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This is part one of a twofold tale of love

Morning rose over the city of Ael’Hazar slowly, the golden rays of the waking sun pushing away the heavy fog that always tended to cling to the black stone buildings and dens in the early hours. The first dragons in the city to wake were greeted, as always, by a bitter morning chill that made most light a fire in their hearths or snuggle closer to lovers in bed rather than step outside. The quiet of the waking hours would be broken before long, with merchants selling their wares, armored guards clattering through the streets, hatchlings playing in the alleys, and their mothers calling after them in exasperation.

But for now, the only sounds that echoed across the draconic city were the yawns of the night guards eager for the shift change, the hiss of cold icy wind lazily coiling through the streets, and the colorful banners that snapped and fluttered in that wind. The city of Ael’Hazar was known for many things, but its status as a hub of dragon artisans was what it was known for above all else. The banners of Ael’Hazar were made by various artists, simultaneously a collective effort in beautifying the place they called their home, and a series of subtle advertisements. After all, what better way to show off one’s ability to mix green or red, than to make a colorful banner and hang it somewhere everybody will see it?

As the sun continued to rise, one particular dragon moved briskly through the cobbled streets. He was tall and lean, his hide a rich, royal blue, while his underbelly was black. Black, wavy lines, like tendrils of ink stretching from his underbelly, traced up his sides, similar to the patterns of Damascus steel. His wings, set with black membranes, stayed partially folded to avoid scraping the walls on either side of him, while still acting as simple buffers against the worst of the frigid wind blowing against him. His deep violet eyes quietly scanned the streets ahead as he took a left turn, his long sinuous tail trailing behind him like a ribbon.

His name was Marvas. He was neither an artisan nor a guard, but rather a courier. Years spent running letters, parcels, and anything in between from one edge of the city to another, or even beyond the borders of Ael’Hazar, were to thank for his powerful and wiry physique. Densely corded muscle rippled beneath his striking hide. In sharp contrast to the cool colors of his body, a short-cut mane of wine red fur stretched from the center of his brow all the way down to the tip of his tail.

Marvas had a bag in his mouth. A bag wafting a rich, savory scent, with silver wisps of piping hot steam escaping through any opening they could. It took self control for him to not open the bag and scarf down, or drool into, its contents. No, Marvas has to control himself because the hot breakfast he was carrying wasn’t for him alone. It was to share with the dragon who dwelled in the tower his path brought him to.

The tower was surrounded by banners. Some were finished and folded up, price markers resting next to them. Some were still dripping from the dyes used to color them, hung on lines to dry. All of them had been made by the artisan who called this tower his home.

And who would become quite testy with Marvas if the blue courier came to him without any food to offer.

The wiry dragon spread his wings and took to the air with one mighty flap, propelling himself upward just high enough to alight onto the landing pad near the top. The pad led into a wide triangular entryway, opening into the chaotic living quarters of Ralsheni, the artisan of the tower. A nest of clutter, creative endeavors half-finished, and lived-in musk that Marvas had come to find deep comfort in.

He strode in slowly, head swinging left and right to take in the chaos. Paintings and sketches were strewn about across a wide mahogany desk. Some finished, some half-finished. Sheet music and pages from short stories were scattered across the stone floor, crumpling under his paws.

At the far end of the den, in the left corner, sat a bed large enough for two. A nightstand stood next to it, a bottle of pills labeled in draconic script placed upon it. Satin sheets sat on the bed, messy and unmade. A dildo stuck out from under them, partially obscured, making Marvas go hot in the cheeks for a brief moment. Ralsheni had his own “methods” of alleviating his moments of brain fog, and a permanent case of scatterbrain that made him forget to put his “methods” away.

Across from the bed, in the far right corner of the room, was where the artisan stored his musical instruments. Strings, percussion, woodwind, brass and porcelain, all stored carefully enough to be responsible, but still haphazardly enough to make one a little nervous for their long-term condition. And working on the crown jewel of his musical collection, a grand pipe organ with brass pipes leading into the ceiling of his den, was Ralsheni.

He was a smaller dragon, much more plain in appearance than Marvas. His hide, when not marked with splotches of paint or ink (which was almost never), was a faded white. His underbelly was light green, to match the three bands near the base of his tail. A glossy black mane stretched from his head and neck all the way down his back in thick, flowing waves and pooled around his haunches whilst he sat.

Ralsheni had a well-fed and effeminate form. Many years of little physical activity and many sweets had given him a more rounded belly, and a plush, jiggling butt. The latter of which he took particular pride in, finding any excuse he could to walk, stand, or sit in any manner that drew attention to it.

The white dragon was ducked low, working on some inner mechanism of the pipe organ, when he heard the approaching steps of Marvas. He paused, his wings giving a faint flutter as he turned from his work. His forepaw fumbled across the ground until they seized his glasses, setting them on his muzzle. His icy blue eyes softened as he looked first to the blue dragon, then the steaming bag in his mouth.

“Marvas, darling! You’re never up this early unless you’re carrying something urgent!” Ralsheni sniffed, his nostrils flaring as his attention turned entirely to the delicious-smelling bag Marvas had brought in. “Ooohhh…What did you bring me today? It smells good!”

Marvas smiled, lowering his head to drop the bag on the ground. “Well, covering for Fennia’s shifts while she was pregnant net me some extra days off, And I figured I should use one to come and see you…And bring you this.” He opened the bag, revealing a thick slab of steaming, juicy steak. Its exterior was dark and gritty, covered entirely with a dense layer of pepper and other seasonings, dripping with juice.

Ralsheni’s eyes widened at the sight, already wiping drool from his mouth. “Oh, Marvas, you beautiful bastard! How’d you manage to procure such a lovely cut of meat this early in the morning?!”

Marvas, who had been preemptively cutting himself a slice, looked to the plump artisan with a self-satisfied grin. “Old Irontooth, the butcher down at the Silver district, owed me a favor. A few months back, someone stole his knives and tools. I know of a decent metalworker over in Calderica, so I-“

SNAP-CRUNCH-MMH-SNORT-SLURP-MUNCH-SNARF!

Marvas paused in the retelling of his story as Ralsheni lost his patience, tearing into the steak with an almost frightening ferocity. He only paused for a moment, cheeks bulged with a mouthful of meat, to moan out “Sho gooood…” before diving right back in. The blue dragon watched him for a moment, sighing fondly. This was why he had preemptively cut himself a slice.

Marvas took a bite of what he’d managed to spare from Ralsheni’s voracious frenzy, settling down onto his belly as he watched the plump white dragon go. The hungry artisan had already scarfed down the entire slab of steak, and was now licking the juice from the floor and shoving his snout into the bag to scavenge anything he could. Marvas’ shoulders sagged as a realization hit him. “You haven’t eaten in a while, have you?”

Ralsheni lifted his head up, his eyes going wide with mock offense for a moment. “Hmph! Awfully presumptuous of you, Marvas! I’ll have you know that I had a bagel and some tea yesterday afternoon!” And with that, he went right back to what he’d been doing. Nosing through the bag, slurping up whatever juice or seasoning he could.

Marvas watched him for a moment, a fond and tired sigh escaping him after a lengthy pause. “Ral…That barely counts as a snack.”To this, Ralsheni lifted his head once again, licking his chops. “I know, I know. But the Duchess of Ael’Hazar has asked me to play music at the spring galla this year! Me, Marvas! I need to practice! I can’t afford even a single sour note!”

He had turned to shove his snout back into the bag, but Marvas quickly snapped his paw out and grabbed him by the cheeks. The blue dragon slowly turned Ralsheni’s face to look into his eyes. The pressure of his grip was making the white artisan’s pink tongue stick out. The blue dragon fought the urge to laugh at the sight, trying to stay serious.

“Ralsheni”, he began, “I know how important your art is to you. Your creativity, your…drive to make things, it’s one of the things about you that I love the most.” He took a deep breath. “…But your tendency to not eat, to put your art above your health? That’s probably the thing I love about you the least. You’re already sick, my dove. I’m worried about you making things worse by doing this to yourself.”

Ralsheni was quiet for a moment as Marvas released his cheeks. The artisan finally sighed, leaning forward to press into the blue dragon’s firm embrace. He lowered his head to press his ear against his lover’s sternum, listening to the steady thumping of his heart. “…You’re right”, he finally confessed after a moment longer. “I know you’re right, and I hate that you’re right.”

Marvas smiled softly, lifting a forepaw up to gently cup the back of Ralsheni’s head. “If that’s the one and only thing you come to hate me for…I can live with that.” He then lowered his own head, bringing his snout down to nose along the artisan dragon’s cheek and neck. “Just so long as you know I admonish you because I care about you…very deeply. And want to have as much time with you as I possibly can.”

Ralsheni leaned into the contact, squeezing his eyes shut. As if to give extra weight to what Marvas had said, he suddenly coughed, a forepaw lifting to his muzzle on reflex. The sound had become familiar, a symptom of the hereditary illness the pale dragon had suffered from since he had hatched from his egg.

Marvas tensed at the sound, taking a step back to look at the white dragon. “You sound a little better. A little.” Ralsheni wiped his muzzle with the back of his paw, giving the wiry courier a grin full of bravado. “My physician said that the medicine is working better than he anticipated. He said I may even be well enough to participate in the new year’s race this year!”

Marvas couldn’t stop the amused snort that escaped him without warning. “…You? Race?” Ralsheni pouted, swatting the blue dragon’s snout with a petulant growl. “Yes, me race, you dolt! What do you mean by that? You don’t think I can do it?”

The courier opened his mouth to say something, thought better of it and clamped his maw shut. But it was too late. Ralsheni had seen it. His pupils narrowed as he stood abruptly, mantling his wings with an indignant warble. “Ohhhh no no no, mister. Whatever you were about to say, say it.”

Marvas took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for whatever came next, before speaking. “…Ralsheni. My delightfully doughy snowball. You rarely move faster than a moderately speedy trot. The only times I’ve seen you sprint have been when you’ve smelled your favorite pastries somewhere.”

Ralsheni was very still for a moment. His brow had furrowed, his eyes flicking back and forth as if to try and scrounge up any evidence to the contrary from his memories. Then, apparently finding none, he resorted to springing forward and slamming into Marvas’ chest. The blue dragon grunted at the impact, spreading his wings for balance as his lover began pushing with all his might.. Carefully pedicured hind claws scrabbled at the stone, and delicate forepaws stained with paint now wrapped around his chest, trying to find leverage.

“…Shen…What are you doing?”, Marvas asked, quizzical and somewhat concerned as the white dragon continued struggling against him, with negligible results. “Mf…Tryin’ to…Hnng! Flip your..Ngh…Stupid…sexy ass over for…Gh! Saying that to me!”, came Ralsheni’s response. After a few more fruitless heaves and another minute of pointless scrabbling, the artisan sagged to the ground with a defeated huff. “Oh to hell with it”, he grumbled.

Marvas let out a fond sigh, lowering himself to curl around Ralsheni where he had fallen. A forepaw curled around the white dragon’s slender chest, reaching out to gently grasp one of the tender forepaws that had been trying to tackle him moments ago. “…If you do wish to race, my love, I will of course be there to cheer you on.”

Ralsheni let out another indignant huff, but there was no true indignance left in it anymore. He pressed into Marvas as the larger, muscular dragon took the role of the big spoon. His back pressed into the courier’s toned underbelly, his plush rump fitting into the crook between his blue lover’s hind legs and against his crotch. “Hmm…And will you be there to feed me treats and sweep me into your arms after I cross the finish line?”

Marvas tensed as the white dragon wiggled his butt between his muscular hinds, right against his cockslit. He swallowed hard, giving Ralsheni a fondly withering glare. The mischievous artisan knew exactly what he was doing. He could feel the blue dragon’s heart begin to hammer through his chest. He could feel his beloved’s cockslit twitch against his ass when he wiggled it in just the right way. And he knew how hard it was for Marvas to resist when he fixed him with the face he was making at that exact moment; eyes wide, tongue sticking halfway out, smiling like an innocent hatchling while trying to get the courier’s dragonhood to engorge.

Marvas knew that Ralsheni had him wrapped around his talons. He wriggled, putting a paw against the middle of the white dragon’s back. “Ralsheni…wait. I’m…I’m still not ready.” Ralsheni paused, his face of seduction melting into something more contemplative.

“…Still? Pff. Marvas, we’ve fooled around and done plenty of kinky things. Why are you so cagey about actually mating with me?” The alabaster artisan stretched his neck up to gently brush his softer cheek against the courier’s angular jawline. His tail slowly trailed up the inside of the larger dragon’s thigh, tracing the line where his hind leg met his body. The contact made the blue dragon’s cockslit and heavy, pendulous balls clench.

Marvas took a sharp breath in through his teeth, a strained rumble escaping the dragon’s throat as he answered. “I…just want to wait a little longer before making that kind of commitment, Ral.” The larger male was regardless rolling his hips, dragging his slit against the back of his lover’s rump, coaxing a mischievous and throaty purr from him.

“Hmph. I suppose I can stand to wait a little longer then…But you’d better not make me wait until we’re senile and can’t get hard!”, Ralsheni quipped. He continued slowly tracing his tail along Marvas’ thigh, the tip tentatively tracing the outer rim of his slit. “With that being said…For bringing me such a delicious breakfast, I do believe some kind of reward is in order~”

Marvas rumbled again, squeezing his eyes shut. The pink, barbed tip of his cock slowly peeked from his slit, a bead of clear, glistening precum already quivering at its tip. “Hahh…Ralsheni, you are incorrigible…I don’t need a reward for bringing you food...” But Marvas was not pulling away. His breathing deepened, his neck arching as the mischievous and horny artisan began licking and nipping at the black scales of his throat.

“Yes, I am incorrigible, and you love that about me”, Ralsheni answered coyly. “And you deserve a reward if I say you deserve a reward! Now please, Marvas, humor me. Walk that big, handsome ass of yours over to the bed and roll onto your back.”

Having already accepted that he wasn’t going to win this, Marvas let out a relenting and fond sigh. Leaning down and gently nuzzling into his lover’s black mane, the blue dragon slowly stood up and padded to the unkempt bed. Nudging the ridged dildo onto the floor and straightening the sheets somewhat, the muscular dragon stepped onto the plush surface and slowly rolled onto his back. His cock had emerged halfway from its slit at this point, dribbling precum onto his belly.

Ralsheni gazed upon the sight with another eager purr. His eyes half-lidded, the artisan slowly approached the bed. One slow, sensual step at a time, his rear swaying provocatively. His head soon came between Marvas’ upturned hinds, drawing close to his pink, engorging dragonhood. “Mmmh…I never tire of that sight, darling…As handsome down here as you are everywhere else~”

Without wasting another second, the artisan leaned his snout in to brush against the larger male’s heavy, swollen balls. He sniffed them, the potent masculine scent coaxing a needy growl from deep within his chest. Opening his maw, he reverently began lathering that leathery sack with kisses and licks. His pink tongue pressed worshipfully to the dark, stretchy skin, swiping up and down across one ball before repeating those motions for the other. Occasionally he stopped to place a long kiss against that scrotum before returning to eagerly licking and slurping along the surface.

Marvas watched Ralsheni with rapt attention, eyes wide and pupils dilated as the white dragon worshiped his nuts. His skillful ministrations coaxed the rest of the courier’s cock into the open. The pink, barbed dragonhood bobbed and throbbed proudly in the open air, visibly pulsing with his heartbeat. Droplets of glistening precum dribbled down his shaft, his urethra winking with anticipation. “Ahh…Ral…”, Marvas cooed out softly, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

Ralsheni’s eyes flicked up, fixing on his lover’s expectantly twitching penis with sultry focus. Kissing Marvas’ balls one last time, he slowly prowled further up the larger dragon’s body, bringing his snout a hair’s breadth away from his organ. “Shhh…Let me take care of you, Marvas~”

With that, Ralsheni began licking up and down the underside of the larger dragon’s cock. His tongue ran back and forth, tracing from the root to the small, sensitive junction where the underside of the shaft met the swollen, twitching glans, making the entire thing jerk and throb, and making the courier gasp and groan every time. The white dragon’s own, more slender dragonhood had emerged from his slit, throbbing and twitching as the artisan derived his own pleasure from servicing his lover.

Marvas’ hind legs were slowly pedaling, toes clenching rhythmically as waves of pleasure raced up his spine from his cock. His maw hung agape, tongue bobbing from his open mouth as he panted, wine-colored mane spilled out wildly across the sheets. He watched, breathlessly, as Ralsheni gripped his throbbing, dribbling dragonhood by the base, tilted it straight up, opened his maw wide, and-

“Shlrp!~”

In one practiced, greedy motion, the white dragon had swallowed Marvas’ entire cock down to the root. A wet gag escaped him as the organ bulged his throat, the shape of the courier’s malehood clearly distinguishable. His tongue swirled around the throbbing flesh slowly, all while his esophagus clenched and convulsed, engulfing that dragonhood in tight, milking heat.

Marvas snarled in sudden, overwhelming pleasure, his back arching and hind legs scrabbling at the air. “H-hrrahh!~ Ralsheni! K-Khaiya above, you-!” His words were stolen from him as the smaller dragon began bobbing his head up and down. His cock, enveloped in warm, milking, squeezing flesh was throbbing and pulsing faster and harder.

Ralsheni bobbed his head along that trembling dragonhood at a steady, merciless pace. Gagging when he bottomed out, snout pressing into Marvas’ slit, and moaning when he pulled up until only the tip remained in his mouth before delving right back down with another choked gag. “Glk…Mmmh…Shlk…Mrrrh…Gkk!” The white dragon rested one paw against the inside of Marvas’ bucking hinds, the other paw taking the larger dragon’s throbbing balls into its palm. He rolled them back and forth, letting out a choked moan as he felt his lover’s load sloshing and bubbling, aching for release.

Marvas, at this point, was too overcome with bliss to do much more than pant and mewl. Drool dripped from his jaw as Ralsheni choked so wonderfully on his length. The courier’s hips jerked, his claws digging into the bedding and silks beneath him. His cock strained, veins along its shaft bulging and throbbing. Every pass of the white dragon’s mouth and throat along his barbed dragonhood brought with it intensifying waves of pleasure, his balls slowly began to draw closer to his body. “R-Ral! Hffh! Nng-meeeeewl~ I=I can’t! I’m gonna-!”

Ralsheni’s ears flicked back in focus, immediately slamming his mouth all the way down one last time. His tongue swirled around Marvas’ cock rapidly, his throat convulsing and milking it with frantic, eager motions. The white dragon held himself there, choking, going faint from lack of air, and letting out shameless, gagging moans as he came. His slender cock bucked and jerked, squirting his seed against the foot of the bed and against the other male’s heaving balls.

Marvas was not far behind. With a bellowing roar, the muscular dragon’s malehood suddenly erupted deep into Ralsheni’s throat. Thick, gushing ropes of dragon spunk flooded down the artist’s gullet, his belly swelling from the sheer volume. The courier continued bucking his crotch into the artisan’s snout, snarling and whimpering as his balls heaved over and over, pumping out their load for Ralsheni to gulp down.

After a long, mind-numbing orgasm, Marvas’ cock slowly began to settle, its forceful ejaculations replaced by an exhausted, milky drizzle. Ralsheni slowly lifted his head up, giving that length one more long, languid slurp before his mouth popped free with a wet “mwah~”, letting his lover’s dragonhood flop down onto his belly with a meaty smack. The white dragon panted, catching his breath and licking remnants of his lover’s release from his snout. “Hah…how was that?”

Marvas slowly lifted his head, looking down as Ralsheni gently toyed with his flaccid cock. “…You…Are entirely too good at that”, the blue dragon murmured breathily, his chest still rising and falling as he took deep pulls of air. “Not that I’m really complaining, of course, it’s just…” An airy chuckle escaped him. “Nevermind, I’m just rambling.” With that, he rolled onto his side, curling his body and leaving a space for his lover in the crook of his underbelly.

Ralsheni smiled, hopping onto the bed with a graceful bound, his black mane swishing with the motion. He was quick to curl his body into the gap Marvas had left for him, his head resting on the larger dragon’s forepaw. “Hahah…Did I milk your wits out of you, dear?”

Marvas let out a bemused chortle, using his other forepaw to pull his sweetheart further into himself, earning a soft coo from the artisan, before closing his eyes and responding in a quiet, exhausted voice. “Something like that, yes.”

Ralsheni’s eyes drifted shut not long after, a yawn escaping him. “Mmh…I love you, Marvas…” Marvas smiled softly as he heard that, his body sagging into the bedding. “I love you too, Ralsheni”, he murmured in response. Sleep finally took the both of them, the sun shining over their bodies, safe and content to sleep in each other’s embrace.

The waking world around them could wait for a few more hours.

To be concluded in part 2