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Click. Click. Click. The sound of a mouse button being pressed over and over again was about the only thing audible in the room. Maybe if one listened closely, they could hear the faint whir of the computer, but it would have required a lot of attention. Just how Eren liked it - a fast, sleek machine that barely even purred, no racket to ravage his ears when he spent a lot of time on it. And he spent a lot of time on it.

Today, it was just surfing the web. Though, the Charmeleon morph was liable to call this surf session a wipeout. Thanks to recent world events, there was a lot more stupid around than usual, and it was spilling over even to the places he usually went to avoid that kind of nonsense. And it annoyed him to no end.

“Cripes. Doesn’t anyone know how to shut their mouths rather than their brains these days?” he griped to no one in particular. It was a habit of his, talking out loud when there was no one around to listen...something that helped him focus when he was working, but sounded silly to everyone else when he wasn’t. Not that it was about to stop him. “When are we going to require a test to go on the Internet? Surely there’s a way to cut down on the stupid out there.”

The computer didn’t respond. He was happy with that - his computer understood when to shut up. More people should have been like his computer. He sighed loudly, a bit of smoke billowing from his mouth. “Gonna have to find somewhere that doesn’t have toxic shit on it. No way I wanna blow a rest day on working to get away from the garbage.”

Granted, he could have just turned it into a work day, and deferred the rest day to another time, but he usually set that up in advance and didn’t like to change it once it was set. Almost a necessity in his position, to avoid being abused. Being self-employed had its definite perks, one of which was being able to give yourself days off with more freedom than when one had to deal with a boss or company. And it didn’t hurt that work was somewhat slower at the time, having just finished up two very large jobs and having a third lined up to start in about a week’s time. Eren enjoyed working, but he definitely needed his downtime, and relished it whenever he got it.

Though some would say it doesn’t seem like freedom if I’m spending all that time on the same computer I work on anyway, he thought with a quiet chuckle. But freedom is how you see it...means different things to everyone. And the same thing that one person sees as freedom, another can see as a prison. Even a job like this...I’m glad I learned well enough how to find my freedom, and that I can use it how I want.

Not that he took it for granted; Eren knew full well that he’d had a privileged life, and took pains to make himself feel like he’d actually earned it. His was a rich family, but from the start his parents, both successful business owners, made it clear that he wasn’t just going to be handed everything, and even at a young age he was drilled into a work-hard mindset that continued to stick with him. Still, his context made for considerable latitude in how that work paid off. Instead of a typical education, he’d gotten apprenticeships and gone to trade classes to satisfy his interests, becoming a very capable graphic and web designer by the time most students were planning where to go for college. His decision to go freelance was risky but paid off in the long run - doing work for his parents, taking on new clients through their connections, and eventually finding himself making a healthy amount of money.

It didn’t hurt that he seemed to have the family mind for business and money management, nor that he possessed a considerable amount of street smarts as well - he could tell a reliable client from a potential cheat quite well, and had plenty of ways of dealing with common issues like micromanagement and impossible requests. Even though he sometimes wondered if his family name made people treat him with a bit more respect than they would other freelancers, the clients certainly didn’t make it sound that way.

Now, though, he had put some distance between his parents and himself, living on his own without their watchful eyes over him, and it seemed that his efforts were definitely paying off. He routinely got good work, making way more than he spent, and it was clear that he was able to command a good bit of respect in a field where that was in markedly short supply. He enjoyed the personal freedom as well as the professional freedom, and he felt even more accomplished now that he felt much less under the shadow of his parents.

“Mmph...guess I could go work out or something. Or go for a run…” He stood up and stretched, leaning from side to side to relieve some of the tension in his body. “But that would mean putting on clothes...not something I feel all that fussed about right now. Could use the stuff in the basement...is that even set up properly?”

Another nice thing about rest days: he didn’t have to put anything on. Eren was something of a nudist, nothing pervy about it, he just felt more comfortable in the buff and when he didn’t have to wear anything, it was impossible to convince him to do so. Of course he would dress up if necessary - he didn’t go out naked in public (unless in a place it was acceptable) and he was more than capable of dressing professionally to meet a client. But in the comforts of his own home, on his own time, he was going to be comfortable. Which worked fine for him...not so much for his housemate.

Speaking of, he heard a door slam rather down downstairs, drawing his attention a bit. Huh...Felix doesn’t usually make that much noise unless he’s really annoyed. Usually he slamming the doors on the way out, not the way in. Felix was Eren’s human roommate...well, maybe that wasn’t quite the perfect word for it. Eren was the owner of the house (or the noteholder, though he was planning to own as soon as he could), letting Felix live there rent-free. Not something he would ordinarily do for anyone - he wasn’t a stingy person but no-strings-attached was a bad way to be generous - but this was a rather unusual case.

Next came a rather loud thump on the table, and that spurred Eren to leave his room and walk downstairs to figure out what was going on. As he descended to the living room, he saw Felix with his head down on the table, mumbling to himself. Next to him were several heavy textbooks and full folders of papers, no doubt his coursework...and it sure seemed like there was a lot of it. “You okay, Felix?”

The human raised his head, looking at him with bleary eyes with heavy bags underneath. He scowled a bit at the Charmeleon morph. “Maybe I’d be better if you put on some damn pants.”

“Maybe, but then I’d be unhappy, and then you’d probably have a lot less of my sympathy.”

Living with Felix had made Eren understand why people said you should be careful rooming with friends. Felix’s father worked for Eren’s father, and they’d gotten to know each other well over several years through business functions and general geographical proximity. Felix’s family was definitely worse off, though; money always seemed to be a problem, seemingly stemming more from management issues and unexpected expenses than pure amounts. Felix’s mother had chronic illnesses that kept her in and out of the hospital and on numerous medications, and his father had a weakness for being sweet-talked into expensive purchases. It all meant that it was tough for them to stay afloat, and that severely impacted Felix when it came to college - even with loans, it didn’t seem that he would be able to afford it.

Eren’s offer to let Felix live with him rather than in the dorms had been a major factor in his ability to attend; taking out the cost of room and board had made it just manageable. Eren also helped defray costs in other ways as well, doing the bulk of keeping the house stocked with food and other supplies and taking care of the bills, meaning that what little money Felix managed to get on his own could go towards his own purposes. There was no question that Felix was grateful, he said so constantly...which didn’t stop there from being the occasional spat. It never got too serious, but there had been a few stressful moments.

And the particular point of contention most of the time was Eren’s nudity. He’d offered Felix the same luxury, but it was clear the human did not enjoy it like he did, and he seemed to have a very conservative attitude towards body exposure. There was a comment about it almost daily, a minor argument almost weekly, but it never escalated beyond that - Felix knew he couldn’t risk his extremely good deal, and Eren was adamant about his house, his rules, meaning he could wear whatever he damn pleased, even if it was his birthday suit. Sometimes he’d accommodate the human, but it wasn’t often - he just didn’t like it.

But he was fairly sure that that wasn’t the major issue this time. “Is that all your work? That seems like more textbooks than necessary.”

Another loud groan issued from the human. “You’d better be thankful every minute of your life that you never had to go to college. It’s a fucking nightmare.”

“Usually you’re not that down on it.”

“Have you not listened to me bitch at all for the last year and a half?”

“Of course I have, but you’re not about to freak out most of the time. So I’m guessing you have a busy weekend in front of you?”

“Busy?! It’s fucking ridiculous! I’ve got homework for every single class, two big essays, a midterm next week, and I found out that I’m supposed to do a presentation in two weeks, and my partner in chemistry for the group project hasn’t done shit and doesn’t seem to care! It’s just been one piece of bullshit after another, and I’ve got so much to do this weekend, I can’t get it all done!”

Eren frowned. Felix had had bad days and weeks before, but this was something else. The human was almost in a panic over it all...and panic, he knew, was not conducive to good work. He’d learned that lesson very well in his own line of work. “It sounds like you’ve got a lot of work, but you can’t let it drive you crazy. It’ll probably seem like less after you’ve gotten through some of it-”

“It’s not gonna feel like less! I’ve got a billion things to do and they’re all gonna take a billion hours, and I don’t have time for it all! And my weekend’s completely shot, I won’t be able to do anything fun!”

“Okay, dude, relax. You’re overdoing it, it’s not that bad.”

Felix glared at him. “Oh, don’t act like you know what’s going on! You never had to go into college, you don’t know what it’s like!”

Not the best response he could have given, as Eren scowled at him in irritation. “I have a job, Felix. I have to work ten or twelve hours some days, and if I get a rush job maybe more. Believe me, I know heavy workloads, and I know how you have to approach them if you want to succeed. You can’t let them overwhelm you, you have to break them down into manageable pieces. If you take the time to sit down and plan things out, you’ll be fine.”

“I don’t have time to plan things out! I already have too much to do!” Felix let out another loud groan of frustration. “And it might not even matter if other fuckers don’t do what they’re supposed to! I swear to god I’m gonna have a heart attack-”

But Eren had heard enough. Certain things grated on him, and one of those was bitching about workload. His dad had set him straight on that very early on - whining wasn’t working, if you wanted it easier you had to do something about it. Felix needed a bit of an attitude adjustment on that part...and he knew just how he wanted to do it, a chance to do something he’d been hoping to do for a while now. And maybe he was going to get more than just relaxation out of it…

In a sudden motion, he slammed his fist on the table, stunning Felix into silence. His eyes gained a fiery tinge as he gazed into Felix’s, keeping him enraptured in a way he never had before. “Clearly, you’re too stressed out to do your work properly. I’m going to calm you down, and I’m going to do it my way. Now, you’re going to leave all this on the table, and follow me upstairs to my room. And we’re going to relax. Understood?”

“I...o-okay.” The speed at which Felix accepted was a bit surprising to Eren, he’d expected a little bit of resistance or protesting. But he certainly wasn’t about to complain about it, it would make things much easier.

“Good. Now come on.” Eren turned around and started for the stairs, Felix following as if almost in a trance. It was a nice change of pace...maybe he should have asserted himself this way earlier. Then again, maybe Felix had needed a sense of desperate panic to really become so willing...when everything looked bad, a way out was probably more than welcome.

They entered Eren’s room, and the Charmeleon shut the door behind them, then rounded on the human. “Clothes off.” It wasn’t a request or suggestion, it was a direct order and they both knew it. Felix surprised both of them by complying wordlessly, shuffling out of his clothing without even a moment’s hesitation. Eren was impressed by the change in his roommate’s behavior, it was almost like he wanted to be ordered around like this. Had he been hiding something, or was he just so out of it that his brain needed the break from being in charge of himself? Maybe both were true...he would find out in due time.

Within a minute, Felix stood naked in front of the reptile, his face a bit red with embarrassment, hands covering his genitals as he tried to half-hide himself. Not that he needed to be, Eren had no qualms about the human’s body - it was nothing impressive, average in height and weight, not particularly muscular, but it had tantalized the Pokémorph for a long time. Something about it just shouted “fuckable” to him. Besides that, he wasn’t anything special either - his biology gave him a bit more muscle, but his lifestyle meant he had little definition, not nearly the kind of body he could theoretically have had if he spent more time working out. So in his mind, he didn’t exactly outclass Felix that much...but sometimes, it was all about attitude.

“No need to be shy...why don’t you show me what you’re hiding there?”

The human swallowed and moved his hands. His dick was about average for a human, and it was rock-hard. That earned a snicker from the Charmeleon. “Well well...I didn’t know that part of you was so eager to play. I guess you knew what was coming, didn’t you?”

“Uh…” Not exactly the most committal response, but Eren was pretty sure he didn’t need more. The knowledge that Felix was aroused was enough - he’d been wanting to bed the human for years, after all, and living around him had only intensified that urge. And the chance to indulge in a little impromptu dominance play, that was even sweeter.

“On your knees.” Felix went down like clockwork, assuming the desired position. It brought him level with Eren’s reptilian shaft...the Charmeleon was fairly average for a morph as well, which still put him at least double Felix’s dimensions. However, the size wasn’t the thing that really had the human’s attention, nor was the strange pointed, somewhat tapering shape - it was the fact that it was literally steaming. He could feel the heat wafting around them in the air...a heat that was likely to get much more intense for him very soon.

“Ever given head before?”

“Um...o-once. High school. Uh...I...don’t really like to think about it.”

“Taken advantage of?”

“Kinda…more like I...didn’t really know what it was about until afterwards...”

“I assume you know more now. Get to work.” It wasn’t the way he’d originally planned getting Felix’s tongue on his cock, but damn if it wasn’t the most fun way. His clawed hand pressed against the back of Felix’s head as the human started to lick at the tip, getting actively into it more quickly than he’d expected. Shit, has he been waiting for this, too?

It was another bit of embarrassment for Felix to admit it, but...Eren tasted GOOD. The Charmeleon was hot in both senses of the word, both a burning temperature and an intense spiciness in his flavor. And Felix loved spicy, he was always ordering the hottest dishes on the menu, and this was perfect, very intense but not too much for his senses. There was also a muskiness to it, an oily flavor that complimented the spice better than he could’ve expected. The thermal heat was a bit tougher to work around, but the burn never actually felt like it was hurting him, just very THERE, a presence that got more present by the moment.

Eren was too big for Felix to handle all the way, but his mouth was wrapped around the tip and the first few inches of his cock were getting plenty of attention from his mouth. He was pressing it a bit, pushing forward into Felix’s mouth and holding his head in place to make sure it threatened to go deeper, but never pushed it beyond the human’s limits. At some point, the Charmeleon knew it could be possible for the human to swallow him to the hilt, but the heat he put off and the size he possessed were too much for a novice. And he wasn’t about to ruin the moment by overdoing it. He was more than content with the sizzling of Felix’s saliva all over his shaft, and his hands working the parts of him that his mouth wasn’t reaching. Definitely not bad for a beginner...but I’m ready for the main event.

“Okay, that’s good...maybe later I’ll let you taste the filling, but that filling has to do its job. Lay back on the bed, face up...I want to be sure you’re watching while I give you what I’ve been wanting to give you for so long.”

Almost dreamily, Felix pulled off of the Charmeleon - nearly astonished at his own reluctance, part of him must REALLY have wanted that taste - and stepped towards the bed, his pale body standing out starkly against the red covers. He crawled on and laid down, rolling onto his back to face upwards. A moment later, Eren joined him, looking down at him with a powerful, confident expression...one that sent a shiver down him. “Hm, so nice and compliant...do you like it when I order you around, take charge and make you feel like you have to obey me?”

“I...I do, I think…” Felix’s face reddened at the admission. He hadn’t really wanted to give that up to Eren, but he probably couldn’t have hidden it anyway. He’d never been so deferential to the Charmeleon before...but when Eren had taken charge down an the table, it was like it had flipped a switch in his brain, one that must have just been waiting for something to happen. He wasn’t really sure why, he couldn’t remember ever wanting to feel that way before…

But Eren was starting to get it. His rather bluntly clawed fingers started to tweak the human’s nipples a bit - he didn’t know why this worked, not having any himself, but he knew that mammalian types definitely enjoyed it, and Felix’s moans were backing up that assertion. “It’s relaxing, isn’t it? Not having any worries, just being under someone else’s control...no fear of responsibility, just the comforting order of service…” His head ducked down near Felix’s ear, his voice a hiss aptly aided by his reptilian tongue. “Everyone, now and then, needs some freedom for a while...even if that freedom is from their own...autonomy.”

The human was panting hard as the pleasure increased, with Eren suddenly grinding his long, hot dick against his own cock and balls. “Ngh...y-yeah...ah…”

“Mmm...yes, one man’s prison can be another’s freedom...especially when it causes such...stress. Independence...it can be daunting, can’t it?” Felix, even in his haze, nodded sharply. “Indeed...lots of responsibility, lots of stress, lots of things to worry about. Tricky, even if you’re ready for it...but you were never really ready for it, were you?” Another nod, a bit softer and abbreviated as a lick from a burning-hot tongue hit his ear. “No training, no experience, and no...role models. A mother who may have wanted to be but couldn’t, and a father who routinely failed in rather notable ways...you never really were taught anything, were you? And now, you’re trying to make it all on your own, without any idea how to do it...and sometimes you have that little thought, wouldn’t it be nice to just...get away from that, be under someone else’s authority for a while? Is that what you want?”

Felix swallowed and nodded again, more vigorously. Whether it was the heat of the moment or an inner desire finally getting voiced, it all sounded lovely to him. It was true, he was so overwhelmed by his life right now...too much to do, and his mind just wasn’t organized enough to handle it. The idea of letting go for a while, relinquishing that independence to someone else...how deliciously tempting it was. And why did he have to fight it? With Eren clearly eager to play his role in it...giving in had no downside, at least not at this particular moment.

“Spread those legs. Nice and wide. I’m going in rough...and you’re going to love every second of it.” Eren pulled away slightly and started to brace himself as Felix did as instructed once more. That tight hole teased him so much… “Did that experience ever get back here?”

“Ah...no…”

“Well, then, allow me to introduce you to the pleasure.” Eren’s hands pressed down on Felix’s shoulders, and with a quiet growl he thrust in, slamming his cock in to the hilt. A rough start, but just a taste of what was to come…and immensely pleasurable to him, as well, the tight grip that ass had on him was unlike any other. He didn’t exactly have boundless experience himself, but at least a fair bit of action that had him familiar with the sensations, and this beat out most that he could remember. Of course, part of that was the thrill of being able to be so controlling, too…

For Felix, it was a rush that had left him voiceless. Something so big going into a space so tight, he’d heard it could hurt and expected it to...but what he didn’t expect was the violent heat that coursed into him, making every point of contact with the Charmeleon’s cockflesh a searing experience...but a truly bizarre one, the burning utterly pain-free, in face highly pleasurable, and dulling and soothing whatever pain came from the intense stretch. Even as quickly as he’d been broken into, he’d scarcely noticed a hint of discomfort, and there was no doubt at all that he wanted more, much more.

And Eren was all too happy to provide. He drew out slowly on his first exit, dragging his cock against those tight walls and giving his nerves a wild rush...and then he bucked forward again, even faster, driving his thick tool in and stretching him back out all over again. Now Felix’s voice returned, a staccato yelp of pleasure jerked from him as Eren poked a particularly sensitive spot inside him that made it feel ten times better than before. His own dick squirted a bit of pre onto himself, and he squirmed a bit on the bed, though he was held nicely in place by Eren’s hands...the heat emanating from them felt additionally comforting, like he was being soothed both inside and out.

Adding to the heat was Eren’s mildly smoky breath rushing over his body as the Charmeleon hit rare heights of pleasure in his own right. “Goddamn...how’ve you been...keeping this ass untouched...for so long?” he panted out as his claws curled into his covers to keep from jabbing into Felix’s skin, thankfully unable to pierce the reinforced fabric. He wanted nothing more than to barrel into Felix’s body, pound him ceaselessly in a mindless oblivion of ecstasy...but this was more about Felix’s relief than his own, the bliss coursing through his body was a bonus, not the aim. So he steadied himself, rocking back and forth at a good clip but with the design of working over the human’s pleasure points until he finally hit that sweet release. If this went well, he could indulge himself in some more personal fun at a later time...

Felix’s cries and moans were getting higher and louder, suggesting that Eren was succeeding in his aim. It was all the human could do to keep from busting, the pressure was building up in him...yet, he almost felt obligated to resist, to prolong the pleasure until given the permission to release. And besides that, he really didn’t want to rush his first time, especially when it felt this good. Still, the fact that he was bucking absently into the air, unable to hold everything in his body back, made it all too clear that he was near his limit.

It hadn’t been Eren’s intention, but he figured out well enough what Felix was doing, and he approved entirely. With a giddy grin he leaned his head down, hissing into the submissive human’s ear as he plowed in deep. “Want me to fill you up? Want me to pump you full of my heat?”

“Ngh…y-yessss…”

“Then you’ll get it...and your own relief, too. Cum for me, Felix, let it all out, show me how you feel about this…”

The effect was almost immediate, Felix arching back and clenching down as his orgasm rushed forth, no longer held back consciously or non, his dick shooting hard onto Eren’s chest and stomach. The fluid hissed loudly as it came to rest on the superheated scales, rapidly drying on the Charmeleon only to be painted over by the next shots. It was blessed, it felt like all the stress in his body was being shot out with his seed, emptying him of all the worries and frustrations he’d been experiencing.

And midway through his own climax, that void was filled. Eren growled and smacked especially hard against Felix’s rear for the last few thrusts, reveling in the added tightness which sent him over as well. Spurts of wild heat flooded into Felix, a blissful fuel that radiated from his core all through him, filling him with an intense relaxation and passivity that replaced the tension from earlier. His cries reached a new peak and his release came with renewed vigor for a few moments as he writhed underneath the reptile, milking that wonderful cock of all the warmth he could possibly muster. A wonderful sensation for Eren, feeling Felix get so into it and maximize his own pleasure as well...he was panting hard, smoke really coming from his gullet now as he resisted the urge to let out a full-on flame. That would have been an embarrassing loss of control...but he was good at control, and managed to hold it down as he rode out the waves of pleasure and filled up Felix with his heat.

It felt like an age, but finally the pleasure died down and they were left with the complacent consequences. Felix was slumped languidly on the bed, focused on nothing but the churning heat within him keeping him nice and tranquil. It was a heat unlike any other, almost like a wonderful drug...everything he really needed, and had never known he’d needed until now. It pleased Eren to no end to see the blissed-out expression on the human’s face, the mark of a job well done, and a lay he could hardly compare on top of that. He slid his arms under Felix and held him close, adding his body heat to the warmth Felix was feeling; it made Felix sigh and almost melt into him as he rolled over, a soothing pressure and extra heat on his body to break down any lingering tightness he felt. It felt like paradise to the both of them.

Silence lingered over them for a bit, broken when Eren decided it made sense to get down to business. “This weekend...I’m going to start training you. We’re going to get you a scheduler and an organizer, and we’re going to set some structure down. And I’m going to start teaching you how to manage your tasks, and how to prioritize...won’t be an easy thing, and it’ll take time, but I think you’ll find it quite liberating compared to how it’s been for you. And once you’ve gotten better at that, perhaps you’ll start to truly enjoy your independence...though, I can speak from experience, sometimes it’s nice to have a break from even what you enjoy...don’t you think?”

With a quiet moan of contentment, Felix nodded. His mind at peace, he was sure of every word Eren was saying...after all, the Charmeleon always seemed to enjoy his independence, and clearly he had his shit together, much more than Felix himself did. And if he wanted to slip back into that nice, comfortable servile mode...well, he had someone he could trust to take control.

“That’s the spirit. I think it’ll be useful, though, to have some...structure to get to that point. Meaning I think I’m going to have to set a few standard rules around here...the first one being our attitudes towards clothing.” A quiet snicker escaped Eren, his mind enjoying the images it conjured up. “I think you’ll come to...appreciate the release from stuffy garments while you’re in your own space. And it’ll make you appreciate when I let you have more freedom in that regard...a nice introduction to perspective, I’d say.”

“Y-yes, Eren…” For something he’d complained about so much in the past, Felix was finding it hard to muster up any protest against it. The Charmeleon had had quite the impact on him...but so far it had all been entirely positive, a relief he’d needed more than anything he could ever imagine. And if he was really going to be taught how to be properly independent...well, it seemed like a pretty easy sacrifice to make. And perhaps before long, it wouldn’t seem like much of a sacrifice at all.