lips and leaned closer towards the dragon. “It's unusual to see a cute guy like you being alone in here. Are you not having fun?"

His deep rumbling voice sent shivers down his spine. “Yes, actually."

“By yourself?"

“Can't I?" Greg replied.

“You're in a club with good-looking guys everywhere and you're having fun sitting here by yourself at the bar? I find that hard to believe."

Greg didn't know what to do. By now, he was feeling awkward. “S-Sorry but I'm actually here with my boyfriend?"

“Oh? Boyfriend?" The wolf looked around. “I don't see him around you."

“He's fetching me a drink by the other side of the bar… heh… Yeah…"

“Boy, don't lie to me," the wolf sniffed at his insecurities. “I can smell them."

“I'm not lying!"

“Then tell me… Little dragon… Where is your boyfriend?"

Before Greg could say anything, he felt someone bump right behind him. “He's right here."

Ignio was holding on to two drinks and slowly placed them down. The wolf stared at the giant bull and their eyes were burning with dominance. When two alpha males decided to fight for their mate, things just wouldn't go well and to prevent that, Greg quickly stood beside his man.

“We got a problem here?" Ignio growled with both fists clenched. “He's with me."

“Why you sneaky bastard," the wolf snarled. “I saw him first."

“Fuck off. He's mine!" Ignio raised his voice.

“Whoa! Guys! Stop!" Greg pulled the bull back. “Hey, look… erm… Wolf guy… he's my boyfriend, okay. I'm not lying. Please, we don't want any trouble."

After hearing that, the canine stormed right off.

Once things had settled, Ignio hugged his lover. “I shouldn't have left you alone for too long."

“Eh, doesn't matter. You came back just in time."

Ignio smiled and kissed his lover. “So… let's review what just happened."

Greg rolled his eyes as he took over his drink. “It was nothing," he stopped after a sip and looked at the bull. “Am I… Yours…?"

The bull gave him a weird look and when he understood the situation, he gave his dragon another kiss and this time, with a tight hug that could nearly crush his bones. “You are mine."

Greg merely blushed after hearing that. “I guess I found my boyfriend."