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"You ready, Verro?" Saber patted the wyvern on the shoulder after he finished strapping his bright-red flight vest on. He made sure Verro's muzzle was loose so he could breathe easier as he flew, but he also knew the wyvern didn't like having it tight. If he had the choice, Saber was sure he wouldn't want to wear either his muzzle or the vest, but it was regulation for the races and a requirement to participate.

Two golden eyes stared at Saber. Usually Verro seemed nervous before his races. He would dance around on his paws and shift uncomfortably in his vest, but right now he appeared more calm than ever. Giving a quick glance around in the stable area, Saber saw no one was looking their way, so he stole a quick kiss on Verro's cheek before he led him out into the stadium.

Today was one of the biggest races in the area, where thousands gathered to watch fifteen wyverns boast their flying skills. Some races were simple tests of speed, flying to point A and point B, while this race was a test of both speed and agility. Here, wyverns would have to fly through giant hoops in the sky and race to the finish.

Saber led Verro on a leash to the beginning line-up. Saber's boss, who was Verro's owner, was already there with his other assistant. They stood next to several other wyverns getting ready to walk out on the field. Very rarely did Saber get to help out on the races; normally, he was just the caretaker for Verro and a couple other wyverns. But today, one of Verro's handlers called in sick, so it was his turn to help out.

Seeing a giant, cheering crowd surrounding him was nerve-racking to say the least! But Saber was more than happy to help in any way he could, especially when it meant getting to spend more time with Verro.

"Ah, there's my purple stallion!" the boss said. He wore his fanciest clothes today: a gem-studded suit that matched the black color of his scales, golden bracers on each of his legs, and an angular hat with a feather stuck in it. "Everything look okay?" he asked Saber.

Saber nodded and placed the leash in his outstretched paw. "He's good to fly!"

But when Saber handed over the leash, Verro let out a soft whine and fidgeted. No one else seemed to notice, but Saber knew Verro wanted him to lead him out and not his boss. Saber gave him a gentle pet and stroked down his feathery mane, and Verro brushed against him.

"Good, good! Thank you, Saber."

Saber bowed his head and joined Alaya, the other assistant today. She was a beautiful copper-colored dragon that wore the same uniform Saber did. An emblem with a wyvern breathing fire was pinned on their chests, representing their boss and his business. She smiled at him as he approached.

"He's taken quite a liking to you," she said.

Saber's face flushed. "O-oh, yeah... I suppose he has." Verro was looking over at him before the boss took him out to be introduced to the crowd, walking to the center of the arena.

"Probably 'cause you two are both purple," she giggled and sat down, curling her tail around her paws. "It's kind of cute."

He sat down next to her and watched as the crowd of dragons cheered for each contestant. "Maybe," he replied with a small chuckle.

It was true Verro had been showing him more affection lately, but Saber didn't mind that, as long as no one knew why! Ever since he let Verro mount him, he had been worried about someone finding out. He wondered what would happen if the boss knew, and it made him anxious to even speak to him when Verro was around.

Alaya and one other dragon handled Verro when Saber wasn't around. He wondered if Verro liked them as much as he liked Saber, and then he wondered if either of them had ever thought about doing naughty things with the wyvern--or any of the other wyverns at the stables. The thought amused him, but he sincerely doubted that.

The announcer shouted out Verro's name, and the two of them clapped along with the crowd. Saber watched Verro and his boss cross the field quite a distance away. They stepped up to the starting line to prepare for the race, along with a rainbow of other colorful wyverns. More wyverns lined up until there were fifteen altogether; the race would start soon.

"Well, why don't we go sit with the boss?" Alaya offered. "He gets a nice spot real close to the field."

Saber saw where she was pointing and nodded. He was eager to see Verro fly, and he hoped he would do a good job.

For being a handler, Saber didn't know very much about the races. He knew the basics, but he didn't know how to bet on them, what to look for, or the names of any of the other famous wyverns. With this being a big race, mostly everyone here could name at least a couple wyverns, but Saber only knew Verro by name; although, he did recognize a couple wyverns from previous races, just because of their unique color.

"He seems eager to fly today," the boss said as they approached. Saber sat down beside Alaya while she sat next to the boss. Lined up at the edge of the field were the other owners and handlers.

"He came really close to first last race. He's probably wanting to prove himself this time," Alaya responded.

Saber gulped as Verro looked their way, his feathers perked. For a brief moment, he worried that Verro would come running over to him and break the line, which would result in an immediate disqualification. Unlike most animals, wyverns were highly intelligent. They understood what was expected of them, and thankfully Verro knew what he was supposed to do, so he stayed put.

Soon, the announcer said a few more words, and then the crack of a firecracker sounded and the race began. The thunder of wings flapping filled the stadium as fifteen wyverns thrust themselves into the sky, propelling forward toward the first ring that was lit up. Once the first flyer flew through that one, the next one lit up, and so on.

Verro was in the middle of the cluster for the moment. Banking around, he made a swift turn and cut ahead by two places and sped forward to the next ring. As the distance grew between the wyverns and the ground, it was easier to spot him by his red vest.

"I wish I could fly like that," Alaya said. "They're so fast."

Saber wished he could too. He thought about flying with Verro, taking the skies with him. It sounded like a fun idea, but Verro wasn't allowed to fly unless it was with his trainer, so he would prepare for the race and not risk injury.

Maybe he'd like to fly for fun instead of all this racing stuff? Saber wondered, daydreaming.

As the race continued, he heard the crowd cheering and shouting a variety of names. The wyverns began to near the ground again, nearly ready to make their next lap out of three, and Verro was in either fourth or fifth place.

But as Verro neared them, he looked over in their direction again and started falling behind.

Nonononono, keep going! Saber wanted to say something, but he knew exactly what Verro was looking at: him.

"What is he doing?" the boss grumbled.

Alaya glanced to Saber, and she saw Saber staring right back at Verro. For a moment, it looked like Verro was making sure Saber was watching. A few seconds later, his attention returned to the race, and he had fallen back to about eleventh place.

"It's not like him to get distracted like that," Alaya said.

"No, it's not," the boss huffed. "He better pull off something amazing or I'm going to be losing money."

Saber knew the boss treated Verro well, but he didn't care for him quite the same as Saber did. He would never do anything to upset Verro, though the wyvern was more of an object to him. Saber didn't agree with or like that, but it wasn't his place to tell what was right or wrong.

Especially when he was the one mating with a wyvern!

But Saber noticed that Verro was surging forward. He quickly overtook the others in front of him and cut off the wyvern in third place. In less than two minutes, he was already back in the front, and he was gaining on the second place.

In the next minute, he passed second and was at the tail of the first. Saber noticed some of the crowd cheering louder as well as his boss and coworker, and the next moment, Verro had taken first place.

But he didn't stop there. Verro continued faster than Saber had ever seen him fly. It was as if every movement was perfect, like the wind was at his back through each and every turn. Verro flew past the first ring to start the next lap with such speed that Saber heard the rush of wind from the sideline. The wyvern in second lagged behind by about fifteen seconds, then twenty, and then thirty.

Verro blew past his competition and had the audacity to do a fancy twirl at the end to secure his victory. Saber cheered along with the crowd, excited that Verro did so well. The purple wyvern stood proudly at the center of the stadium and waited for the others to finish, which took another minute after him.

After Verro looked around at the crowd, his attention returned to Saber another time, as if his face said, are you proud of me?

Then, the boss went to take Verro back to the sidelines, where he gave a deep rumble and nuzzled Saber. Saber's breath caught; both his boss and Alaya saw that. He tried to play it off and bared a bright smile as he pet Verro's snout.

"Good job, Verro," he said and avoided making any eye contact with the other two.

"We'll have to have you along for every race, Saber," the boss said. "It seems like you're his good-luck charm!"

Saber's face felt hot. "I'd love to!"

"Good! Now why don't you two take him back to the stables and get him ready to take back home. I'll go get his medal and collect my winnings." He seemed very eager to do that, a big grin spreading his cheeks.

They both nodded and led Verro to the stables with the other wyverns. Another race would start before long, so it was crowded inside. After tying his leash to a peg, the two of them took off his muzzle and vest, and then pulled out a warm blanket for him to help relax his body. Verro eagerly drank from the water trough in front of him and gave a happy purr.

"So, what's your secret?" Alaya asked Saber.

Heat flushed Saber's cheeks. "W-What?" His tail twitched behind him.

"How did you get him to like you so much?" she wondered, looking over at him.

"I-I uhm... I didn't do anything sp-special." Saber was a stuttering mess, and he hoped she didn't already suspect him of something. "Like you said, it's probably just b-because we're both purple."

"Mhm..." Alaya didn't look convinced, but she let the subject drop, much to Saber's relief.

Verro looked at Saber and gave a soft chirr. Saber petted him and sifted his paw through his feathers before he and Alaya led Verro outside. They waited for their boss to return while watching the crowd around them. Some came to congratulate Verro, others to take photos of him, and a couple wondering about breeding their females with him, which made Saber want to squirm and reject them immediately.

He was surprised to find himself getting jealous again after getting his chance with Verro. And he knew that after a race like that, there were going to be lots of interested breeders looking to pay lots of money to sire eggs from Verro. Before long, Saber would be helping Verro mount the females and have to watch him mate again, and he wished he didn't have to.

After a while, the boss returned and wrapped a golden medal around Verro's neck, a proud grin at his muzzle. Verro looked at it curiously and looked at Saber; it almost looked like he was smiling. Saber rubbed the wyvern's muzzle.

The four of them then took to the skies and flew home, which was about an hour away. Verro noticeably flew closer to Saber than the other two, and Saber was beginning to worry that they would suspect something. Today, he had been much more affectionate to Saber and wanted his attention while he barely acknowledged the other two.

But nothing seemed amiss as they landed and continued about their normal routine. Saber and Alaya took Verro back to his stable while their boss went inside his home on the same property. The two of them made sure Verro was comfortable and happy, and then they left to their own quarters.

They lived on the same giant property as well, but in a separate house. The housing for the handlers and servants was like a miniature apartment complex. There were about seven handlers and four servants altogether, and they each had their own little block of a house in a long stretch of two-stories. With twelve houses total, there was quite a lot of space, but that was nothing compared to the mansion that their boss lived in.

It was visible at the top of the hill from Saber's quarters. The majority of it was painted white, and it was as elegant as one would expect for a mansion. Being a handler, Saber had no reason to visit the mansion much, but there have been a few times when the boss would have all of his workers over for dinner. The inside of the few rooms Saber saw were extremely elegant, rich, and overall astounding.

For being a rather small-staffed company, the stable raked in a giant portion of the boss' income. As well as Verro, the boss owned a few other famous racing wyverns, but they were mostly used for breeding now. He owned many other not-so-famous racers too, but Saber only took care of Verro and two other wyverns, Rolland and Cairo--Saber was also curious about them as well, but he was more interested in Verro because of his good temperament.

Having worked with wyverns for most of his life, Saber was a qualified handler, so he was chosen to take care of the boss' best flyers and give them excellent treatment. So, sometimes he was allowed to take them out of their stables for a while for fresh air and exercise, and that was the perfect excuse for the next day.

Saber couldn't deny that he still lusted for Verro, and their intimate time together only roused more desires within him. He let the boss know that he would be gone for a couple hours to let Verro walk around in the forest with him and get some well-needed time outside his stable. With Saber's plan set in motion, he collared Verro and put a satchel over him with items they may need on their journey together_._

Verro excitedly followed Saber down a trodden trail through the woods, his head swinging back and forth as he sniffed the air and sometimes flicked out his tongue. He always enjoyed his walks, but Saber was certain he would enjoy this one more than the others. For about an hour they wandered through the trees and came to a small clearing next to a rock.

It was just the two of them out in the wilderness, hidden from the judgment of the rest of the world. Saber untied Verro's leash and set it aside as he glanced around to make sure no one had followed them out here. Between the dense overgrowth and thick canopy, it would be nearly impossible for anyone to simply stumble upon them. Saber felt safer here than he did in the drake's stable.

Verro nuzzled Saber with a deep rumble; he seemed happy to get the chance to explore the wilds, as well as spend time with his handler. For a moment, Saber wondered if he would have been happier as a wild dragon. Verro was pampered and well taken care of, for sure, but he didn't have the freedom like a dragon born in the wild.

Saber smiled and gave the wyvern an affectionate lick before taking off the backpack and setting it down on the ground. He pulled out a large bedroll and laid it out on the forest floor, covering up dirt, twigs, and leaves.

Excitement welled in Saber's thudding chest as he stroked a paw through Verro's feathery mane at his neck. After all this time waiting and keeping their affair a secret, he could finally have Verro all to himself where he didn't have to worry about someone finding out about them.

"Do you want to mate with me again, handsome?" Saber cooed. He lovingly caressed Verro, listening to his purrs as he nuzzled into Saber's paw. Withdrawing, Saber took a step back and let the wyvern watch him undress.

First, he unraveled his purple cloak from around his neck and let it fall beside him. Next, he unhooked his loose pants from around his waist and slipped them off, tossing them to the side. Then, he pinched the zipper to his scale-tight suit and slowly pulled it down to expose his naked scales. By now, he had Verro's full attention. His golden eyes stared at Saber curiously, teeming with thought. As Saber stepped out of his suit, he was left with just his underwear. A bulge rounded his crotch.

Baring a sly smile at his observing drake, he sat up on his haunches and slowly tugged his underwear down, exposing just his sheath to Verro, and next his balls too. The wyvern chirred and took a step toward Saber; it appeared that he knew what Saber was doing and why, but he hesitated to see what his handler wanted. Saber stepped out of his last garment and felt the breeze caressing his nakedness, the open air flowing between his legs. It felt good to be exposed like this in the forest, as a feral would be.

Verro eyed Saber's groin with his head tilted to the side. After their last time they spent together, he had learned that Saber enjoyed having that part of him touched and licked. The drake knew it was a special spot that would please his handler. So, Saber kept his legs open and motioned for Verro.

"Come here, Verro."

He obediently stepped forward until his large body dwarfed Saber, though he kept his head level with his smaller handler. Gently, Saber touched Verro's cheek and then guided his muzzle downward. That was all Verro needed before he dipped his head between Saber's legs and started lapping at his soft sheath.

"O-ooohh! Good boy," Saber moaned, his eyes pinching shut as pleasure warmed his loins. He watched Verro eagerly licking him and slathering his hot, wet tongue up and down his thickening sheath. To keep encouraging him, Saber continued to coo as he pet the wyvern between his four black, gold-tipped horns. The drake's breath blew across Saber's genitals; Verro huffed and snorted, inhaling the dragon's scent as his flesh quickly became exposed and bumped into his nose.

"That's it, Verro... Ooohh... yesss..." Saber's flesh swelled and hardened quickly with Verro licking it repeatedly and bathing it in his slick saliva. Every drag of the wyvern's tongue sent shivers up Saber's spine and made his toes curl. Warmth flushed his face as more encouraging moans escaped his lips.

Verro nearly knocked Saber down as his head nudged into his belly. Saber grabbed onto one of Verro's horns to keep his balance and tried to keep him steady while the wyvern lapped at the dragon's hard, exposed cock. Pre oozed from his tip, and Verro wasted no time in lapping it up, tongue curling around Saber's tapered head.

"Aaahhh, good boy," Saber moaned.

By now, Saber could smell Verro's thick, musky scent filling the air around him. Verro lightly humped the air, and Saber caught a glance of the drake's dripping, needy cock bouncing between his thighs. A hot blush burned his cheeks. He had brought along a spreader bar and a muzzle to keep himself safe, but the desire he felt was something primal. He wanted Verro to breed him, to be free and have no restrictions. He trusted Verro not to hurt him, but when he was in the throes of feral desire, he wasn't sure how he would handle taking his smaller handler.

Pulling away from Verro's muzzle, he reached around him and took off the satchel and dropped it on the ground. Verro's head snaked between Saber's legs and made him groan as he continued to slather his tongue across Saber's orbs and undertail.

Saber lifted a hind leg and then toppled over as Verro became a little too forceful in shoving his head into the small dragon.

"V-Verro.... Ooooohhh!" Saber ended up on his back with his legs spread, watching Verro relentlessly lick him. Pleasure was rapidly building inside him and blooming in his loins. Pre spilled from his tip which Verro quickly licked up again. With toes curling and moans escaping his maw, Saber reluctantly tried to push Verro's snout away.

But Verro gave a deep rumble and pushed back against Saber's paw. The dragon's effort was half-hearted, and he couldn't bring himself to stop Verro. It felt so good, and his orgasm was building faster than he could control. When Verro took his cock in his hot, moist maw, Saber lost all hope of stopping him. Instead, his paw rubbed the wvyern's muzzle encouragingly as he lay back and gasped for breath.

"G-good boy... Good boy, Verro..."

It was just like their first time together. The sensations were all too much for Saber. His flesh was so sensitive, and the way Verro's long tongue curled around it was entrancing. Saber lost himself in the pleasurable bliss tingling through his scales and let Verro loudly suck him off. He slurped while Saber's flesh squelched in his wet mouth. Saber's hind legs were spread open wide, an eager invitation for his drake to continue.

It was like Verro wanted this and planned it. He moved up and gently pinned Saber down with a wing as he bobbed his head on his length. With his larger muzzle, Verro was able to purse his lips around Saber's swollen knot and take his entire cock inside his mouth. When he started suckling on it, Saber lost all control and moaned loudly.

His flesh throbbed and pulsed, spilling thick ropes of his seed down Verro's throat. The wyvern rumbled deeply and let Saber cum in his maw while his tongue slid up and down his length. Saber clenched his toes and pedaled his hind legs, squirming on the ground. Pleasure burst inside him and illuminated his body in sensational waves of bliss.

Saber gasped for breath and groaned as the last spurts of his sticky seed oozed into Verro's maw. Closing his eyes, he relaxed and let Verro clean his twitching cock. It jumped and throbbed against Verro's tongue, and Saber shuddered as his sensitive flesh was licked.

As he opened his eyes, he was happy to see Verro rumbling and looking up at him as if to see if his handler enjoyed his oral service. His head wedged itself between Saber's thighs while he continued to slather the flat of his tongue up and down Saber's softening flesh.

"Aaahh, okay, Verro," Saber said and pat his muzzle. This time Verro did pull away. He chirred deeply to Saber and watched him with intelligent eyes. Saber petted him lovingly with a soft smile spreading his lips.

"You're such a good boy, Verro," he cooed. "I bet you were waiting to do that."

Verro nuzzled Saber's paw roughly and gave a low whine. Between his legs, his cock was throbbing needily and dripping more of his arousal than before. He wanted to bury his cock into something warm and soft, and Saber was the perfect dragon to help him with that.

But he hadn't expected to have already spent himself in Verro's muzzle. He wondered if he would cum again if he let Verro take him. However, he decided it didn't matter if he reached another orgasm; he wanted to make sure Verro had his pleasure too.

So, like he had initially planned, he moved over onto the bedding and spread his legs for Verro again. The drake groaned and moved with Saber, still nuzzling into him. Saber cooed softly and stroked Verro's neck with his paws and sifted through his feathers. He tried to pull Verro over him and soon had the wyvern's large, lithe body pressing up against his.

Verro didn't quite know what Saber was wanting, since there wasn't a rump in the air to mount, but his needy thrusts pushed between Saber's thighs anyway. His cock rubbed against Saber's crotch, smearing pre and arousal on Saber's sheath and balls. More whines spilled out of his maw as he grinded against Saber roughly. Without any harnesses, muzzles, or restraints, Saber was at Verro's mercy. Thankfully, the wyvern was careful with his smaller handler as he gripped his body and pulled him closer, enveloping Saber in his wings.

Saber cooed softly and licked Verro's muzzle as his forearms wrapped around him. He closed his hind legs over Verro's rump too and tried to line himself up with Verro's flesh as it jabbed into him. Pulling his hind end up into Verro's lap, the drake's hard cock poked against his tailbase. It felt so good to have his big, strong, muscular body on top of him, and to be this intimate with a feral wyvern was exhilarating.

"Almost, Verro," Saber said. "Be patient..."

But Verro had no patience. He aimlessly humped Saber while whining and growling. It took a few more tries before Saber felt his warm, tapered tip pushing right up against his pucker. He made another thrust and groaned loudly as he slipped inside his tight handler. Saber cried out and latched onto Verro securely as his cock spread him wide open and forced itself inside immediately.

Like their first time together, Saber felt pain throbbing in his loins as Verro stretched him with his thick girth. He penetrated Saber and thrust in and out of him, grinding his cock against his tight, clenching passage. Wincing, Saber took Verro's sporadic thrusts that rocked their bodies along the ground as he clung tightly to the wyvern. Muscles bulged and flexed as Verro groaned and took his handler beneath him.

"O-ooh, gods, V-Verro!"

It was exciting to feel Verro without any restrictions. He was at Verro's mercy, a small drake pinned beneath such a large, strong wyvern. Whatever Verro wanted, he would have to give it to him, and he desperately wanted Saber.

Saber tried to relax his muscles, but they kept clenching around Verro's large flesh as it ravaged his tailhole. The small dragon bounced back and forth with Verro's thrusts, his hips patting against his lap repeatedly. A hot blush filled Saber's cheeks as that hard cock rubbed against his prostate with each thrust. Pleasure quickly replaced the initial discomfort, and Saber's length grew from his sheath, pressing at Verro's underbelly. He was soon harder than a rock as Verro's flesh grinded against his swollen prostate.

The more Verro rubbed against that pleasurable spot inside him, the more pre that came oozing out of his tip. Saber was surprised to already feel his orgasm growing so soon after the last, and he wondered how close Verro was too. The wyvern moaned his pleasure to Saber and slathered the flat of his tongue roughly against Saber's exposed neck, where his blue scales merged with purple.

Flinching, Saber huffed and trembled, that lick sending shivers throughout his body. He wasn't sure what Verro would do without his muzzle on--would he bite Saber? That lick was tantalizing enough that the purple dragon was already stretching his neck out to him, eager for more which Verro quickly returned. They were affectionate, sensual licks which Saber deeply enjoyed, so he stroked Verro's feathery mane and encouraged him with soft coos.

"Good boy, Verro... Oooohhh! Yesss, Verro," he moaned.

Verro was moan-growling with every hard thrust as his hips slapped against Saber's. He was getting closer, and that was shown through his rougher mating. Arching his back, he slammed into Saber's rump and rolled his hips, pushing Saber's lap toward his face. Saber's thighs gripped Verro's flanks securely, letting the large drake move his body with his thrusts.

Saber found himself lost in bliss, his mind swimming with pleasure as heavenly waves lapped against the back of his head. Panting and moaning, he wrapped around Verro's large body tightly as the wyvern took him in the throes of his ecstasy. The wyvern's hard, slick flesh slipped in and out of him, squelching and rubbing against his tight, soft insides. His thick, bulbous base finally slipped inside Saber's tailhole and swelled with blood as they both cried out.

Verro's flesh tugged on Saber's insides and spread him wide as pressure pushed on his passage. Sharp teeth scraped across Saber's neck before Verro bit him and shoved him into the ground as he made his claim, breeding the eager dragon.

Saber blushed intensely, lust filling his dizzy head. It all happened so fast, and Verro was cumming inside him. The bite hardly hurt and only added to his pleasure that quickly spilled over, his cock twitching and oozing his cum. It drizzled from him and lightly pulsed unlike the thickness of Verro's length throbbing inside him. Warmth flowed through his loins and filled his tailhole. His own seed spilled over his belly scales, making a mess on his stomach.

Curling his toes, Saber moaned to Verro and grabbed his shoulders tightly, claws digging in. The pinnacle of pleasure bathed him in warm, throbbing bliss, the back of his head thrumming. Verro was limp on top of him, groaning with deep rumbles filling his throat. They spent themselves with each other and panted through their afterglow.

Saber found himself stroking up and down Verro's neck, his body entwined with Verro's. Their tails were curled together as Verro pushed up against the small dragon, cock buried inside him. It was a wonderful feeling, and he hoped Verro felt the same way.

The wyvern eventually stirred with a deep rumble and licked Saber's snout lovingly. Saber nuzzled and licked Verro back, expressing his affection as another wyvern would. Then, Verro moved and pulled out of Saber with a wet squelch, the pressure inside his tailhole disappearing and replaced by a slightly sore ache. He lay down next to Saber and pulled the small dragon against his vibrating chest, snuggling him.

Saber couldn't have asked for more. He nestled in with Verro and relaxed, his head rested against his broad chest. It was hard to believe that he was naked and cuddling with a wyvern in the middle of a forest because it felt too good to be true.

He looked into Verro's eyes and saw that they were closed; he was completely relaxed and content to lie there with Saber. Saber let the moment last as long as he could, but eventually they had to separate so Saber could dress. Later in the evening, they returned home, and Saber led Verro back to his stable. It was a reluctant goodbye, but Saber told Verro that he would be back tomorrow and the following days to come.

And maybe once again they would get to share their pleasure!