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Cheating was wrong. Tramon knew this. Clearly, knowing that wasn’t stopping him.

“You call this a romantic getaway?” the human snarked a bit as they rounded the corner of a set of storehouses.

“Only with the greatest of sarcasm, Tra,” replied the lizardman ‘escorting’ him. Kalido, a good friend of Tramon’s for years, someone he trusted and valued deeply…and who also happened to be providing him with the illicit sex he sought. “You wanted to do it in a place that was a bit more exposed, this is probably the best we’re gonna get. Zed says everything shuts down for the night, we’ll be on our own, but we’ll be more or less out in the open. The threat of being caught is there, even if I’ve kept it pretty low.”

“Nice…uh, thanks again for not calling me a weird freak for wanting something like this.”

“Would be pretty hypocritical of me to call you a weird freak when I’m going along with it. Not sure I totally get it myself, though.”

“I know. It’s…I’m not sure why, either, I just know it’s getting me. Maybe I’m kinda twisted and part of me likes the threat of being caught and exposed…even with all that might come with it.”

Kalido shrugged. “Well, whatever floats your boat, man. I’m not big on being caught, though.”

“Oh, yeah, I mean…it’d probably end up being a lot worse if I was actually caught. But if we’re not, it’s just, you know, the fantasy of it only…heh, you know how easy it is to clean those up, right, Kal?”

“Tch. Too true.” The lizardman frowned a bit. “Sometimes it sucks having a noncon fetish…that’s one you definitely can’t act out, not without doing some nasty shit to someone.”

“Well, there’s ways of making it seem like it, anyway. So, uh…right here?” Tramon leaned against the wall of one of the buildings; they were in relative shadow, but there was nothing else blocking the sight line from either the left or the right, if someone appeared they would be able to see the two of them easily.

“Good a place as any, I guess.” Kalido started working his pants off, Tramon following suit within a moment. His were easier to get off on account of not having to deal with a tail, and he kicked them aside, making sure they were a little ways away so that it wouldn’t be easy to get to them on a moment’s notice, just amping up the danger level a little bit. As he reached down to finger himself, his digits started to work on a different piece of equipment than most would have expected him to have: a set of nice, eager pussy lips, primed for entry.

To say it hadn’t been an easy path for Tramon would have been understating it a tad. Born as Briana, he’d long been what some called a ‘tomboy,’ even though he had never liked the term. But it was true that he hung out with guys more, felt more at ease around them and more like they were his troupe, while other women just really didn’t do much for him in any way…to the point where there were times where he kind of didn’t want to be a woman at all, though he didn’t really understand much about that for a long time. It wasn’t until late in his teens that he learned about gender identities and transgender folks, the discovery of which made him curse how unwilling his family and teachers were to explain any concepts of gender and sexuality to him at all, because it seemed so RIGHT for him. Not long after, he had started to identify as male, took the name Tramon, and proceeded to transition to a more masculine state of being. The only thing that wasn’t quite along the usual lines was changing how he referred to his parts down below - Tramon knew plenty of trans folks were uncomfortable with certain ways of referring to their anatomy, and he had no issue with that, but to him it just felt weird trying to refer to them differently. Maybe that would change in time, he didn’t know, but he’d been advised to go with what felt comfortable and not overthink things, and that was what he was doing.

He had enough to think about outside of his body as it was anyway - there was plenty of external resistance to his transition. His family didn’t understand, with several extended family members refusing to refer to him as him, and his parents, while not straight-out disowning him, seemed to insist for a long time that it was simply a phase he would grow out of; only in the last year or so had they started to begrudgingly accept that this simply wasn’t the case, and Tramon still didn’t know how they really felt about that. Though at least they called him by his correct name. He encountered a lot of ignorance and hate from people around who knew about the change, which had led to a lot of heat and trouble in school and elsewhere - part of the reason that he was very quiet about being a trans male where he lived now, he only outright told people he trusted and tried to keep the accidental discoveries to a minimum.

But even considering that, Tramon felt he had an easier time than some. He’d always been pretty physically ambiguous, hadn’t had large breasts and they’d pretty much disappeared with the hormones, so his figure had an appearance that didn’t lead to too many suspicions. And he had had some support, his brother had been one of the quickest to accept him and one of his strongest champions towards the rest of the family, keeping his parents in line. And for everyone else, he also had Kalido. The lizardman had been happy to befriend him a dozen years ago, the shit-talking girl who seemed more manly than a fair few dudes he knew, and he’d been the first to hear about Tramon’s transition, and the first to accept it unconditionally. Kalido hadn’t really understood it initially but wasn’t about to let that stand in the way of things, and as he learned about it he realized how well it seemed to fit what he knew of Tramon, it just seemed right to him as well. He’d gone so far as to change his school plans so that he could move to the same city as Tramon, just to be sure that he had someone nearby that the human could count on no matter what else happened.

Although, there was perhaps another mildly ulterior motive to that…

Although Tramon kept his status largely secretive, there was one area he couldn’t do so: dating. He had told himself from the start that if he was going to partner with someone, they would have to know up front - he wasn’t going to lie to them and mislead them into thinking he was something other than what he really was. Of course, there were challenges to that, he didn’t trust just anyone with that truth, not when some of them could be violent or hostile to people like him. It had taken some effort, but he’d managed to find someone who was accepting of him, a guy named Brent who had promised to keep things on the down-low and vowed that Tramon would never regret hooking up with him.

Sadly, neither of those had been the case, and Tramon wasn’t happy in the relationship. Brent, unfortunately, turned out to be kind of a jerk, and Tramon had gotten the feeling that the only reason Brent was with him was because he had a particular fetish for transmen. He’d caught Brent bragging about his sex life with Tramon, outing him to people he didn’t know or trust, and among other things had an arrogance about him that quickly turned hostile whenever his ego was wounded. He seemed to care very little about Tramon’s interests and they only infrequently did ‘couples’ things together, during which time Brent was usually trying to get into Tramon’s pants. And whenever Tramon expressed dissatisfaction with something, the response he got was dismissive or even mildly aggressive, giving him the hint that Brent was trying to say he was lucky to have anyone without ever actually saying it. Tramon knew he probably should have broken up with him, but…there was a part of him that was so worried about being alone again, worried that he wouldn’t find anyone else, and that kept him dragging his feet.

He’d vented about all this to Kalido, the lizard listening and offering sympathies and not useless advice…until the day that Tramon had bitched a bit about how Brent was terrible in bed, and almost without thinking Kalido offered to give him a better time. That had been a bit awkward as the lizard had fumbled over his confession that he’d found Tramon attractive for a good long while but hadn’t wanted to cause any trouble during a time of serious transition for Tramon. The revelation had been quite the shock to the human, but the more he thought about it, the more he found his feelings for Kalido had grown a bit beyond chaste as well. It had started as just a bit of compensation to help Tramon through some frustrations so he could clear his head and try to get to a better place with Brent…an affair, though, never stayed as simple as that, and Tramon was regularly getting action from Kalido now, and getting a fair bit more emotional attachment as well, easy enough considering their history. It should have been more incentive to Tramon to end things with Brent, but his anxieties still nibbled at him enough that he couldn’t pull the trigger - once or twice he’d steeled up the nerve to approach Brent, only to have it crumble when he actually come up to his boyfriend. (Brent’s attitude towards any type of ‘talk’ admittedly hadn’t helped with that.) So it continued as it had…Kalido, at least, had never tried to force the issue, something Tramon appreciated even as he felt bad about it. There were times he almost wished Kalido would, he felt like he just needed that one more push to actually do what he should do, but reasonably he knew that had to be on him.

Right now, though, that wasn’t on his mind, he was much more in the moment. And seeing the lizard’s cock pushing out of his slit was certainly helping that moment be ever more exciting. Among the many things Kalido had over Brent was that, a sizable shaft with a bumpy surface and a pointed head that had a ring of short, fleshy spikes that flared out on climax - decidedly longer, thicker, and more stimulating than any human’s, at least as far as Tramon’s experience. He’d heard some people say that something like that couldn’t feel good, but as far as Tramon was concerned it was amazing, unquestionably superior. “For someone who says he’s not into the whole open air thing, you sure seem to be ready to roll,” he teased.

“That’s just because of you,” replied Kalido with a slight grin as he tossed his pants with Tramon’s. “It’s always happy to see you, and feel you. Even if a few inches get left out.”

“I’ll make it up to them.” Another thing that was on him…Kalido was big enough that he’d have to go extra-deep in order to fit all the way inside. Something Tramon knew he could physically accommodate, but…the issue was that once he went in that deep, he wasn’t able to get out until he’d shot his shot. And Tramon…well, saying he didn’t want that would have been stretching the truth quite a bit, it was more that in his mind, if Kalido didn’t finish inside him, then it wasn’t really THAT much of a cheat, was it? Obviously this was an excuse he was telling himself to help justify his actions, but it helped ease his feelings of wrongness just enough. Which wasn’t to say part of him didn’t want to feel in anyway…he wasn’t worried about pregnancy, the hormones and the species difference made that beyond unlikely, and he knew that pulling out in the moment was probably not the easiest thing for Kalido to do. The lizard had rejected the option of condoms, not liking how they felt and having issues with the way they interacted with his embellishments, so they had to make do with Kalido not going in all the way and pulling out of Tramon. Neither of them was complaining, it felt fantastic even as it was and it was a reasonable compromise…but the temptation was certainly there to take it further than he should.

They’d gotten good at resisting that, though.

“So…how do you want this?” asked Kalido as he stepped up to Tramon, tongue flicking out a bit as he huffed in the human’s scent of arousal.

“I’m in the mood for something a bit raunchier, I think…how about this?” Tramon turned and leaned against the wall, spreading his legs a bit in offering. “Pound me against the wall, you big stud…”

“Heh, it’s all good to me. Though I’ll be judicious about the pounding, so I don’t overdo it.” Tramon almost felt tempted to tell him to let loose like he wanted to, but he kept his mouth shut apart from a moan as he felt the lizard’s arms wrap around him and lift him a bit. The scaly hide was muted by their shirts, kept on tonight on account of it being just a little too cool; already Tramon was thinking they’d have to try this again on a warmer night so they could bare it all and really be exposed if they were caught. But he could still feel the mildly studly musculature Kalido sported - he wasn’t a gym nut but he did work out a bit to keep in shape, and he might not have been a bodybuilder but he had respectable form. Just another advantage over Brent, who was naturally bigger than Tramon but not very well-kept unless he wanted to be, and he usually didn’t.

Kalido’s weight pushed Tramon more into the wall, and one of those scaly fingers probed against his entrance as his hand rubbed up the human’s thigh; his cock slid over as well a moment later, though remaining outside for the moment, rubbing along his labia and making Tramon shiver. “Fuck, Kal…”

“Hope you don’t mind that I’m not gonna take it slow, Tra…being out here’s got me a tiny bit nervous.”

“That’s-ah!” A claw poked against his clit, not painfully but with enough sharpness to send a bit of a jolt through him. “That’s…fine, I think it’s probably…better we don’t prolong it too much, yeah…”

“Glad you agree. But I’ll try to compress a lot of pleasure into a short period.” The hand retreated down Tramon’s thigh to get a better grip, and now that dick stopped sliding along the outside, pulling back and realigning so that the pointed tip was nestled into that opening, ready to drive in. Tramon had enough time to relax and brace himself, so when Kalido pushed, his body yielded as readily as it could, letting several inches of reptile pole pierce the human’s cunt, getting a lout moan out of Tramon and a hiss out of Kalido. “Ffffuck…how is it you’re always so snug every time I go in for the first time?”

“Nnhhah…you’re just…that big, Kal…” The initial entry was always the part that created the most strain, but Tramon would have been lying to say it felt bad in any way - even the stretch felt good, sent shivers down his spine. He rocked in Kalido’s arms and squeezed down on him, feeling the bumps here and there within him as he pressed down on that thick flesh. The bumps were very smooth apart from that ring at the base of Kalido’s pointed cockhead, which had a bit more point to them despite being soft and flexible. Those tended to stand out more when Kalido pulled out, not so much on entry…and Tramon’s fingers curled against the wall as he felt the lizard do just that, dragging his cock out a few inches to run those nubs against the human’s inner walls and drive them wild before humping in deeper on the next thrust.

“I’ll never get tired of hearing you moan like that,” murred Kalido as he started to build up a rhythm. He was taking it relatively gently, not overdoing it like some people he knew liked to do; not only did restraint keep him from bottoming out when he wasn’t supposed to, but it just felt better to him than a frenzied romp from start to finish. He saved the high gear for the end, where it belonged. But the tight hold he had on Tramon made sure that what he did put into the human was felt pretty substantially, especially when Tramon clenched down on him - it was amazing that the human could make himself even tighter, and without feeling any discomfort from it.

The slow delve of that cock deeper and deeper into Tramon eventually hit its roadblock, the tight point deep inside Tramon that would prove difficult to bypass in the other direction. Kalido didn’t go any deeper than that, keeping himself from pushing beyond that point, though he let his tip bump against it fairly liberally; a few dollops of precum didn’t bother Tramon, since his own fluids were generally rushing in counter to that. The human was getting wetter by the moment from both of those sources, letting Kalido slip in more rapidly. Coming out was a different matter, as the spiky ring forced a bit more slowness; by now Tramon was used to the slightly uneven pace, faster in than out, and it seemed to do the trick for him.

The warmth rising in Tramon’s body was so wonderful and comforting that it was easy for him to get lost in it. Kalido was always so good to him, made him feel so fantastic…he pushed back into the lizard a little bit, trying to time his squeezes with Kalido’s withdrawals so that he could maximize the pleasure to his friend as well, knowing that those spikes were particularly sensitive to being flexed. He was on his tiptoes with one foot, barely able to reach the ground with the hold on him, but Kalido was keeping him upright and stable, using his own strength and weight to brace Tramon against the wall, letting him feel every bit of the rutting he was getting. Little spikes of ecstasy pierced through every few thrusts, making him call out a little louder and clench a bit harder. It wouldn’t be much longer…it was impressive how easily Kalido could make him cum just from his cock alone, though it wasn’t often that that was the only way Kalido made it happen during one of their romps. Tonight it would have to be, at least until they got back inside…

Kalido’s thrusts were starting to get a bit more uneven. “Nrghh…g-gettin’ close, Tra…gonna try to get you there before…”

“O-okay!” Tramon shifted and squirmed a bit, he was just about there, all he had to do was get that last little bit further before Kal couldn’t hold back anymore. The pleasure was building rapidly, Kalido was pushing it now, faster than before, almost hard enough to threaten to breach the human’s inner sanctum-

A somewhat loud, staticky squeal broke through the air around the corner from them. In an instant, Kalido’s hand shot over Tramon’s mouth, and the lizard’s weight almost slammed the human into the wall, the two going utterly still. Both of their hearts were pounding as they heard a mumbling from nearby, and the sight of a flashlight waving around. Their ‘empty’ space was suddenly not seeming as empty as they thought.

Tramon was thankful for the muffling, because he was still extremely keyed up. The lizard’s cock was wedged in deep, the tip pressed against his cervix pretty tightly, a thick presence that was quite pleasurable, but not enough to keep that on-the-verge feeling from ebbing away on its own. Which would have been a good thing, as it would have helped him settle down and keep quiet…except, Tramon was having a hard time not squirming and twisting and clenching down on it. His body wanted to cum, and it was fighting him, trying to seek its resolution on Kalido’s dick despite the threat of discovery. And that was keeping him on the edge, not enough to push him over but not enough to let him retreat.

Kalido was having a hard time with that, too, as he could tell from the tense breathing on the back of his head. “D…don’t…do that…” he whispered, so quietly Tramon could barely hear it even from just inches away. “I…can’t…pull out…without making noise…” That was too true, the tight fit made sure that they had a fairly noticeable squelching and slurping when they coupled, enough that it was a minor miracle they hadn’t already been discovered. And there was a mild throb in that reptile shaft that was a warning of a potential eruption if things went too far. He was definitely leaky, Tramon could feel fluids dribbling down his insides and out down the exposed inches of Kalido’s dick, thankfully not making a lot of noise…

The flashlight beam kept waving back and forth, occasionally disappearing but then coming back into view. The interloper didn’t seem to be interested in walking further towards where they could potentially see the two, but neither were they walking away. All Kalido and Tramon could do was try to remain still, hope that they went away, and then try to finish or just say fuck it and hurry home to cum in a safer place. But it was quickly becoming clear that that was a much more daunting task than it sounded…part of it was the lack of purchase Tramon had, his other leg had been freed but he could barely touch the ground with his outstretched legs, making it hard to use them to control himself. And the need to cum was burning fiercer the more he squirmed and clenched, the more he stimulated himself despite what he knew he should be doing…his mind was desperately trying to get him to stop, but his body wasn’t obeying.

And the risk was compounding as he felt that throbbing inside him…Kalido’s control was just as precarious at this point, he must have been fighting the urge to thrust again and orgasm, trying to respect Tramon’s desire despite the perilous situation. It was amazing how quiet he was able to be with his breathing, quieter than Tramon would have been able to do without the lizard’s hand clutching over his mouth, but all that would be out the window if he moved around too much. There was no way he could suddenly pull out without it being obvious…but if Tramon didn’t stop squirming, there would be no way for him to avoid getting flooded with lizard spunk.

If only that thought actually helped! But no, his body was just as uncooperative. The risks, the dangers, none of it seemed to matter…and the worst part was it was working, the heat was rising again, even in slowly, the desire for climax overriding all reason. Nothing was stopping it, not the throbbing of Kalido’s staff, not the risk of exposure…it was almost like part of him wanted to be caught! And that part was certainly fixing to get what it sought, trying to get him worked up to the point where he wasn’t sure even the muffling of his partner’s hand would do the trick…he was barely even aware that he was pushing against Kalido, adding more pressure as he pushed down, creating a tension inside him…

It happened without warning. Kalido suddenly gripped Tramon tight, and before he could even question what was going on, that cock was driven into him, buried to the hilt and filling the human like he’d never been filled before. By some inconceivable miracle, barely any sound was made from this, including from Tramon himself as his voice seemed to have cut off. The sudden stimulating burst was more than enough for the human’s needy body, and he was suddenly buffeted with a sensational climax, the probably-minutes of edging making the actual event far more impactful - Tramon could swear he was seeing stars, though it’s possible his head had just craned up enough to actually see them overhead. And then he felt it, the sudden rush of wet heat deep inside him…Kalido was cumming into him, filling him up with a deluge of reptilian batter, and it felt fantastic. The perfect compliment to the rush of orgasm, that warmth filled him robustly and spread far and wide through his loins, their mingled juices drooling down that shaft to cause white rivulets to flow out around Kalido.

Tramon wasn’t sure how long it lasted…it felt like time had paused for him for a bit, everything coming together to fry his brain briefly. When he snapped out of it, he was just feeling the rush come down, his body shivering a bit and not from the slightly nippy air. That had felt so good…the fact that he’d just breached his own rule didn’t seem to be diminishing that at all. He managed to get his breathing under control, and then tentatively looked over. The beam of light was still there…at least, for a couple more seconds, then it flicked off. A few quiet footsteps were heard, but they too were fading away. For tonight, they had avoided discovery…and while Tramon wouldn’t have called himself disappointed, it was a bit telling for him to realize that the thought of it going the other way didn’t actually give him the dread he would have expected. Did he actually sort of want to be caught? That was a touch unexpected…but, he’d have to think about that another time, there were other things more pressing on his mind.

Kalido’s dick was softening in him, and the lizard pulled out in sort of a hurry, letting some mess splatter out onto the pavement below. “Fuck, fuck…dammit…I’m so sorry, Tra, I…fuck…”

“Ah, it’s…it’s okay, Kal.” Tramon hadn’t expected his buddy to get that worked up over it. “I mean, goddamn, it’s my fault for not being able to stop grinding on you. I was practically fucking asking for you to unload in me…”

“N-no, not just that…I…” Kalido put his hands on his head, looking profusely guilty. “I felt that pressure, and I…I got this…perverted thrill out of…just…doing it, without asking. Even though I knew I shouldn’t, that you didn’t want to, I…fuck, that was so wrong…”

Oh…yeah, I guess that was…kind of something that twigged his noncon kink. Tramon stepped over and put a hand on Kalido’s arm. “Hey, hey…don’t worry about it, man. Look, it’s not your fault, I mean…god, even I could tell that I was all but begging for that to happen the way I was working you over. I can’t be angry at you for shoving it in with an invitation like that. We’ll just chalk it up to that, uh, thing we were talking about earlier, you know, making it seem like it was…uh, you know…simulating it, yeah.”

“You’re…really not upset over it?”

“Kal. If I was upset over it, do you think I’d have any problem reaming you out right now? If I was that pissed that you creamed in me I’d be straddling your face right now demanding you lick out every drop.” That got a slight smile from Kalido, helping to ease the distress in his features. “Honestly, if that’s what passes for noncon for you, I can’t imagine it’d be that hard to set something up that fits your tastes, because that’s pretty tame as far as I’m concerned.”

“I, uh, don’t know if I feel quite the same, but…if you’re okay, then I’ll be okay, too. Uh, but, we should probably get out of here…just in case that stranger decides to come back…”

Tramon let out a slight snicker. “You know, you don’t sound quite as nervous about that as you’re trying to…”

“…And you don’t seem quite as nervous about that as I thought you would be.”

“I’m, uh, going to think about that later. At the moment, I need all the headspace I can get for other things…like the long talk I need to have with Brent.”

Kalido gave Tramon a slightly surprised look as he picked up their pants, handing Tramon’s to him. “Oh? Is that…something you want help with?”

“Thanks, but nah. I think I just gotta…heh, man up and face it.” Tramon cracked a bit of a smile at the joke, trying to mask his nervousness. It still wasn’t an easy prospect, but…he’d crossed a line tonight. He couldn’t deceive himself anymore that it wasn’t serious cheating…it had been a pretty meager excuse anyway, but now he didn’t even have that. And the way he felt about it told him all he needed to know, no guilt, almost even relief that it had happened…much as he didn’t feel he owed Brent much of anything, it wasn’t right to keep stringing him along when there was only one way things were going to go.

———

It was about a week later that Tramon and Kalido were able to meet again, this time in the comfort of the lizard’s apartment. The two were sitting on the bed together as they caught up on the last week’s events.

“So, how did it go?”

“Predictably. I told him it wasn’t working out. He tried to tell me I was being stupid and that things were going fine. I told him they were probably going fine for HIM, but not for me. And, wouldn’t you know it, he said those magic words.”

Kalido scowled. “‘You’re lucky to have someone who would date you’?”

“Bingo. I got that vibe, but him actually saying it…well, it hurt a bit, but it probably helped that I already have someone else who’ll date me. So I called him a shithead, kicked him to the curb, and blocked his number and accounts.”

“I thought you might just mention me.”

Tramon let out a quiet laugh. “Oh, believe me, I was this close. But I was kind of worried he might get violent if he heard I was cheating on him, so I decided against it. At the very least, though, if he tries to come around thinking I’ll be begging to take him back, he’s gonna be sorely disappointed.”

“I’d like to see him try to make a stink about it. I’m not a fighter but he’s a runt compared to me.”

“He’s a runt who I wouldn’t put past pulling a knife on someone, so don’t push your luck.”

“Tch, fair enough. I suppose-” Kalido paused as his phone started to buzz, and he grabbed it up, and pushed a couple times on the screen. “Zed! What’s up?”

“Hey, Kal!” The voice came over quite clearly, and Tramon realized Kalido must have put it on speaker. “Just wanted to check in, and congratulate you and Tramon on finally hooking up for real! Bud’s’ve been going nuts trying to figure out why it took you so long!”

“Yeah, yeah…it’s not like it wasn’t a bit more complicated than you make it out to be.”

“Nah, you just overthink things. But it finally happened! I guess all you needed was one more push to make it like it oughta be!”

Tramon and Kalido exchanged a glance and a smirk. “You have no idea how true that is,” remarked the human.

“Well, I’m betting it was my genius suggestion of a place to go to have some fun! Must’ve been some good time to finally get ya over the hump, so to speak!”

“Yeah, some ‘genius’ suggestion,” hissed Kalido. “We nearly got caught out there! You said that place was empty that late at night!”

“Oh, yeah, it usually is. But I guess sometimes someone might show up. You know, just to make sure things are orderly, nothing’s happening that shouldn’t be happening, and everything that should be is. Gotta make sure everything goes smoothly, all the ins and outs are accounted for, right?”

This time the exchanged glance was one of confusion. “The hell’re you talking about, Zed?” Kalido asked, utterly bewildered.

“Oh, nothing, nothing! Anyway, congrats again! I gotta run, but I’ll catch up with you two later! Don’t wear him out too much, Kal!” The phone went dead on the other end, leaving the two with no further insight into what Zed had been going on about.

“What the…” Although, the coy way he’d spoken had Tramon starting to wonder. “Uh…you don’t think…”

“I don’t know what to think, though I think I’m thinking something along the lines of what you’re thinking,” Kalido muttered. “But I doubt he’ll ever admit to anything, so…well, let’s just not worry about that. Maybe just start looking for a more private place to go next time we get the urge to be…adventurous.”

“Mm…yeah…or…” Tramon leaned into Kalido a bit, his arm going around the lizard’s back and a slightly mischievous smile appearing on his face. “Maybe it doesn’t have to be MORE private…”

Kalido looked down at the human with surprise. “Huh? You…want to add to the risk?”

“Well, maybe. I might just have realized I kinda like the idea of actually being caught…and I might have realized I like the idea of my big, strong lizard boyfriend with a kink for not getting permission having me do things with the people who I get caught by.” Tramon’s fingers ducked into the lizard’s shorts and started to toy with his slit as Kalido stiffened up at the implications. “And he might know a few people who might enjoy that sort of thing…or he might like the idea of people he doesn’t know getting involved.”

“Shit…you…really?”

“It would be pretty mean to just say I was baiting you, I think. I like what we have, especially now that the complication is out of the way, and I’m happy with just being with you and doing what we do - and doing it all the way, at that. But…we both have things we might just like indulging in here and there…why shouldn’t we try to make them happen now and then?”

Kalido clearly was finding himself hard-pressed to argue against that. “Ah…you…I mean, yeah, I’d…certainly not say no to…giving you a thrill…but, ah…you’d…really want to, uh…let me do something like that?”

“Why not? I trust you. You’ve always been good at respecting my boundaries. And if I set some of those boundaries a bit looser…well, it’d still technically be consensual, but you seem to be just as worked up by the illusion as anything…”

The smile that was forming on Kalido’s face was immensely satisfying to Tramon. “I…really, really like the sound of that…we’ll have to talk about it a good bit first, though…and probably when you’re not trying to get me horny enough to rut you like a wild animal. God, I love you…”

“And I love you, too.” Tramon pulled his hand out and leaned up, his face meeting Kalido’s and the two falling into a deep kiss, a perfect prelude to other parts of their bodies meeting together. Maybe it had taken Tramon a bit too long to pull the trigger, but now that he’d had that one more push, everything was just where it ought to be.