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Toby opened his eyes and grumbled, turning over as he stared at the ceiling through blurry vision; Morning, he thought, given how brightly the room was illuminated. Sunlight streamed through the uncovered glass door leading to his balcony, he had forgotten to pull the blinders over it again. The groggy raptor pulled the covers back over his muzzle and reached for his man, finding nothing but an empty space and a troubling lack of warmth. Frustrated, he writhed under the sheets and grimaced, hoping that Kelleur hadn't left. Why would he? Maybe he had something important to do. But what if I upset him? No, we were both sleeping. What if I scared him off? Not going to happen. What if his wife found out and confronted him? This time he didn't have an answer for that.

Toby knew he was just being overtly paranoid, it was part of his PTSD symptoms, and he had been working so hard to suppress them. He sighed heavily and contemplated getting up; early morning exhaustion was still trying to drag him back to slumber, and he was having a hard time denying it. His mind shifted back to the night they met, in that cute little gay bar. Kelleur had been so nervous just sitting there, as if he expected his wife's family to know exactly where he was. At first, his impressive physique had caught Toby's eye, along with everyone else in the room. The raptor had been the first one to approach the finely dressed gentleman, his desire painted so obviously in his gaze. The drake wore a strong cologne; powerful and rich, his scent caused the young twink's heart to skip a few beats. It took a few moments for Kelleur to register the presence of the newcomer, but Toby had been patient.

He remembered that perfectly awkward smile the dragon had flashed him, those pearly white teeth on full display. The raptor could tell that the drake wasn't a regular, his body language said as much. His intuition also told him that the other male was looking for something more than a fling, but at the time he believed that was just desperate hope. The drake ordered a whiskey sour, while Toby ordered an appletini, the shot of vodka in it always helped loosen him up. The two had sat there for a dozen or so minutes, breaking the ice and getting to know one another a bit better. Soon, they had collectively downed several strong drinks, and the alcohol was starting to strip their inhibitions away. Toby had scooted a bit closer, running his hand along a thick bicep. The physical attention caused Kelleur to shiver a bit, and he knew in that instance that he could have had the dragon back at his apartment that night if he so wished. The prospect was tempting, overwhelmingly so, but his better judgment won out; he decided in that instant that he would try for something more...fulfilling.

Jealous eyes glared at the two as they laughed and conversed, peeling back the layers of social defenses that Toby had built up for so long. The drake was so naïve about his attractions, so afraid to acknowledge them for fear of the change such acknowledgment might bring, but the raptor was more than willing to hold his hand, so to speak. They decided that night to meet again, this time on an official date...

The smell of freshly brewed coffee hit his senses like a sledgehammer, causing the raptor to stir once again; he had dozed off in the middle of his reminiscence, but reasoned that he hadn't been out for very long. He let out a deep, trailing yawn as he stretched his naked form across the bed, eyes settling on the LED lit fans blinking inside of his computer tower. Pretty little things, he thought, as the low hum of his PC threatened to whisk him back to bed.

"Morning love," spoke his boyfriend, walking into the room with two tall cups of coffee; Toby's olfactory senses immediately informed him that both cups were full of a dark, extra bold roast complimented with light crème along with a cinnamon stick. The raptor yawned again and slowly sat up, the smell of that delicious liquid clearing the morning haze. He eagerly took the offered cup and smiled, pressing the warm, soothing liquid to his lips, letting it pour down his throat in small gulps. Before he knew it the cup was empty and he was chewing on his cinnamon stick, the alluring aroma and flavor something of an aphrodisiac for him. Kelleur was snuggled against him, the two enjoying each others' company as they engaged in some playful morning banter.

"Well you were up rather early," remarked the raptor, nuzzling his boyfriend's shoulder affectionately.

The drake smiled and shrugged lightly, "Was dealing with a little bit of business, unfortunately...seems I can't go even an entire day without hearing from work." Both of them chuckled and shared warmth, neither wanting to get back out of bed despite the fresh caffeine coursing through them. They lay there together, staring at the ceiling in complete silence until Toby decided to speak up.

"So...do you think your wife will ever find out?" He felt foolish for asking such a question, but such a possibility was something that had been on his mind since they had decided to become a couple. Kelleur seemed to stiffen from the words, slowly turning his head with a bemused look upon his face.

"She's intelligent...and I'm sure she knows something is up. I've been acting different around her, she has to have noticed." He raised a hand and ran his fingers along Toby's jaw sensually, the tips of his talons teasing those firm scales; the raptor cooed and swished his tail, relishing any attention that his "daddy" would give him. "But...its her family that I'm more worried about. She's a moderate compared to them, and frankly I want very little to do with them as it is."

"Well, you know what they say about marriage..." countered Toby, "you're taking in an entire other family." Kelleur grunted and shook his head.

"She can keep them..." The drake seemed a bit tense, his demeanor shifting to that of annoyance rather than relaxation. Toby huffed and shimmied his way behind his male, sitting upon a pillow and resting his hands on those broad shoulders.

"I think you are giving this way too much thought right now," he said, beginning to apply pressure to the most sensitive parts of Kelleur's upper back; he was rewarded with a pleasant growl for his efforts, flexing his fingers and beginning to work the tightest knots of muscles. The drake let out a long, contented sigh as his boyfriend went to work on him, soon laying on his front as the flexible little twink applied those magic fingers all over his sides and back. The drake could not help but groan out, the sensations so cathartic and pleasurable that he began to lose focus.

Soon, Toby had reached his firm buttocks and tailbase; the raptor carefully kneaded them, applying a few firm gropes to those toned thighs. Both were still fully nude, so Toby had a great view of those large orbs under that tail, and it took all of his restraint to not just start sucking on them right then. No, there would be plenty of time for play later. He huffed and brushed his hand over them, causing his love to arch a bit. He chuckled to himself and returned his attentions back up to Kell's shoulders, draping his own body along the one under him. He wrapped his arms around that strong chest, his breathing slowing down to match that of his mate; Kelleur lazily wrapped his tail around Toby's, giving it a loving tug.

"I can't always be here, but when I am, you will never be afraid," promised his drake, the words causing the raptor to tear up and bury his muzzle against the back of his neck.

"I'm a better person because of you," said Toby, still clinging to Kell like his life depended on it. His self-destructive habits had been hard to curb, especially his addiction to prescription painkillers. It had been just plain bad luck that he had become hooked on them; a bad fight with his then-boyfriend had led to him shivering on the floor, eyes swollen and ribs bruised from the physical abuse. A friend had chucked him a bottle out of pity the following day, hoping that he'd have a repeat customer before long. It didn't take long before there was more violence, and a renewed need for something to dull the pain. A couple pills every week soon multiplied, turning into half a bottle every few weeks. Toby shared them with his boyfriend eventually when he couldn't afford to buy them at an increased rate, hoping to get his abuser addicted as well. It worked, and soon they both had enough pills to feed their ravenous cravings. Time ceased to have significance to Toby, who rode on waves of numbing euphoria every chance he had; days turned to weeks, he couldn't even remember the last time he had been fucked or beaten, all he cared about was that next blissful high that would take him away from his miserable existence; then he met Kelleur.

Everything changed that night, in that little bar; he had come there looking for a good lay, nothing more than a one-nighter, but seeing that handsome dragon had awoken something in him that he thought buried long ago: The hope for a better life. There and then, he decided to overhaul his life and personality. Whilst the two went on dates, Toby was busy trying to curb his addiction and get his life back in order. He stopped seeing his boyfriend entirely, cutting the violent, possessive sociopath out of his life, choosing to room up with one of the few friends who wasn't trying to manipulate him for drugs or money; the seeds of change were falling into place.

Things were actually starting to improve for him, but the addiction was a beast all its own that would be much more difficult to slay. The withdrawals were terrible, he even felt like he was going to die during a few of them. For several months, all he could think about was Kell, the drake had become a bit of an obsession for him really. Toby knew that he was just trading one addiction for another, but this one seemed to have no negative side effects, only a boundless potential for love and empathy for the raptor. Still, he had a feeling that the drake was keeping something from him, their dates would almost always see them far off from the public eye, usually in some secluded restaurant or park in another part of the city. The raptor knew not to pry, he'd be a hypocrite for demanding the truth when he couldn't bring himself to confess his own burden. No, he'd tell Kelleur everything eventually, just not quite yet.

It wasn't until Toby's ex showed up that the real trouble began, and their new relationship became strained. They were both out enjoying the night life in a secluded park, nestled together on a cozy bench while watching the world go by. Suddenly, there was a peculiar sound nearby, a unique whistle that Toby instantly recognized, and was filled with dread by. He grasped Kell's hand and tugged on it hard, enough to unseat the larger drake and startle him.

Before Kell could speak, a trio of figures stepped out of the shadows near a street lamp, all dressed in dark clothing. Toby didn't need a flashlight to see who the middle silhouette was, his musky, mangy scent was a dead giveaway each time. "Joel," he growled under his breath, feeling very vulnerable at that moment. Kelleur remained statue-esque, passively observing as everything unfolded. He certainly was larger than anyone there, giving pause to at least two of the figures. Joel was unphased, as if the dragon's presence hadn't even occurred to him. He came forward slowly, hands buried in the pockets of his leather jacket, staring the raptor down.

Where they met, Joel was considered to be incredibly unpredictable by everyone who knew him, which bought him a lot of respect, as the fear of drawing his ire was something that didn't appeal to many. Toby had owed Joel some money and was unable to pay it back, so he was practically dragged back to the husky's place and left to his mercy. Oddly enough, Joel looked him over, cocked his head, and told the raptor that his debt would be forgiven if he became his lover. The unorthodox proposal left everyone in the room quite taken aback, Toby was left dumbstruck and slack-jawed. He really wasn't given much of a choice; to refuse an offer from Joel was to invite trouble and possibly worse. With serious reservations, he accepted the terms, not knowing exactly what direction this would take his life in.

For a while, his quality of life saw a serious uptick after he moved in with the firebrand husky: Food was readily available, drugs were cheap, he was given a decent disposable income, he could come and go at his leisure unless specifically summoned by Joel, and he could fuck with whomever he wished. Joel did not ask him for loyalty, only obedience. At the time, Toby was too thrilled with his sudden change of luck to give a shit about the consequences. Oh, how he learned just what kind of devil he'd roomed with.

Joel was a passionate lover, one might even say forceful, but it fed into Toby's darker kink of being controlled, so he indulged in it whenever he could. The sex was explosive, but Toby knew that Joel only took him for his feminine physique. The husky couldn't get enough of twinks, sometimes including two or more strangers in their fuck sessions just to satisfy his lust. Things became more serious when Joel and Toby actually developed feelings for each other.

The raptor's emotional bond was more sincere, as he had actually grown to care about Joel, despite the bad ground on which their relationship was first founded. Joel, on the other hand, was incapable of actually loving Toby, but viewed him as a prized possession worth guarding. They began spending more time together, going out on actual dates and doing things that didn't revolve around sex or drugs. Toby actually believed they had a future together, that is until he fully understood what it meant to be owned by Joel.

Once the beatings started, Toby's devotion transformed into a deep-seated resentment, heart-broken that his love could be cast aside so easily. He began making up more and more excuses to go out and stay away from their apartment, anything to be away from that monster that called itself his lover. This only further enraged Joel, who constantly sent "bodyguards" to monitor the raptor and keep tabs on his activities. Toby felt like he didn't have a life anymore, that everything he did was just going to be controlled by a hateful bastard that he just couldn't escape. This is when he began abusing painkillers, turning to perpetually shrouding his thoughts in a blissful, drug-addled haze just to get by. Shortly after, he met Kelleur, who inspired him to clean up and remain sober.

Toby hoped that his relationship with the businessman would send a clear message to Joel, that he belonged to someone else now and was not to be pursued. His dues had been paid in full, and it was time to start his life over.

"You followed me?" asked the raptor, far more direct than he'd ever been with Joel before. The husky tilted his head and furrowed his brow, slightly fazed by Toby's boldness.

"I always keep tabs on my investments," he said, his voice calm, yet commanding. Toby twitched in sudden anger, all pretense of caution lost at so grievous an insult.

"How fucking dare you...after the shit you put me through, you still think of me as your property?" Toby's fists were balled at this point, his claws digging into his palms. He wanted to be done with this asshole for good, having Joel involved was no life of freedom.

The husky grinned wide, showing his pearly whites. "Now, now...I believe that the conditions for our arrangement were that you would remain my partner for an undisclosed amount of time, termination date to be of my choosing." Toby's temper was turning into something fierce.

"I was never your partner! Someone who actually cared about me wouldn't treat me the way you did!" Joel opened his mouth to interrupt, but could not drown out Toby's tirade. "You used me, you used me and kept me as your little gem; your precious possession to hoard away and treat as you wish. I actually started to fall in love with you, and you beat me for it!"

He took a threatening step towards Joel, all sense of fear gone as pent up rage bubbled to the surface. Joel flinched, surprisingly, not at all prepared for such bravery from someone who fully submitted to him; Kell followed, flanking the raptor in a protective manner. "I hate you. I hate you for everything you did to me. All the physical and emotional abuse, I hate you for it. I hate you for the damage you caused in my life. I'm not perfect, but I'm a fucking saint compared to the monster you are. I'm done with you, Joel."

Those last few words were spoken in a tone that conveyed their finality; in all honesty, Toby still couldn't believe he said them. He turned away and walked over to Kell, looking him in the eyes. The drake's gaze was filled with understanding and acceptance, something that Toby had not actually been expecting. Kell placed a warm hand on his shoulder, rubbing it in place as he moved to press against his lover.

"Looks like you've finally grown some balls on you," spoke Joel, grinning widely as Toby turned around. His gums were pulled back, a threatening snarl displayed as he clenched his fists. The raptor worried that he had just put both of them in danger. It was like watching a storm about to unfold, restrained destruction priming to be unleashed. A shadow of violence passed over Joel's face, the possibility of bloodshed being realized. Toby tensed, as did Kell behind him; the raptor thought the drake would leap in front of him at any moment.

Almost as soon as the danger materialized, it faded back into nothingness. Joel simply chuckled and stuffed his hands back into his jacket, his body language reflecting a more casual, friendly demeanor. Toby was still geared for conflict, but he began to relax when the chaotic husky turned towards Kell, finally acknowledging his presence.

"This one is your problem now, I won't make him come back. He'd be too much of a handful to enjoy now anyways. Right then...as you both were." With that, he spun on his heel and strode off, guards falling in line behind him. Toby shouldn't have been surprised, but he was. Joel was known to become sadistic when he didn't get his way, resorting to violence and brute force to attain something. But it all came back to the husky being unpredictable, a personality trait that likely just spared them a physical confrontation.

Things between he and Kelleur became a bit strained after that encounter; communication waned, they saw each other less frequently, and Kell would act distant whenever they were together. Toby had prepared himself for the worst at that point, as it felt like he was about to lose the drake that had stolen his heart.

One night, Kell had invited Toby out to eat at a fancy restaurant on the edge of the city, and the raptor was convinced that the drake was going to leave him that night. He had mentally prepared himself, but couldn't help but tear up and shiver as soon as he met up with Kell. The prospect of losing the older dragon scared him more than anything in the world, and suddenly his future became more uncertain.

He showed up at the designated time at a place known as Amour Pour Toujours, an upscale French restaurant. Toby didn't know what the name meant, he didn't quite care to look it up, he only considered it a place where they would have their last meal together. The raptor figured that the drake would soften the blow by paying for anything he wanted, like free food and wine would heal a broken heart. Toby had considered blowing off the dinner, of cutting Kell out of his life entirely before he had a chance to harm him, but that was something he would have done in the past. No, he had grown since then and he was not willing to fall back into old habits, no matter how inviting. He decided that if this was going to be their last night together, then he would make it count for something.

Dressed to impress, the raptor approached the attendant waiting at the front, a tall, well-built giraffe with unusually sharp horn stubs.

"Name, monsieur?" inquired the attendant, throwing a casual glance his way before looking back down at whatever he was reading.

"Toby Abernath," he replied, his eyes dancing between the glittering chandeliers above. This place was definitely top class, way above his pay grade. The giraffe simply nodded and pointed over to a stocky looking wolf whom was holding a sign marked "Abernath-Faustia". He thanked the giraffe, who in turn waved him off dismissively; Toby knew he didn't belong here with the elite. He approached the wolf and told him his name, being beckoned to follow right after. Some of the diners glanced at him, some outright stared as he passed, and his feeling of uneasiness grew. The front bar with diamond-studded champagne glasses was a bit tacky for his taste, but it looked like they had a decent selection of drinks. Toby figured that just about every bottle of alcohol there cost about a few months worth of rent for him, so he really had no desire to piss away what little cash he currently had. If he wanted to get drunk after, he'd have to go elsewhere.

He was led up a gold-plated staircase, various designs engraved into each step. At least it gave him a good reason to look down and hide his discomfort. At the end up the ascent, the wolf looked at him and pointed to the far end of the restaurant, where a pair of ornately decorated double doors rested.

"Your party is awaiting through there," he said, departing immediately after without gesture or excuse. Toby's eye twitched in irritation, he deserved more respect than that. Still, it wasn't worth making a scene right in front of everyone, so he sighed and walked to where he was directed. The diners on the upper level at least didn't pay him much attention, or were too pre-occupied to even care. The raptor clutched at his wrist nervously, trying to keep his head straight as he approached what could very well be his last meal with the drake he treasured above all else.

He already had a feeling Kell would be on a balcony or someplace private, he wasn't usually one to dine amongst the public, even those in his own wealth class. The drake was waiting for him under the open night sky, leaning over a rail and gazing at the street under him.

"Hey..." managed Toby, stopping in place after the doors closed behind him. Kell turned slowly, an uncharacteristically serious expression worn on his face. To Toby, this was essentially a confirmation of his worst fears, and he found himself shaking in place.

"You're a little late, dear. Is something wrong?" asked Kell, approaching him. Toby did his best to keep it together, but he was cracking; his discomfort was obvious, he wasn't doing a good job of disguising it.

"I'm...fine. Just ran into a little trouble with some of my tech." That was a good lie, Toby had always had a rather deep interest in constructing electronics; Kell smiled warmly, giving the raptor a bit of hope that not all would be negative.

"Funny you mention your hobby, but we'll discuss that later," he said, gesturing for the raptor to join him at the candlelit table. The spread was impressive: A large plate covered in mini-baguettes took up a good portion of the space, and each was topped with delectable smelling oils and several types of caviar. Toby's mouth began watering, and his stomach grumbled; maybe it couldn't hurt to eat a bit.

About thirty minutes passed as they ordered and received their food, plenty of small talk passing between them but nothing substantial. Everything felt awkward, like Kell was trying to butter him up to lessen the impact of whatever he had planned. His heart beat steadily increased as they neared the end of their dinner, Toby's eyes steadily focused on the drake before him. To his credit, Kell didn't shy away from staring either, his demeanor uneasy and a far cry from his more relaxed body posture. The unorthodox evening came to a head when Kell uttered his name.

"Toby..." The word made his blood run cold, spoken so softly, yet with such urgency. He wanted to get up and run, to flee this impending moment of emotional agony, but he was rooted to the spot, and would endure whatever came.

"Yes, Kell?" he asked, trying not to let his voice crack and betray him; he dragged his fork along the plate nervously, biting his lower lip.

"There is something we need to discuss, babe..." He reached across the table and laid his hand along Toby's, holding onto it. The raptor wanted to push that hand away, but found he could only press it further into the drake's palm.

"O-okay..." he managed, trying to find strength in the warmth of the drake's hand on his. Kelleur cleared his throat and sat back, gazing at Toby like he was a precious gem that he just couldn't look away from.

"I'm sure you've noticed that I've been more...reclusive as of late. I apologize for the sudden change in behavior, but that confrontation with your ex had a rather pronounced impact on me." Toby knew he should never have kept that as a secret, but he had no idea how he would have brought it up. Sometimes the past should stay buried if you want nothing to do with it. It was a monumental task to keep his expression neutral, though he couldn't keep his claws from digging into the wooden table.

"You're far more tense than usual, and terrible at hiding it," chuckled the drake, scratching at his neck nervously. "I'd say relax, but you might not like what I'm going to tell you."

Toby couldn't help but snicker at the remark, sinking down into his seat a little further. "No matter how much it hurts, I want you to tell me." The drake nodded and scratched at his chin, pondering on how exactly he should proceed.

"You kept that from me, but it was a part of your life that you had left behind. I understand and respect that, please don't think I hold it against you."

"Uh huh..." Toby cocked his head, unsure of where Kell was going with this; the drake was eyeing him again, tapping his well-manicured claws on the table.

"I...haven't been honest with you about something since we met," stated Kell, locking his gaze with Toby's. "As you have likely noticed, I usually pick some pretty discreet or far off places for our dates. You know I live in the city, that I'm a businessman, but there is one major aspect of my life that I have purposefully kept from you." Kell scanned the area, his paranoia plain to see.

To say that Toby's curiosity was piqued would have been a colossal understatement, he was practically halfway onto the table as he leaned in. In his head, a list of possibilities were scrolling by at a blistering pace: He's a black market surgeon, an identity thief, leaving for another country, a government agent, a foreign spy, etc. This night had taken an unexpected turn and the raptor was eager to get to the bottom of this mystery.

"I'm..uh..." Kell rubbed the back of his neck again; whatever was on his chest, it was making him mighty uncomfortable to confess. "I'm...married."

A silence descended after the confession, neither saying or doing anything, just sitting and staring at each other; Toby spoke out first. "So...married?"

"Aye," responded Kell, fiddling with his silverware awkwardly.

"And here I was, thinking you'd brought me out here just to dump me..." this statement drew a scornful look from Kell, whom remembered what he just said and simply shook his head.

"What happened in the past was a mistake; you made some bad decisions but decided to move on with your life, everyone has done the same."

"Married," repeated the raptor, still in utter disbelief that he had missed the signs. How could Kelleur not have been married? He was a middle-aged, handsome, moderately wealthy dragon, plenty of girls would have jumped on that opportunity. 'Someone already has,' he reminded himself.

"She doesn't know anything about you, she has her suspicions, but we're safe." That line brought Toby back into reality, causing him a little anxiety.

"S-safe? As in she might do something if she found out?" Kell shook his head, but his followup response did little to quell the raptor's nervousness.

"She would do nothing to harm us, but I cannot speak for her family. They are very...traditional."

'Traditional, as in hates the gays,' thought Toby, drawing his lips back in a sneer. "If I can handle my ex, then I can handle them." Kell nodded and crossed his arms, looking like he had a few reservations about that possible scenario. "So...everything out in the open now? No mistresses or volcano lairs that you want me to know about?"

Kell smirked at the question, but could see that Toby was dead serious. "No, nothing else. Admitting this to you has been harder than you think..."

Toby cocked his head, studying the drake. He wanted to be angry, but knew he would be a hypocrite if he was; Kell's confession had been genuine and heartfelt, he owed the dragon more than forgiveness for after the first debacle. "Look...you aren't losing me. This isn't exactly an ideal situation for either of us, but its better than not having you at all."

Kell opened his mouth to say something, but simply sat back and grinned wide, the raptor could see a slight blush along the lighter scales on his muzzle. Toby slid his tail along the drake's leg tenderly, and the tense emotions faded.

"You know I love you, right? I know I don't say it enough, but I really love you." Kell's words made the raptor blush brightly this time.

"Yeah, I do, and I love you too." They both shared a longing gaze, simply enjoying the company and companionship of the other. Neither knew really how to break the touching moment so soon, but Kelleur had an idea.

"You know what...let's ditch this place. Too uptight for my tastes; how about we go get some juice and head back to your place?" Toby grinned and nodded enthusiastically, jumping on the opportunity to go get drunk with his drake.

"You bet!"

Toby looked upon that night as the true beginning of their relationship, a point where all their secrets were dragged into the light and exposed, yet didn't affect them. A test had been passed, they had something special. Nothing in his life had felt so good as striding out of that restaurant, arm-in-arm with his male. The sheer look of confusion and outright disbelief plastered on the faces of the patrons was just so satisfying; a lower-class street urchin being treated like royalty by a wealthy gentleman? Simply unheard of to those people. Kell made a point to leave a generous tip to the waiter who had served them, but only offered a single dollar bill to the giraffe at the front. "Here, to show my gratitude for how you treated my guest." The look of embarrassment on his face as they strode out the door provided the raptor with such a wonderful sense of vindication that he felt it almost too cruel to enjoy. Almost.

After that they went to the gay bar where they had first met, sharing many drinks and laughs with the patrons there before heading back to Toby's place. They fucked like kings that night, enjoying the most passionate sex they'd ever had at that point. He remembered how damn sore he was for the next few days, nearly unable to walk from the pounding that Kelleur had given him. They talked a lot more about their future after that, about how Kelleur could possibly juggle two lives at once. Toby was curious about how much time the drake would have to spend with his wife in order to dissuade any notions of infidelity, and wondered how often they would get to see each other. He still had his doubts and reservations, but he wasn't about to give up Kell, even if it meant helping the drake actively cheat on his wife. Still, something about the whole situation enticed him, he hadn't felt that excited in a long while; living dangerously could have its perks.

Every encounter after that felt wrong, but in the most erotic way, a taboo to be indulged in away from prying eyes. The possibility of being caught only added to the thrill, but he knew Kell felt terrible about all the lying and deception. The poor drake was terrified about coming clean to his wife, but also hated not being truthful with her. He wanted to have them both, but admitted that his wife had been emotionally distant shortly after their marriage. He felt closer to Toby than his wife, a burden that weighed heavily on him whenever he had to go back home. To the young raptor, it seemed that the drake was staying married out of necessity, rather than want.

The two rolled around in bed playfully, still enjoying their morning together. They enjoyed a little bit of wrestling from time to time, the kind which usually led to lots of sex afterwards. They giggled and growled as they tossed, each trying to claim dominance in that instance; they kissed and ground against each other sensually, naked bodies pressed close. It wasn't long before the couple was going at it hard, Kell's hips working non-stop as he pounded Toby into the bed; afterwards, Kell even let his boyfriend top him for a slower, passionate session until they both came once more.

They both laid alongside each other after, panting and staring blankly at the ceiling. Even after all this time togehter, the sex hadn't grown the least bit stale or boring. They just couldn't keep their hands off each other, even in public, though to a lesser degree. Everyone around them could tell whom the raptor belonged to, from the slightly bow-legged gait in his walk to the loving glances and little kisses they would share. The dragon's marriage notwithstanding, the two were a perfect couple.

Toby traced his claws along the drake's broad, well-muscled chest, whining to him cutely."Ugh...do we really have to get up right now, dear?" Kelleur reluctantly checked the time on his phone, grunting in annoyance before chucking it over onto his pile of clothes on the floor.

"Fuck it, we can stay in for the day and go out later," the dragon said, leaning over to nuzzle his boyfriend; Toby giggled and swayed his tail giddily.

"Soooo...movies and cuddles?"

"Movies and cuddles," agreed his lover.