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Davis's hand slipped into his pocket, fumbled, and retracted holding his ID card. His offhand gripped the door's handle, while the former slipped the ID card in and out of the reader. A small green light blinked and his hand turned the door's handle. His dorm room door opened as Davis pushed, the human following it into his room. The room greeted Davis with the standard funk, the sight of laundry strewn about, his messy desk with snack wrappers scattered across it. A huge pile of assignments threatening to topple off the side of the desk; some graded and months old, mixed in with half-completed assignments to be hastily jotted upon at the last minute and turned in in the next few days.

However, today something was a little different- the bed had been made. That practically never happened. Usually Davis had thrown the sheets and blankets across it haphazardly or bunched and tangled up, found most often with a Veemon sprawled across them- if he was not at the PC or TV playing games. Instead, someone had made the bed, blanket stretched taut across the mattress- that someone was certainly the Flamedramon sprawled across it, a PS Vita in his hands. The blue, dragon-like Digimon lifted his eyes from the handheld device. A grin spread across that blue-and-white snout, studying Davis up and down.

"I sort of expected you to be shit faced."

Davis rolled his eyes, letting go of the door, which pulled itself closed. No need to have others peek in and spot Flamedramon, nude- more nude than usual, at least, with his armor in a neat pile at the foot of the bed- and sprawled across the bed. Not that there was much question about the "single" human's and Digimon's relationship among the dorm's floor; they weren't exactly quiet most the time.

"I had like, two beers. And a shot."

Flamedramon smiled wider, more genuine. He backed up on the bed, setting the Vita aside on that dangerously-ready-to-topple pile of work.

"Well then... Guess it's good I worked up the energy to digivolve, birthday boy."

That got a big smile from Davis; the buzzed human's eyes traced down Flamedramon's body. The bare, smooth chest of pale cream color, trailing down to smooth stomach displaying faint musculature, the cream color ending just at the last set of abdominals. And below that, blue; a smooth swath that resumed the color of Flamedramon's body, along his groin, inner thighs, tail. The blue was predominant over Flamedramon's body, spare the cream from his chin to tummy and the digimon's palms and soles.

"Damn straight... Birthday boys should always have a hot chick in their bed."

Flamedramon's hand had been sliding down his stomach, near his thigh; it stopped there, fingertips near a slit that rested between his thighs. Laid out, tail between his thighs, both his fore and tail vents were visible. Generally, very subtle, just a line among flesh each- the fore longer than the tail vent- at the moment it was more obvious, swollen. Davis's eyes were fixed on those fingers, the vent... but the halt in movement drew his attention upward once more. Flamedramon was scowling at him.

"Sorry, sorry! I know you hate that... I was just joking."

The apology didn't change Flamedramon's expression. Rather than proceeding, the dragon's hand lifted up, joined by his other hand. They both folded behind Flamedramon's head, resting between it and the wall. Davis noticed the tip of Flamedramon's tail, twitching to the side subtly now and then. A sure sign Davis had upset his lover.

Unspoken lover, at least. Most days. Both Davis and Veemon ... Flamedramon, whatever form he was in, were headstrong and proud fellows. Neither openly discussed being with the other, and generally ignored questions regarding them. They played it off like two bachelors living together. They acted as though they were sure absolutely no one knew about it, and everyone just ignored their immaturity. Stubborn as an unmovable object, and eventually everyone just gave up trying to prove otherwise.

They didn't even speak to one another about it; most the time they just cuddled, fucked, went about their relationship with subtle gestures or actions, only stopping or changing things when instructed by more subtle gestures and actions. With how similar they were, it looked like they read one another's minds from the outside. That they loved one another, and were meant for one another, was not questioned by anyone. But, Davis was still the woman-crazy letch who fantasized his lover a female. Flamedramon was fine with the fantasy- in Davis's head. He rather disliked Davis vocalizing the fantasy- even with what was soon to come; Davis's birthday being one of those off days, where they acknowledged their relationship, Flamedramon doing special acts for Davis. Davis, in turn, returned the favor on Flamedramon's birthday (that they had chosen a date for), among the other few days they were open- Valentine's, Christmas, and their New Year's kiss (make out/hardcore sex session).

Davis shrugged off his jacket, letting it fall onto the floor. Discarding his shoes at the door, he made his way to the bed- knowing he had little time to fix his error. He leaned over the bed, left hand resting on the wall to brace himself above Flamedramon. Davis caressed Flamedramon's jaw with his right hand, gently kissing the Digimon's finely scaled lips.

"You know, you're the most attractive Digimon to ever exist? In any and every form."

Flamedramon grunted, not returning the kiss. But his muzzle did turn into a faint grin in response to the complement.

"You're just desperate to fuck my vent."

Davis huffed as though he were offended, his nose gently resting against Flamedramon's muzzle tip.

"I'm just desperate to make you happy," Davis retorted in his best sweet voice. His hand traced down along Flamedramon's neck and chest, following the seam where blue met white.

"Mmh... Does that mean I could fuck you for your birthday?" Flamedramon asked, voice dripping with playful, mischievous intent. It wouldn't be the first time, but Davis always moved pretty funny for a few days after. While Davis was a rather hung human, Digimon tended to be on a different level when it came to genitalia, Flamedramon being no exception- and maybe even further into the 'impressive' size when it came to digimon. And while 'plumbing Davis' was rather high on Flamedramon's list of fun times, it wasn't so feasible without a 3 day weekend or longer for the human to recover. Veemon took several days to recover as well, having to burn through a lot of energy to digivolve, and he was a bit of a power top as Flamedramon. That was much easier, however. Unlike Davis, Veemon wasn't half-way through college, nor did he have classes most weekdays.

"How about..." Davis trailed off, his fingers still tracing that seam, until he got to the bottom edge of the white and blue tangent- just a couple inches above Flamedramon's vent. Davis turned to sit on the bed, next to Flamedramon. "We start with some cuddling, kissing, touching... And I eat out your vent that way you love? Then we can see where we go from there."

Flamedramon's smile grew more genuine. His hands slipped from behind his head, one going to his side, the other wrapping over Davis's shoulders.

"I wonder how you never got Kari with such romantic sentiment," the digimon teased his tamer, winking after. Davis winced- all these years later and it still held a twinge of envy- but it was fair, blow for blow, with his earlier comment. Davis considered protesting, but the pleasant buzz of alcohol and the heat of his lover against him assuaged the insult. Flamedramon's hand had slipped down along Davis's spine, griping the hem of the human's shirt. He pulled upward, drawing the shirt along Davis's back, up past his shoulders. Davis lifted his arms and the cotton pulled free, to be tossed on the floor with other dirty laundry.

"You're spicy," Davis commented in a quiet mumble, pressing up closer against Flamedramon. His hand once more fell to the pubic line of Flamedramon's coloration, then began to slip lower. "It's crazy how different you and Veemon smell," Davis quietly added, pressing up closer, bare chest to Flamedramon's side. His shoulder was just under Flamedramon's armpit, putting the human lower- allowing his fingers to venture lower on Flamedramon's body.

"Mmh... And you stink like sweat and beer. And Davis," Flamedramon responded with a playful hiss in his tone. "Y'smell different than when we met too," The dragon continued. "Besides, it takes a lot to work up digivolution without like... a battle or something. And then, I ha-... hahhh..." Flamedramon trailed off. He'd become distracted, having Davis's fingers tracing along his heated vent opening. When Davis sunk his ring and middle finger steadily in, until they were fully hilted within the Digimon, had successfully thrown Flamedramon off track.

"Yeah... Hate going out digivolved... Everyone staring at what a gorgeous body you have..." Davis murmured in a quiet tone, paired with the slick, slimy sounds of Davis's fingers moving in and out of Flamedramon's vent. At their deepest, he could feel Flamedramon's shaft tip. It had give, but was firmer than the plush, silky walls inside Flamdramon's vent. Davis was sure Flamedramon had worked himself up a good bit before the human arrived home; his vent was already incredibly slick along the lips, likely a bit of fingering Flamedramon had already given himself.

"I swear, every time I feel in here, it's hotter than the last," Davis cooed to Flamedramon. The dragon could just faintly chuckle at that, breaking into another soft groan as Davis coaxed in a third finger, all but pinky and thumb now inside him. Davis kept slowly sinking in and out, his head rising to Flamedramon's. Their lips met, and their awkward kissing ensued.

A flat, human mouth and a muzzle weren't entirely suited to kissing one another. It was easier with Veemon, though that tiny dragon had a huge mouth and tongue in comparison to Davis's regardless. Flamedramon's and Davis's heads turned opposite from one another, allowing Flamedramon's upper and lower jaws to press on the sides of Davis's mouth. If it were a battle of tongues, Davis lost immediately. Powerful, slick, slimy tongue filled Davis's mouth. It coiled around his own, massaging against it. At first it had seemed unusual, awkward when Flamedramon and Davis kissed- or even when it was Veemon's tongue in his mouth. A lot more vigorous, powerful than Davis had expected; though, to be fair, he had little human kissing experience to compare it to.

While they kissed, Davis suckling on Flamedramon's tongue and swallowing the slimy dragon saliva, Flamedramon's hand reached over. While his right arm held over Davis's shoulder, dull claws pressing into the flesh of Davis's back, the left hand moved to Davis's lap, crossing the human and dragon's forearms. Flamedramon kneaded his hand against the oblong bulge down Davis's pant leg, returning the stimulation Davis was giving to his vent- though many fold less, surely. Both Davis and Flamedramon loved how sensitive the dragon's vent was, having been brought to orgasm through Davis's ministrations to it several times before.

The kiss broke a few minutes later, when Davis's fingers drew out of Flamedramon's vent. They left a thick trail linking the vent and fingers, a mix of Flamedramon's internal lubricant and copious pre that flowed from the dragon. It had already filled and overflown from the vent, dribbling out the lower edge. It pooled between Flamedramon's fore and tail vents, in the crook of his tail base, then dribbled down either side of his tail to the bed below.

Davis shivered at lips and teeth on his ear. The thin, slick tip of Flamedramon's tongue coiled around in his ear, teasing a moment. Flamedramon whispered into Davis's ear, "Want some time in my muzzle? Or you going right in?" he asked while giving a firm squeeze to Davis's turgid flesh. Davis turned and leaned back against the wall, drawing his ear from Flamedramon's far-too-skilled muzzle. The human panted and regained his composure for a moment, his hand wiping the copious slickness on it into the bedspread. He glanced to his own groin, a hot, dark stain of pre having spread into a messy circle on his thigh.

"I said I was going to eat you out," Davis mumbled, watching Flamedramon's fingers skillfully, one-handed work his belt and pants open. The mild buzz from drinking paired with Flamedramon's scent, taste, and a load of cum Davis really needed to blow leaving the human vaguely incoherent.

Flamedramon rolled up, over the reclining human. He got to his knees, hands gripping Davis's pants and the jock strap beneath them. "It's your birthday, I want to make-" there was a heavy, slap-like thud as Davis's dick flopped up from his lowering pants and onto his belly. It flung an arc of pre into the air, making a streak over Flamedramons' thigh. The digimon chuckled, looking up to Davis once more. "You look quite eager."

Davis shook his head, sitting up and pushing from the wall. Once Flamedramon had drawn the pants and jock entirely off Davis's legs, the human lifted a socked foot and pushed at Flamedramon's chest. Flamedramon sat back on his ankles, kneeling on the bed, curiously glancing back to Davis. His hands moved up, gripping and starting to massage the damp socked foot.

"Nah, I really want to. I want to get you close so you like... shoot while I'm in you," Davis sluggishly mumbled. He sat up once more, adjusting himself until his back was flat against the wall. He could feel where it was cool on his skin, and where it was hot from Flamedramon being against it previously. Davis grinned dumbly, "How about..." He splayed his toes, trying not to get too lost in the pleasure of his foot being rubbed. "You get me wet, then I'll eat you out 'til you're close, and then... we do it?"

Flamedramon kept idly massaging. He tilted his head curiously, listening to Davis and studying his partner's face. Flamedramon could feel his muzzle heating, sure a blush had formed on it. It was very different than years ago, when Davis would have just jumped atop him and fucked Flamedramon's vent the second it was offered- quite uncomfortably, as well, the first few times. This was downright romantic- or at least, the closest the two might ever get.

"Sounds like quite a birthday present for us both, my love," Flamedramon quietly retorted to his partner. He lifted Davis's foot from his chest, nibbling the socked tip until he could snag the cloth between his teeth. He leaned back, drawing his head back, pulling the ankle-length sock free. He spat it onto the floor, then turned to Davis with another devilish smile.

Davis's eyes widened, "He-!" he was cut off and burst into giggles as Flamedramon's slick, slimy tongue worked up along the heel, arch, ball, and between the toes of his foot. The giggles worked into a groan as the tongue trailed its last, thinnest tip between Davis's largest and second toe. Flamedramon's muzzle wrinkled a little; it wasn't bad, in scent or taste, but it was distinct and pungent. Regardless, it was absolutely worth it to see how Davis squirmed and trembled afterward, recovering from the oddly ticklish and oddly sexual feeling. While neither was distinctly into feet- spare the odd kink kindled for a night- it was still a very sensitive, and fun, place to get one another.

"Just making sure you're awake, mister 'I'm just buzzed'," Flamedramon teased before he pulled firmly on Davis's ankle and leg. Flamedramon rocked back to sit proper and drag Davis down onto the bed from sitting against the wall. Davis's leg was lifted afterward, along with the other, thighs suddenly resting atop Flamedramon's shoulders.

"Well, I for sure am now," Davis mocked while his hands reached above him, gathering a pillow and positioning it under his head. It made for a good angle to watch Flamedramon work without straining his neck. And boy, what a sight to watch- his thighs resting over the powerful shoulders of a dragon digimon, who's head was just at his groin, so close Davis felt the heat and humidity of the fire type's breath upon his nethers. It was a stark contrast, the blue and white against the pallid flesh where Davis's clothes hid, the darkness of Davis's tanned legs and his darkly tinged genitals, and the brown, (short-trimmed for Veemon's sake), curly hair that ran from the human's navel to surround his junk.

Their eyes met for a few moments, staring into one another. Flamedramon's eyes were hungry with lust, desire, and the rich love they both shared. Davis could feel himself blush at that point, a soft gasp escaping as the dragon's muzzle descended. Flamedramon nuzzled up under Davis's sack, then around the side of it, between the seam of Davis's groin and thigh. He huffed several whiffs of his lover's scent. It was very rich, as the active fellow Davis always was, and so very familiar, if vaguely repugnant in strength and sweat. At least, at one time it might have been. Now, it was his lover's, and he happily drank it. On the second pass, Flamedramon's tongue extended to lick along Davis's taint, up along his scrotum, and- with great care- rolling one of those orbs into his muzzle. Davis groaned freely, hands gripping tight on the pillow beneath his head. His hips rolled up against Flamedramon's hot muzzle. The dragon was gently caressing and kneading that orb with his tongue, oh-so-lightly suckling upon the sensitive flesh.

It was freed with a vague 'pah' sound, Davis's sack falling back between his thighs, only to have the treatment repeated. This time his other teste was taken in, Flamedramon nursing on this one a bit longer. He used the time to trace his fingers teasingly along Davis's sides, belly, then to his groin. Flamedramon's tongue slipped out the side of his muzzle, fishing the other orb up into his snout. He worked on both at once while his silken palm and powerful fingers wrapped around Davis's club of a cock. This was vaguely 'dangerous' territory, as Flamedramon's hand stroked down, rolling Davis's foreskin back off his glans.

If Flamedramon wanted to, he could make Davis cum right then. But the Digimon knew just where his partner's thresholds were. His hand worked slow, his grip on the shaft so very light, just enough to peel back Davis's extensive foreskin. Pre poured out of it onto Davis's navel and belly, earning a 'mmmmh' of approval from Flamedramon's stuffed muzzle. He continued his gentle treatment with his tongue and hand until Davis's frenulum was drawn taut. Davis's hips thrust hard up, mashing Flamedramon's nose into the root of the human's dick. For a moment, Flamedramon thought he had misjudged and set Davis off- but the thrust produced but a clear spray of pre. A rather impressive one, for a human, the wad stretching from his shoulder to lower chest. Flamedramon let those orbs slip, one at a time, from his muzzle, then licked at his salty lips. Davis had definitely saved up for his birthday present.

Flamedramon used his grip at the base of Davis's shaft to point it upward, another string of pre connecting the shaft to Davis's belly. It broke as the cock pointed upward, toward Flamedramon's muzzle. He let out a slow breath over the shaft's tip, savoring Davis's squirming. The poor human had his eyes shut tight, was biting on his lip, clearly fending off impending orgasm. Flamedramon let out another breath, teasing his lover.

"Sure you won't blow in my muzzle?" Flamedramon teased, his fingers squeezing the root of Davis's over-sized cock.

"Mm... mmmhmmm... be gentle," Davis mumbled without opening his eyes. Flamedramon felt Davis's heels gently press into his back, drawing the Digimon forward. He cooperated, more than happy to have Davis's dick in his muzzle. Unlike when he was Veemon, Flamedramon didn't have to nearly invade his stomach to suck the human's impressive endowment. Not that he disliked that feel, but variety was fun- and having absolute control with his longer muzzle, larger size, and far more skilled Flamedramon tongue gave wonderful contrast to having his throat railed.

Flamedramon continued, gentle as ever, knowing to go slowly and only lightly use the powerful tongue and lips that could get Davis soft to blowing a load in less than a minute. The poor human was already so worked up he trembled when Flamedramon's muzzle closed around his shaft at mid-point. The dragon's tongue languidly wrapped around the shaft, slurping slowly up to the tip, then down toward the base. With the downward tongue movement, he slowly descended on that shaft until his lips pressed firmly into Davis's short pubes above and sack below. Flamedramon's muzzle froze there, feeling Davis tremble again. Then a hot jet of pre blasted the back of Flamedramon's throat. He smiled around the shaft in his muzzle, giving a single faint suckle and swallow. He knew well the heat of his muzzle along was pure torture for Davis, nigh unbearable pleasure to resist orgasming.

Flamedramon rest there, feeling the turgid shaft throb steadily in his muzzle. They were built for one another, the root of that cock between his lips and the tip just tickling at his throat. His hands caressed along Davis's thighs while he waited for the Tamer to relax. After a minute, he did, and Flamedramon resumed. He suckled gently on the hefty meat, then coiled his tongue back around it. He drew upward, leaving the flesh slick and slimy with the dragon's sticky, copious saliva. When he drew off the tip, Flamedramon released the shaft's base, foreskin rolling back up and engulfing the glans once more. Davis gasped and sat up, pushing at Flamedramon's face.

"That's enough, That's-" he was cut off as Flamedramon's hands lifted up and pushed Davis's thighs, toppling him back down onto the bed with Flamedramon climbing atop Davis in a rather precarious position.

Flamedramon playfully teased, "I figured."

Davis huffed indignation, but it was hard to focus. He was still riding the afterglow of edging, nearly orgasming down his partner's muzzle. He watched helplessly as Flamedramon climbed atop Davis, using the new position, and pillow behind Davis's head, to his advantage. Flamedramon straddled Davis's torso, knees resting on the bed just beneath Davis's armpits. Flamedramon's groin rest several inches in front of Davis, giving the human quite a unique view. Davis always fancied it was somewhat like being with a woman, despite knowing the monster hiding inside that vent. However, the slim groin, smooth thighs, leading to a vent, now swollen and aroused, did have an undeniable feminine aesthetic to it.

There wasn't much feminine, beyond the look, though- and that was only because Flamedramon was giving Davis a special time. Otherwise, there'd be a hard, draconic shaft against his cheek, over his shoulder, throbbing with arousal and eager to be within Davis- whichever end it was allowed to get at. Davis knew full well when hilted it made his throat bulge down past his clavicle.

The scent wasn't feminine at all, either; Veemon- all the Digimon- had a strong scent to them, and much like humans, there was a very obvious difference between the feminine- such as Gatomon or Biyomon- and the masculine, like Veemon or Gabumon. In this form, Flamedramon's scent was far more intense. Masculine, heady, sweaty; a scent you could get lost in, were that your predilection. Of course, Davis had been there many times before, just holding to his lover, or pressed to a poignant spot of his body, trapped against that heat, rich scent, the world fading away...

Davis felt a powerful grip atop and behind his head. His eyes turned upward, returning to reality, meeting Flamedramon's. Davis's buzz was stronger now, whether it be that shot he took just when leaving the bar, or being lost in his lover. Flamedramon had a lusty, eager smile.

"Eat up, birthday boy," Flamedramon rumbled. With a small shift of his hips, Flamedramon worked his groin onto Davis's face, immersing Davis once again in the scent and taste of his lover.

Davis was more than happy to comply. His hands moved up, holding Flamedramon's hips as his tongue slid forward. He pressed it to the root of Flamedramon's vent, slowly tracing upward along the seam, to the very top of it. Davis reveled in the flavor. It was overwhelming and intense, almost numbing upon his tongue, aching with rich taste of sweat, pre, a vague funk Davis had become familiar with- not too unlike kissing Flamedramon after the dragon had tongued out Davis's foreskin.

That initial lick was followed by a second, and a third. Flamedramon's hips rolled forward with each, their motions well-practiced synchronicity. Each lick progressed in pressure, until on the fourth Davis's tongue sunk into the vent. He pushed far as he could, letting the tip of his tongue explore deeper and deeper. Even fully hilted, Davis's tongue could not reach Flamedramon's shaft. It was not as long as his fingers had been. His tongue caressed from the bottom up to the top internally, then slipped back down. His lips pressed firm to the vent, not too unlike he would make out with Flamedramon; though in this rarely-awarded state, Davis had nothing to fight back against, Flamedramon's titanic shaft hidden deep internally. Davis was free to work his tongue in and out of the vent, swirl it around the inner edges, while his lips kissed, massaged, and sucked at the plush lips of that vent. His tongue soon grew sore, but he kept at it, pushing his tongue in and out to alternate.

Above, Flamedramon let out gasps and groans of pleasure. His hips languidly rolled against Davis's face, pressing down with his hand to work against that hungry tongue. His other hand kept to the wall, bracing and keeping him from suffocating the poor human. He kept grinding, focusing to keep his shaft from hardening and sliding free. In a way it was frustrating, like being edged and eager for an orgasm. The pleasure was very unique though, and worth the restraint. In everything the couple had done, nothing else felt quite like having Davis's tongue working inside his vent. All too soon, the tongue slowed, took long breaks. Human tongues were pitiful compared to a Digimon's, quickly becoming weak and worn.

Flamedramon turned his head downward, resting his forehead against the wall. He watched for a moment, enjoying the sight of Davis slowly working his tongue up and down the right edge, then left edge, of his vent. Davis must have felt his gaze, as the human's eyes opened and looked up to him a moment later.

"Worn out?"

Davis's face darkened with blush, but he begrudgingly nodded. His tongue pulled free and licked over his lips, then pulled back into his mouth. Davis swallowed before he responded, his words audibly lisped from his tired tongue.

"Are you close enough?"

Flamedramon did his best not to laugh at the sound of Davis's lisp. He responded with a nod before lifting his leg and slipping off Davis.

"I think so. But it's _your_birthday. I just want you to fuck me your favorite way."

Davis pushed himself up, sitting beside Flamedramon. His dick was still painfully erect, and pre had puddled upon his stomach. He grinned dumbly to Flamedramon, leaning close to kiss Flamedramon's cheek. The dragon responded with a faint purring sound and a wide smile.

"Ugh. Cock breath."

"Like you can talk. Besides, it's vent breath." Davis corrected. Flamedramon responded by rolling his eyes, pushing himself forward and turning. He faced Davis, on his knees, eagerly looking to his lover.

"So how are we gonna do this, birthday boy? If I don't cum soon, I'm going to slip out and you won't fit."

Davis's eyes widened, knowing this all-to-real a possibility. And to have his birthday treat ruined would be such a shame- especially with how rare he could enjoy this treat.

"Missionary good? Like... how you had me earlier, legs on shoulders?"

Flamedramon eagerly nodded, rolling back over his ankles and plopping his butt properly on the bed. Davis wasn't the only one wanting to do this, to have this rare treat. Something was oddly sensual, fulfilling to have his lover ejaculate deep within his male vent. Something he would share with no other.

Davis rest a moment, looking over Flamedramon's body. It was incredible, how fluid and perfect his body was; from swaying tail tip, powerful legs, all the way up to gorgeous eyes and shapely muzzle. That muzzle tilted as Flamedramon looked curiously at Davis. Flamedramon lifted his feet, resting one atop Davis's shoulders the other planted on Davis's face, followed by a playful dragon rumble.

Davis lifted his hands to the foot, returning Flamedramon's earlier treatment- licking up along the sole and toes, kissing at one of them. He looked over the short, dull claws at the tips of each toe and bashfully grinned to Flamedramon- that nervous smile, ear to ear, he often got. "Just... You're gorgeous," followed by an awkward laugh.

The admission caused Davis's blush further deepening. He buried his face back on Flamedramon's sole, licking up along the opposite side. The flavor was distinct, sweat and salt, and what could only be described as feet and the familiar taste of Flamedramon. Flamedramon loosed a languid groan in response, his feet quite sensitive- but not in the ticklish way Davis had. The foot tugged away from Davis's hands, resting instead on Davis's open shoulder.

"Stoppit, you're gonna get me too hard... Seriously. Rod D," he pointed to Davis's steadily throbbing shaft, "into slot F," pointing to his own crotch. "Now," The dragon ordered in a rather demanding, hungry voice. Davis gawked for a short moment, then nodded eagerly. Something about being demanded upon, to be ordered to fuck his lover... it was hot. Cocky as he might ask, being under his lover's demands for sex was... strangely hot for Davis.

The tamer made his way rapidly atop Flamedramon, straddling the dragon's tail base and working Flamedramon's knees over his shoulders. Of course, Flamedramon helped- Davis wasn't nearly as strong, and Digimon's muscled limbs weren't particularly light. Once Flamedramon's thighs were against his stomach, Davis leaned forward and up, felling Flamedramon's legs cross behind his back and pull him forward. It lifted Flamedramon's hips, angling them up toward Davis's groin; the human's sweaty sack resting against Flamedramon's tail base and taint. The belly of Davis's tense shaft pressed against Flamedramon's vent, tip of his shaft resting well past it. While he might not be Flamedramon sized, he couldn't help but feel proud. He ground his hips forward slowly, pre pouring from his member onto Flamedramon's belly.

"No teasing. IN!" Flamedramon insisted. Davis felt a tingle run up his spine, nodding. Flamedramon being bossy was oddly enticing- knowing Flamedramon had the power to do anything he wanted with Davis, but instead ordered the human, giving him no choice but to do as told of his own means.

Davis raised his hips up, drawing them back. He could feel sweat all over his body, dripping down upon Flamedramon, who was quite sweaty himself. Such activity alone could easily cause this, but Davis was roasting so close to his heated lover. The more aroused and passionate Flamedramon became, the hotter he felt against Davis. Davis trembled with anticipation as his foreskin-guarded glans rested against the slick lips of Flamedramon's vent. He was almost nervous, knowing how hot, how slick it would be inside.

Davis wasn't allowed to anticipate long, though. If he wasn't eager enough on his own, Flamedramon was having no more dawdling. His tail curled up behind Davis, resting against Davis's lower spine and tailbone. And then it pushed. Davis could barely keep from falling forward, even with his body braced against Flamedramon's thighs. Davis's hand shot out, landing on Flamedramon's shoulder to catch himself. The motion also firmly lodged his glans in Flamedramon's vent. The lips of Flamedramon's vent squeezed around the shaft; slick enough to let him forward, but firm enough to draw Davis's foreskin back.

Once he was in control, Davis continued sinking forward. The heat and slickness was excruciatingly pleasurable, dancing on the line of godly and overwhelming pleasure. He got another inch and a half or so in before the pointed tip of Flamedramon's shaft pressed up against his urethral opening. It was far firmer now, and closer to the entrance, than when his fingers had found it earlier.

Davis paused there, his eyes opening. He looked to Flamedramon, who's eyes were closed. Gasps and groans escaped from the dragon, who's muzzle hung open a few inches. This part was a little delicate; Davis angled his hips upward, the lips of Flamedramon's vent working as the fulcrum point, pushing his glans downward. Icy tingles ran up through each of their bodies as their sensitive tips 'wrestled' against one another, until Davis's had wedged below Flamedramon's. Davis pressed his hips forward a little, his length sinking into the silky flesh of Flamedramon's vent, under Flamedramon's hard shaft.

Davis again paused, letting out a faint 'mnhg?' sound, to which Flamedramon nodded. Their cocks had to be in just the right positions fit in that vent and be enjoyed by both. Davis had mistakenly slipped his cock above Flamedramon's before- which had landed his balls on Flamedramon's stiff cock tip peeking from the vent a bit of fucking later. It didn't make for great sex.

This, however, was perfection. With a bit of practice, they had it down to an art. Davis lustily groaned as he sank deeper and deeper, the ridges along the belly of Flamedramon's shaft worming over his glans and the top of his shaft. His taut frenulum and tip rode against the slick, taut flesh of Flamedramon's inner walls, hot and slick with the lubricant it naturally produced.

By the time Davis hilted in Flamedramon, his body quaked, on the pinnacle of orgasm. Flamedramon's thighs were squeezing against him, ankles pressing firm, but shy of painfully. The dragon wasn't far off either, Davis could tell. While sinking in Davis could feel the now over-stuffed vent dribbling pre, and Flamedramon had finally relaxed and given in; his shaft was extended fully inside the vent, and hard against the top of Davis's shaft. A quick peek down confirmed it, Flamedramon's shaft tip just peeking free of his vent, above Davis's shaft. It dribbled pre into the short, curly brown hairs above Davis's cock root. Davis loved the look, Flamedramon's shaft caught by the tightened, over-stuffed vent, throbbing with Flamedramon's heart beat and flexing whenever Davis hit just the right spot.

Flamedramon was breathing deeply, slowly below Davis. They hadn't discussed it in detail, but Davis knew this act was a feat for his lover- much like when Davis took Flamedramon up the ass. Davis wasn't sure it was the same stretching sensation, painful, or what; but it was intense, he could be sure, from the look on Flamedramon's face.

"I love you," Davis whispered to the Digimon beneath him. Flamedramon's eyes opened and met with Davis's.

A smile spread over Flamedramon's muzzle as he rumbled sweetly, "I love you too, Davis."

They shared a brief kiss, much easier than making out as they had earlier. Davis lowered himself, his chest and belly pressing to Flamedramon's, hiking the dragon's hips high. Davis's lips rest against Flamedramon's collarbone, just next to his neck. Flamedramon's scent was so deep there, and the heat of his body saturated Davis. It was beyond anything he could describe, beyond what he knew could exist between two people; he wasn't just within his lover, he was one with Flamedramon.

Love was not all he was dealing with, though. His shaft was achingly hard inside Flamedramon's vent, his sack below feeling swollen with seed. The little huffs and grunts Flamedramon loosed told Davis he was in a similar state. Davis licked along Flamedramon's neck, lifting himself a little to get room. With that, he drew back, and thrust in. He didn't have time to build up a steady rhythm. He felt like seed was already starting to leak from his shaft.

Davis used his position, his leverage against Flamedramon's thighs, and began to vigorously piston his length in and out of the vent. It was an odd mix of penetrating his lover, and frotting his lover, all in one. Better yet, it drew out the most adorable moans, squeaks, and grunts from Flamedramon. Davis lowered his upper body further, pressing tight against Flamedramon while his thrusting became erratic. Davis's balls drew up tight to his body, the human going on tip-toe to hilt inside Flamedramon. He spasmed with each burst of seed, unleashing it deep inside Flamedramon, against his shaft and sensitive inner walls. Davis's muscles burned after a few moments being flexed so fully. He trembled as the muscles released, his eyes opening slowly. Below him, Flamedramon was trembling, chewing on his lower lip.

"Almost..." Flamedramon gasped out, Davis nodding. He drew back and thrust forward once more, Flamedramon's hands shooting up to grip tight at Davis's sides. It was overwhelming, Davis's post-orgasmic sensitivity making his body shake with tortuous pleasure. He rutted his still-firm shaft rapidly in and out of Flamedramon, until there was a sudden, powerful gush against his groin. He slowed, savoring his gasping, writhing lover beneath him. The tip peeking free from Flamedramon's vent spasmed again, spewing more seed into Davis's groin. Davis slowly worked his length forward and back, teasing and edging every drop of seed, every sensitive little sensation of orgasm from Flamedramon. Flamedramon's shaft wasn't just huge, it blew cum hard against Davis, copiously oozing out over the two, and the heat was unlike anything else Davis knew.

Davis went on slowly like this, working Flamedramon's little secret spots, until Flamedramon's tail pressed at his back once more. Flamedramon pulled with arms and legs. Davis collapsed upon Flamedramon. He laughed in drunken afterglow, slipping one arm out, then the other, releasing Flamedramon's thighs. The legs landed down on the bed with a deep 'thud' each, and they lay there, chest to chest, Davis still hilted inside Flamedramon, a cummy mess spread between and around their groins. Flamedramon's shaft was fast to soften, relieving some of the intense pressure inside that stretched vent. Davis's length softened quickly as well, though only to mild-firmness. Inside that slick, heated vent felt so good, Davis wasn't sure he'd ever go soft inside it.

"Stinks like gay fucking in here..." Flamedramon chuckled quietly. Davis grunted a chuckle as well, taking a slow sniff and shaking his head.

"Smells like some love making to me," he teased in response. Davis immediately felt eyes on him, and opened his to look up, meeting Flamedramon's.

"You are... SUCH a ..." Flamedramon paused, several insults on his tongue. Instead, he leaned in, kissing Davis's nose. "An incredible lover. Happy birthday."

Davis flushed once more- atop the reddish hue their rough fucking had imbued his face- then turned away. He rest his cheek on Flamedramon's chest, sighing happily.

"Think I can stay? Can you keep your form all night?"

"Nah. That wore me the fuck out..." Flamedramon replied with a long, relieved sigh. "Worth it... But I'm definitely going to devolve soon. Switch?"

Davis nodded against Flamedramon's chest. He felt the dragon's arms around him, then the world tumble. He felt a moment's nausea and churn in his stomach, then everything was right once more; except he was now on his back, and Flamedramon was cuddled atop and aside him. Amid the turn, there was a wet, lewd 'squelch' as his cock slipped, and 'pop' when the tip came free of Flamedramon's vent. Flamedramon cuddled up against Davis's side, cinched down despite being the larger of the two. His muzzle was nuzzled into Davis's armpit, warm breaths teasing the flesh and hair there.

Davis rest back, his arm over the top of Flamedramon's head and down along the dragon's back.

"Best birthday ever," he mumbled to the ceiling, earning a soft, approving grunt from the digimon next to him.