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The bar was brand new, and empty. Reddish-brown wood lined and decorated everything, making up the bar and tables and 'pillars' up the walls. Patterned maroon and scarlet wallpaper gave the place a much fancier feel than was necessary. Perhaps that was why no-one but Cieran was there.

Cieran liked that this bar was on the third floor. With all the city's raised platforms and walkways, curled around and criss-crossing between buildings, you almost never knew how far down the ground was. Being so far up, the pub was very warm. The Adder was actually able to deal perfectly well with cold temperatures, he just didn't want to.

The corner booth he'd sat in was essentially invisible to the bar staff, and from the rest of the bar. So much so, he thought for a second, that this little cubicle was possibly going to prevent the guy he was meeting from seeing him, so he nervously tapped out a text, before putting his phone back in his little bag. Like a few Animals, Cieran didn't care for clothing when he had his own natural mail - in the middle of Winter, he'd sometimes put on a coat and a scarf, but the body-socks you got for long Snakes were expensive and needed tailoring. This Snake, in particular, was famously thrifty.

He wasn't sure why he'd decided to be so reclusive. They weren't doing anything clandestine or lewd. This was just a drink. A drink with a little Lizard. His 'date' was a few years younger and a metric tonne cuter than Cieran. They'd met while playing Labour Union Skirmish 2, an MMORPG Cieran tried to pretend he wasn't addicted to, and found out in passing that they lived in the same city. Ember, the Lizard, knew a lot about Cieran - his job, that he was polyamorous, that he was an Adder, so on - but it didn't work the other way around. All Cieran knew about Ember was his personality. And his face. Ember did have a very nice face. He was so smooth that you almost couldn't make out his scales. There must have been some other Animal ancestry in him, too, given the huge ears. And the hair. Cieran didn't want to ask, though -- it would have been rude.

Cieran also knew that Ember mained a Halfling coal miner, as opposed to Cieran's senior Orc nurse. Senior nurses, of course, had mainly area-of-effect attacks, as opposed to the coal miner's healing abilities. They made a decent team on LUS2. They'd played together for so many months it seemed reasonable to meet up in real life.

Ember was standing next to him.

"Oh!" Cieran almost jumped back. The Lizard - his pale green skin clashing with the pub's many reds just as much as Cieran's blue-green - could have been waiting there for a while. "Hi! Ember! Hi." He offered his hand... and they shook. Whew. "It's good to meet you!"

"Heheh, you too," Ember replied, a little too shyly. He placed his thick headphones down on the table, and Cieran finally noticed what he was wearing - a sleeveless hoodie, and some reasonably short shorts, and - cuffs and a collar. He managed to make that much exposed flesh and leather reasonably casual. Not to mention the cyan hair. Cieran cursed his old age. He'd just have to stick to dignified naturism.

"Did I just stare off into space while you waited there for ages?" Cieran asked.

"No, no," Ember replied, but without much conviction. Hmm. He shuffled into the opposite seat, then let his feet rest... on Cieran.

"Sorry," Cieran stammered. "There's not much room under there for a-all of, um, me, so --"

"It's okay," said Ember, smiling. He had the same little smile as in his pictures: cute, appealing, and strangely neutral. "It's good to meet you, too." No, not neutral - harmless.

His soles rested on Cieran, now that he knew it was okay to rest them there, and they were warm. For someone who went without shoes, the Lizard's soles were very soft.

They talked about the game, first, then stopped themselves, because they could talk about that when they were both playing. That wasn't what this was for. To clear a little space and leg room, Cieran piled up some of his coils on the seats next to himself and Ember.

"So, um, I've got something to tell you," said Ember eventually, running his claws through his blue hair and resting a hand on the back of his neck. He was obviously nervous. Cieran perked up, and his tongue flicked out, as though that would tell him anything more. "And there's no, no, um, appropriate way of saying it, so. So, uh."

"Hey," Cieran said. He put his closed hand on Ember's wrist. "You can slow down. Breathe for a second."

"I," Ember started, but he stopped. That wasn't the right thing to say, apparently, so Cieran softened his voice, and continued:

"Ember, what's the matter? Are you okay?"

"You, uh," Ember dropped his voice to a whisper and leaned over the table, "you left your mic on last night, and I, uhm, I listened. It was just me on, but I heard... what you did. With, uh, Greg, your... hypnosis... stuff, a-and, that's...."

Cieran's face fell in horror. He opened his mouth to apologise, but Ember continued.

"I've always wanted that," he said, voice so small it was only barely audible over the soft rock on the speakers. "I've wanted to be hypnotised my whole life."

"Oh, have you, now?" Cieran said. His confidence started to come back.

"Um! Um, yes," Ember said, looking away, then looking around, then looking into his drink.

The Adder curled his forest-green tail around Ember's ankle...

"Is that all I am to you, Ember? Someone you can convince..."

...up his shins, brushing under his knees...

"...to be the hypnotic predator you fantasise about?" His coils kept crawling over his new friend's legs, with a sound somewhere between the shifting of fabric on fabric, and leather against leather.

"Um," repeated the Lizard, hand firmly clamped onto the back of his own neck in nervousness. Cieran's tail brushed just between his thighs -- and kept slithering forward for another moment -- and stopped. Ember's feet and most of his legs were happily manacled in slippery, scale-covered muscle, now. He looked into Cieran's red eyes hopefully.

"Wait, is it okay that I'm touching you?"

"Yeah," the Lizard said, the tension flowing right out of him. He wriggled his feet in Cieran's clutches, and felt those clutches tighten up in return. "Yeah, it's good."

"I don't know." The tail did not climb any higher. Cieran looked in Ember's eyes for a long moment, then said, "You still seem like you need to calm down, little one. You feeling jittery?" His thick tail squeezed down on Ember's feet. "Anxious? Yeah, you're... not really feeling well at all, are you?"

A mood was coming over Cieran that came over him relatively often with his boys. He knew Ember lived alone - and he knew he couldn't keep this public tailsie-footsie thing up for long.

"Do you need to go someplace else...?" he offered.

Ember shook his head.

"Let's do it here," he said. Cieran's jaw nearly dropped - nearly - but he was game, he thought. He could do this. There was only the judgement of complete strangers and the chance of being banned from a bar. He could do it. The Adder breathed in - and out. He slithered his tail under Ember's thigh, and around it - and under and around the other one, and continued to lace the rest of Ember's lime-coloured legs together with himself.

"I'm a trained masseur, y'know," Cieran said. He sipped on his drink, and his eyes unfocused, so he could concentrate. He wrapped his tail under and between Ember's legs - to wrap around his tail a couple of times - and round his waist, trapping his hands to his sides. Ember struggled, a little, smiling, and he sighed blissfully when he realised he couldn't move. "I thought I was signing up for a sports massage course, but when I got there, they were playing all this floaty music, there was incense... It was 'holistic' massage. You know what that means, Ember?"

"Mmhm?" Ember looked down and watched as the black zig-zag lines on Cieran's coils flowed between his legs, round his tail, and up, over his elbows. The loops of snake pulled in over him in a way that felt out Ember's strength, and what he was comfortable with. Ember was now strapped in Cieran, sitting on and against the Snake's body instead of the chair.

A voice made them both jump, almost breaking the table.

"Everyone okay for drinks...?" The waiter - Boyd, a friendly enough Badger, with more piercings than you'd expect would show up around black and white fur - was walking towards the table. There wasn't time to uncoil Ember, not before.... he was there. "Nobody else is here, I thought I might as well ask..." and he arrived. "Oh, you're doing this, again?" he said to Ember.

"I thought you just opened today," said Cieran.

"We did," said Boyd. "You're the only ones here, and this is a camera blind spot, so... I'll leave you two to it. Don't go too far."

Cieran nodded, deciding not to look a gift horse in the mouth. He looked Ember in the face, though, almost pointed.

"Don't get jealous," said Ember. He wriggled his fingers and toes in between Cieran's coils, and it excited him again, and he constricted just a little tighter. The mood had been ruined, but only for a moment.

"At least tell me I'm the only Snake coiling and hypnotising you *today*, little Lizard." Cieran stuck his tongue out at Ember, which wasn't very noticeable, as his tongue was forever flickering out of his mouth anyway.

"It -- it was just sex, before," Ember said.

"Go on." Cieran put his elbow on the table, and his chin in his hand.

"There was this Dragon," Ember said, looking at the table. "In the park. I, uh, knew he had a foot kink from when we talked on that sex app, years ago, so I just put my feet out, and... waited. He recognised me eventually. Sat down. He kept looking at my feet instead of my face, so y'know, I brought him here, and... uhm, once we were here, it changed, a little."

"Changed?" Cieran's tail, ever so slowly, began to slither over Ember's scales again.

"He shook himself out of whatever he was feeling when he looked at my feet, and then after we finished our coffee I was under a table on the other end of the bar from here, with his cock down my throat. He was so... warm, y'know. That's. Boyd saw us. He let us keep going. That's about it."

"You're quite warm, for a Lizard," Cieran said, absently. His tail reached Ember's slim shoulders, and besides the Lizard's flexible tail, Cieran was almost completely mummifying his friend now. "I like you."

"I, uhm, I like you too. You didn't finish telling me about your massage course."

"Oh, that?" Cieran slipped his tail tightly around Ember's neck, just above the collar. He slithered into the boy's blue hair, scratching a little with the tip of his tail... before Cieran thought better of it, and wound it around Ember's snout, gagging him. "Well, it was 'holistic'. You know what holistic means, don't you?"

Ember nodded. There was a short silence as Ember shifted a little in the Adder's coils, becoming a little more comfortable.

"Mmhm. It means 'entire'," and so saying, Cieran began to compress his corkscrew-wrappings around all of Ember's body, his legs, his torso, his neck, his snout, his tail, "it means the whole body. Including the soul."

Ember almost panicked, looking to Cieran worriedly, but he saw in the Snake's blood-red eyes a hint of pink - then more of a hint - then just a gentle, swirling pink on black. His worry ebbed away. Thoughts happened, like wondering what the last song was, like what he'd say if he could speak, but they disappeared as fast as they came into being. Ember felt his whole body being pleasurably squeezed, and his mind gently loosening, like when he was high or drunk. Responsibilities could wait. Thoughts could wait. He was distantly aware that Cieran was telling him all of that instead of it being his own decision, and once he realised that, his cock fattened up completely, sticking up proudly from his shorts.

"Now," said Cieran, "I'd normally play with your ass a lot, right now. Or your cock. By now. But we're in public... and I know you like that, but I don't, not to the same extent. So. Just relax into me, for now, and I'll tell you what we're going to do. I'll explain how we can compromise with one another, my open little Lizard."

He leaned further forward, and the pink, curling shapes in his eyes didn't so much slow down as thicken. Cieran delighted in watching the same had happened in Ember's eyes - now a deep black with swirling pink on the surface.

"You're going to breathe for me, Ember. Breathe in through your nose, and out through your mouth. I've loosened enough around that mouth for you to do so. You understand?"

Ember nodded, his eyes glazed and blissed-out.

"Good... now, with every breath you take, I want you to focus on the pleasure that's happening inside you. I want you to imagine all these thoughts and feelings around sex are fusing into each other. Getting hotter, more needful, every time you breathe out. Getting harder and needier, every time you breathe out. Do you understand?"

Ember nodded enthusiastically.

He then did as he was told. In through his snout...

...out through his mouth. Cieran had told the truth. Ember was harder. Thinking even less.

Well, that's not completely true. Ember's fuzzy mind was still capable of imagining all sorts of things. Right then, he was imagining Cieran's cock in his mouth, remembering Floyd the Dragon's, and wishing for a circle of men like them, a buffet all hard for him. He breathed out. He imagined being hypnotically triggered into something with no goal in life but to wrap his lips around a cock. Cieran could trigger him on the phone... in the street. Even here.

Cieran grinned as he swayed his head from one side to the other, checking his rapport with Ember was still going by how the Lizard repeated the motion. He did. Good. He let the Lizard dream to himself, and took a silent sip of his drink.

Ember's mind was racing with every fantasy he'd had about Snakes since he first had those feelings, long ago. He struggled, holding onto all of them at once, and his red-black cock leaked down over Cieran's scales. His whimper was cut off by Cieran lightly squeezing his neck.

"Good boy," Cieran whispered. "I can see how every breath's taking you further and further from consciousness... further into my power... further towards what you really need."

What he really needed - what was that?

Filled, in both ends? A simultaneous orgasm from two men, one spilling down his throat and the other up his hole?

"What you've always needed, Ember."

Ember would have been screaming, but he was gagged and choked. He would have been squirming, but he was squeezed still. He was panting, now, which only exacerbated the problem of getting more and more aroused, more obsessed with sex, every time air left him. He struggled to moan, but was choked off.

"No point crying for help," Cieran whispered, softly, infuriatingly. "You want this. There's no saving you."

What did he want?

What did he need? He wanted to cum. He really, desperately wanted to cum and he knew Cieran knew what he actually wanted, if only Cieran would tell him, if only Ember could think through the muddled haze he was in.

Cieran's coils loosened and less slid off him than melted. None touched his cock. Neither did Ember, though he was now free to. Cieran spoke about coming back to the room, slowly, gently.

"Why did you stop...?" Ember finally sighed out, rubbing at Cieran's loose tail on either side of him.

"Because I'd like to do this in private," Cieran said. "Call me shy."

"Ugh," Ember said, stretching out his tired limbs and tail, "fine, sure."