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As far as Quinn was concerned, his duty was done. He'd given his full education to Travis, and from the sound of it it had been entirely successful - Travis had let him know that he'd gotten the job, and that he had indeed needed to perform, and quite a bit. After that he became distant again, and Quinn had figured that things would go back to normal, more or less. And they did, for the next three weeks - Travis kept his distance, but stayed true to his word and didn't do any bullying, even clammed up with the homophobic rhetoric. Quinn went back to his typical studies, and typical hangouts. In his mind, he'd settled it as one of those unusual episodes he was going to look back on with amusement.

He probably should have known that it wouldn't last.

On a Thursday after school he was going to meet up with Davis to hang out, and was heading to the feline's locker to collect him. What he saw was not just Davis, but a couple other students, a boar named Barris and a squirrel named Geo, all of them gathered around Barris's tablet in wild excitement and amusement. Quinn knew them reasonably well - they were two other gay students, and they all kind of commiserated with each other over their trials and tribulations. "You three watching bad porn again?"

"Not bad porn - the best porn!" Geo chittered excitedly.

"If it's good porn you probably shouldn't be watching it here, the teachers might still nick it from you." Still, Quinn was curious, so he strode over to check out what it was that they were seeing. As soon as he laid eyes on it, he froze. The video was showing a rather large adult boar, with a bit of a pot belly, getting sucked off by a dragon. Even with the unsteady hand, it was extremely obvious that the dragon was Travis. From the angle it was being taken and the frame of the door nearby, it was clear that Travis didn't know he was being filmed, and probably the boar didn't either.

The boar had a mildly sadistic grin on his face; it was clear he was enjoying this for more than just the fact that he was getting blown. "Better swallow it all, big red, or I'll have to put some extra in you. Or maybe you want that?"

No obvious response came from Travis, but he didn't hesitate in his sucking, slurping up and down on the cock with an ease that Quinn had gotten familiar with. He was definitely putting his practice to use...and all the same, it made Quinn feel a bit ill, knowing the story behind it.

"He takes it up the ass a bit later! You gotta see that!" Davis, on the other hand, had no such knowledge and no such qualms. "Holy shit, this is the best thing! I always fucking hoped he'd be exposed, this is the best way possible!"

"Wait...how many people have seen this?"

"Almost the whole school knows!"

That made his heart plunge. "H-how? Where...how'd you even get this?"

Barris was grinning from ear to ear. "That's my uncle. He owns a construction company, I heard him talking about how he hired Travis. I was gonna go tell him about the shit Travis put me through so he could dish out a little more, and then I saw this! Caught a bunch of it on my phone, and shared it with everyone I could. That big fucker's been getting it all day long! Perfect payback, eh?"

"I can't say I'd agree with that," Quinn replied tersely.

"What? Why not? Come on, you've gotten shit from him for years, you don't like that he's getting it back?"

"No, I don't. I don't like that he's now getting shit just for being gay. And I especially don't like that you're encouraging that, when you know what it's like to be shit on for being gay. And you don't know what the hell the story is...especially if your uncle just hired him so he could screw him, which sounds to me like it's fucking illegal."

The harsh stares he was getting didn't surprise Quinn - he knew they wouldn't take to his unhappiness. "Come on, dude, doesn't he deserve it?" asked Geo with a heavy dose of bitterness. "You know what he's called us, how he's treated us. Payback's a bitch, maybe it's not the most, y'know, up-and-up thing but it's still awesome to see him getting it!"

"And yet all you're doing is focusing on the fact that he's gay! Like there's something wrong with him now! You're just validating everyone else who gives us hell for it, they look at us and they say 'well, they're just fine with it as long as it's not them,' and they'll just double back down!"

"Hey, settle down, Quinn!" Davis sounded pretty shocked at the response. "Like, I guess I get it, but it's not because he's gay, it's just because he's...you know, doing the same things he gave us shit about for so long. It's just karmic payback, we just want to make sure he gets plenty of it."

"Yeah, and when that payback comes back and bites us? You think the others won't just get worse? Now they see that one of 'theirs' can turn out that way, they're going to be even more impossible!"

Barris was getting really steamed now; probably partly because of Quinn's accusations towards his uncle, on top of not getting the reception he wanted. "What the hell is up with you?" he asked accusingly. "What, are you hot for him now that he's gay? Angling for some dragon dick of your own?"

Quinn glowered at the boar, straightening up and folding his arms. "I don't NEED to angle. Who do you think taught him everything he knows?"

Whatever bristling they had towards him fled in an instant replaced by shock. "Who...what?" asked Geo blankly. "What're you...you're saying..."

He hadn't been planning on saying anything about it to anyone, but now that the cat was out of the bag, Quinn doubted Travis would care much about knowing about him. "I showed him the ropes. I showed him everything, probably most of the tricks you saw him do in that recording. Your uncle may be using it now but I soaked that ass several times before he ever even saw it."

"That's not true." It was far more a statement of utter disbelief from Barris than an accusation.

"He come to me about a month ago. Told me he needed a job, that only one place was considering him, if he had sex with the boss." Quinn's eyes darted towards the boar, who was suddenly looking very red and awkward. "And he asked me to show him how to be gay. So I taught him how to fuck a dude, and get fucked by a dude. I get him from a twisting, nervous wreck at the thought of his dick even being TOUCHED by a guy to nailing me in front of a crowd of people at a club. So don't THINK I don't know a little bit more about what's going on with him than you guys do. And if you guys are treating this as karma...well, you're right, karma IS a fucking bitch and she's liable to turn on you at any point."

With that the anole turned and marched off, making no more note of the aghast stares on him. He made his way down the hallway, taking deep breaths to try to cool himself off...and then, just as he neared the far door, his arm was grabbed and he was shoved against the lockers. Stunned, he stared into Davis's wild eyes as the cat held him firmly. "Spill."

"Ow. Chill."

"Chill?! You fucking turned the biggest homophobe in school!"

"I didn't turn him! He was already gay or bi, I'm pretty sure at least. Though so in the closet I'm pretty sure even he didn't know."

"You got him to show it and stow the hate. That's a turn as far as I'm concerned."

"...Yeah, okay. Fair enough. But he approached me, remember. So...I mean, that has to be a crack right there, right?"

"Man, I can't believe...you actually were alone with him and...and that's why you blew me off that time! Are you kidding me? Why didn't you invite me?"

"Are YOU kidding ME?" Quinn almost laughed. "Dude, Davis, you're my best friend and you know I love you, but holy shit, you're a walking gay panic defense. There is no WAY Travis would have been able to handle you, he was barely making it through me at first."

"Touché. I guess I probably wouldn't have been good at keeping myself in check..." Davis let up on Quinn, backing off, now grinning widely again. "But holy hell, man, that is EPIC."

"Yeah, it's not really feeling that way. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm glad I got him to back off and cool it with the stuff he said...but man, for this? To just get fucking used by a guy who, I mean, look at him, you know he's kinda sick, right?"

"Yeah...now that I know that, it's pretty skeevy. But, I mean...he told you he wanted the job anyway, right? If it's his choice-"

"It is, but it's a shit choice. Look, I'll tell you the whole story while we're on our way wherever it is you wanted to go. Just try not to be...you know."

"I'll restrain myself, I promise. But you gotta let me know if you're getting any more of that!"

"No promises."

---

Friday afternoon saw Quinn back at Travis's door. He hadn't seen the dragon at school all day, which made him really worried that something had been done to him that was pretty bad...and at the time he most wanted to check in with the dragon, too. He was almost scared to approach the door, but his conscience wouldn't let him back off.

His ring didn't yield anything for a bit; he thought the house might be empty. But just as he was about to step back and plan a return trip, the door opened. Travis was standing there; he looked tired, worn, but at least not harmed in any serious way. "Oh, hey. Guess you know about everything by now?"

"Yeah. Can I come in?"

"Be my guest. Not like it's a big deal that anyone knows you're here at this point." It didn't have quite the bitter tone that Quinn might have expected; he wasn't really getting a clear impression of what the dragon was feeling. Whether that was just him or by design wasn't certain, but he hoped he could break through it.

Back in Travis's room, the bigger male sat down on the bed. "So...did you see the video?"

"Erm...part of it." Quinn had been tempted to try to find the whole thing before he talked to Travis, in case there was something especially nasty in there, but he felt too much disgust to go through with it. "That's not the way you want it to happen. I've been there. I mean, you know, with the secrets..."

"Yeah, I get it now." Travis sighed, but his expression stayed pretty neutral. "Caught a whole bunch of hell for it. Just about all my buddies had a go at me, I guess I'm the queer one now. At least they didn't all disown me...just a couple of them. They were the reason I didn't show up today, I just...I couldn't deal with them in particular. Man, were they ever vicious...I mean, I know I said a lot of shit, but...I don't think I ever got as nasty as I got from them."

Quinn sat on the bed next to Travis, putting a hand on him gently to try to provide some comfort. "I think they were threatened by you...you fit their idea of what gay shouldn't be, so when you...appeared that way to them, it...rattled them. It's stupid, though, there's lots of muscled guys who are into dudes..."

"Well, I guess I kinda was the same way. If it had been one of them...I dunno that I would've been any better. Heh...guess you could call it karma."

"But that's...that's just not fair. You're...you're getting better. Karma's what's supposed to happen to people before they start improving, not after."

Travis shrugged. "I think I just have a lot of karma to make up then. And that's what my dad thinks, too."

Quinn started. "Your dad? He...he knows?"

"Yeah. He found out about it yesterday too. And he said...well, he said it was justice for the way I behaved. It was because of how I acted that I got stuck in this kind of position, and he wasn't going to bail me out of it, that I'd have to live with my decisions." The dragon let out a quiet chuckle. "For a while, anyway. He's going tough love, but, I know he's not happy with it...I think once I prove myself in other ways he'll find me something else. But I'm stuck where I am for a while."

It was a tough thing for the anole to swallow - he knew his dad would pitch a fit and put a stop to it immediately. But...well, Travis's dad probably felt he needed something like this. "Still...it sucks. It's a lot of shit."

"Yeah, well, what can I do? Nothing I can take back at this point...and hell, not sure I want to."

"Huh?"

"I...well, I've been thinking about it. That's why I went silent for so long...had some stuff on my mind. But...yeah, I've thought about it, and...I'm pretty sure I'm gay. I'm pretty sure I've always been gay."

"Really?" One word, enormous effort to sound like he couldn't have seen this coming at all.

"Yeah. I guess...you know, when you're young, and you're in with the 'cool crowd,' you want to fit in and be a part of it, right? That's how it happened with me, I wanted to do everything I could...and these guys, they were the most rabid anti-gay you could find. I mean, if they could have gotten away with shooting them, they would have. They were always targeting gays for violence, mugging, vandalism...and basically telling me that fags were the cause of all the world's problems, that they were infecting it with unnaturalness and that everything would be better if they just went away. And they had me swearing that I'd never be gay or do anything gay...and I didn't think I was, at that time, never really thought about sexuality much, so I didn't figure it would matter. So I sucked in all those attitudes and made them mine."

"I can't believe there are still people like that out there..." Quinn knew there were people who didn't like homosexuals, but the Nazi-like attitudes were new to him. And not at all comforting.

"Yeah. And their influence stuck with me...I got a lot of my attitude from them, still kinda saw them as the cool group even after I was ripped away. But then when I start getting urges...usually I could dismiss them, like, they're talking about girls and that's what it is, or shit like that, but I think part of me knew, and that's why I got so...y'know, ultra-defensive about it. Had to reassure myself, not everyone else, really...though, I guess everyone else, too. Just myself more. But I think they suspected anyway. Couldn't keep a steady girlfriend...hell, I told you a lot of them said I was pretty shitty in bed. Of course, I thought they were just being petty bitches at the time...so that's another bit of karma I need to make up." Travis shook his head. "I really only fucked well if there were other guys around...that really shoulda been a sign that even I could figure out."

"Yeah...sometimes it takes realizing the truth to see all the signs that you missed. There were hints back in the day that I missed, too...I just realized it earlier. Of course, I didn't have influences like you did that would get in the way, either...uh...did you-"

"No, no...they talked a lot about it, and they told stories of some of the harassment they gave, but I never actually did any, uh, super violent stuff with them. It was mostly vandalism, and it wasn't all targeting gays, either, they were...well, they were just kinda all-purpose jerks, but young and stupid me thought the sun shone out their assholes. I don't want to ever run into any of them again, it's...it just never brought me anything good, and kinda strained my relationship with my dad."

"I sincerely hope you don't have to ever deal with them again," said Quinn solemnly. "And I hope this passes soon for you, too...it sucks to get all this backlash just when you're starting to get comfortable with yourself."

"It'll pass. Just putting it in the bank, maybe I'll pay off that moral debt sooner rather than later. Honestly I'm kinda more embarrassed that everyone knows I needed to suck dick to get a job more than about being gay...you were right, it feels pretty ugly."

"Ugh...if it wasn't going to put you in a bind, I'd report him myself. That's just so wrong."

Travis smiled weakly. "You know...I know I didn't really say it at all, but...I really appreciate that you feel that way about it. Like, you could've been laughing your ass off at the idea, I woulda pretty much deserved it, but you always seemed like you thought the idea was vile even if it was me. Always trying to suggest I reconsider and stuff...you're a good guy, it really sucks that I wasted so much time being such a dick to you."

"Ah..." Quinn felt himself redden. "You know...even if you were a pain to me, that wouldn't have been right. But I'm not really a saint...heck, I was pretty harsh on you at the start, there..."

"I needed it. The way I was acting, someone needed to smack me awake a bit. I mean, it's not like anything you said was really wrong or anything. But...well..."

"Is something wrong?"

"Not...wrong, exactly. It's just...uh..." Now Travis was flushing and flustered, and that wasn't something Quinn had expected to see. "Look...after everything that's happened between us, I don't expect anything, heck I owe you a lot more than I can repay just in a short time. But...I'll be honest...I've...kinda been thinking about you these past few weeks, since the whole club thing. In...well...you know...THAT way..."

"W-wait...you mean..."

An awkward nod from the dragon. "Yeah...I kinda...think I've fallen for you. I mean...you're a cool guy, you were patient enough to put up with my bullshit, and...look, when it comes down to it...when I was thinking on what, well, got me...revved up and all that...you were kinda the example. I mean, you're confident, you're skilled, you seem like you can handle any type of guy you want...and, well...that lean, kinda twinky body of yours...I mean, hell, it got me hard even when I was trying to fool myself into straightness."

"Wow...I...gotta say, I never...never would have expected that..." Quinn wasn't even quite sure what to think about it. Sure, he found Travis hot even in the worst of times, but there had never been a temptation for any pursuit of that before...but...this was clearly a very different dragon from before, and a lot of the baggage from the past had kind of been wiped away.

"I guess I wasn't quite sure how to bring it up, maybe I shoulda thought on it more, but...well, things kinda happened a lot lately. And...like I said, it's...I don't know that there's anything gonna come of it, not after I treated you like crap for so long, even if I'm trying to get better I know that's gonna be a process. Just...you know...if you wanted to...if you were willing to...I...I guess I'd like to see if it goes anywhere."

Quinn was quiet for a moment. "Well...I guess...I mean, we're pretty different people, so I don't know how it'll all go in the end...but...I mean, we don't have to...make it like, a life pact or anything. You're exploring yourself, and, well, I may be experienced in some ways, but I've...never really had a boyfriend before, so...I'd kinda like to know what that's like, too."

"Really, you haven't had one? Not even that cat I see you with all the time?"

"Ah-heh...Davis...he's definitely a good friend. But I'm not sure he's ever going to be the 'boyfriend' type. Maybe the 'sugar daddy' type, but he's, heh, he strikes me as the kinda guy who's always gonna be free-wheeling."

"I'm probably gonna find out at some point, I guess..."

"I'll ease you into him...he can be kind of intense even for a gay guy. Especially a newly-acknowledged one."

Travis smiled weakly. "Thanks. So...you, uh...want to do something together? I mean, I don't wanna push, but it's been a few weeks since we had a session, and...well, I wouldn't mind something that doesn't feel like I'm grody at the end, if you're game for that."

Quinn laughed a bit. "Heh...I think we're past the point of asking for dates, first. We'll have to have some of those, though, at some point here."

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind a date that actually went well, too. Fuck, when I realize how shitty my sex and dating life has actually been...you've been a godsend, seriously. I mighta been a dumbass idiot the rest of my life if not for you."

"I'm glad I could help you out, really. It was definitely worth it." The anole was working off his clothing, feeling a definite thrill of excitement within him. It was so different from his previous times with Travis...that had mostly been obligation, even though he'd stopped dreading it after getting him through the main parts it hadn't really been a major turn-on. Now, though...with the idea of doing it purely for the pleasure of the two of them, and both of them clearly wanting to do it, it was a whole lot more arousing, and he was anticipating it with a lot more eagerness.

So was Travis, apparently, as his dick was already poking out of his slit as he shed his shorts. He looked a bit flushed as he took in the anole's frame. "Damn...you're sexier every time I look at you. It's like the less I'm afraid of it the hotter you get."

"Fear's a boner-killer. Unless you're into that sort of thing." Quinn still felt himself blushing a bit at the remark, too; for some reason, it was different being called sexy in a setting like this. "So...what's your pleasure?"

"Well, uh...I kinda wanted to do something we didn't exactly practice. Can you, uh, lay back on the bed, and spread your legs?"

Quinn complied, curious about what Travis might be interested in trying. He got his answer rather quickly, as the dragon came down over his groin and began working his tongue over Quinn's slit, making him gasp and moan rather quickly. This had DEFINITELY not been something they practiced...Travis had clearly been taking initiative to learn a few things on his own. Pretty incredible considering how they'd started, and that was making it all the more worth it in retrospect.

Travis certainly thought so, too. Feeling that slit clench down on his tongue as he pressed it in, slurping up the smaller male's delightful taste...so much better than the boar he was having to service regularly, he would've thought a porker would be more pleasant on his tongue, but no such luck. But Quinn's was so much different, light and almost slightly sweet, not so heavily musky, and he almost couldn't get enough of it. Where better than straight from the source? He had been worried at first that he'd be more reluctant to try it, but there was no sign of the uncertainty that had been so crushing in his first encounters with the anole, in fact it was the opposite, he found himself excited to do it, to taste him and give him pleasure, to treat him the right way.

Deeper he went, thrusting his tongue in as deep as he could, feeling the wetness on the end of his muzzle as he slurped and lapped, coating the inside of Quinn's slit with his saliva. It was getting slightly tricky with the way that Quinn was squirming around, though his hands were holding the anole's hips fairly still at least. Hearing those moans and cries was music to his ears though, he loved how much response he was getting...and when Quinn took hold of his horns, he didn't pull away, but instead let the little lizard try to pull him closer and deeper. Not that there was much closer he could get, but he enjoyed that pressure that kept him there.

It couldn't last forever, though, as Quinn's twins were starting to push out and disrupt the presence of Travis's tongue inside that slit. But the dragon was quick to adapt, holding them together in his mouth as they emerged, keeping them both inside his sizable snout as he sucked and licked over them. The two dicks barely had time to hit the open air before they were engulfed, trapped in a tight wet warmth that made Quinn's gasps hitch up a few notches in pitch and breathlessness. He was grinding into that pleasuring muzzle quite forcefully, pulling Travis into him as he pushed his hips upwards; it might have looked a bit rough, but Travis was handling it without issue, being the big strong dragon he was he was doing just as much to keep himself in place. His tongue snaked into the anole's slit here and there, but mostly focused on the two cocks in his mouth, bobbing ever so slightly and using the smooth sides of his fangs to rub against them.

It felt like everything he did was rewarded with another pulse of delectable precum, which shot out into his mouth and then splashed down on his tongue, lighting it up with that heavenly taste. Like he was milking them, almost...well, that was sort of true in a way. He was certainly trying to get as much out of them as he could manage, and hoping for the more substantial finale as well. It didn't seem like it would take terribly long to get there, the way that Quinn was shivering and throbbing...something about how responsive the anole was to his ministration felt so rewarding and enticing, coaxing him to more vigorous action to try to get him the rest of the way there.

And one final move, a slight clamping down so that his teeth pressed gently into the flesh as his maw tensed further around the twins, got him exactly what he was looking for. Quinn called out loudly as he began to spurt, Travis's mouth filling with wetness and a much stronger and saltier taste, just as favorable as the lighter ones from before. He tried to slurp up and swallow as much of it as he could, although it ended up being not entirely effective, causing some of the seed to dribble down around Quinn's dicks and make a mess of his slit. Still, he was able to lap up a good bit of it and drink it down, moaning and humming approvingly as he did, adding to the stimulation Quinn was getting and making him buck a little more as he emptied himself.

Finally, Quinn's hands released Travis's horns, flopping onto the bed limply as he heaved and gulped in a huge amount of air. Travis pulled off and licked up around the anole's slit, catching what had leaked out before. Only when he'd cleaned off every drop did he rise up more, his own heart pounding with excitement. He was so lusty, more than he ever had been in his entire life...yet, he wasn't scrambling to rush into it, he wanted to take it calmly and give Quinn as much pleasure as he himself would be getting.

"God...Travis, that was...incredible..." Quinn finally managed to pant out, eyes half-lidded as he looked up at the looming red-orange dragon above him. "I...don't think I've ever had a guy go to town on my slit...like that..."

"Damn, I didn't think I'd be the first. You need a moment?"

"Nuh...nuh-uh. You'll...be doing most of the work the next part, anyway. G-go to town..."

The dragon nodded, but he didn't just pounce. Instead, he lowered himself down, wrapping an arm around Quinn and holding the anole closer to him as he lined up. He could feel Quinn cling to him a bit, shaky limbs holding to his big scaled body. Almost feeling fragile, though by now Travis knew he was anything but, at least when it came to taking dick. Heck, he almost seemed to prefer being pushed to the breaking point, but Travis had no intention of going that hard this time. Instead, he pressed in more gradually, not exactly taking it slow but not just ramming in either. That slow crescendo moan from Quinn was almost angelic, pitching up with the volume as Travis went deeper, until his knot bumped up against the anole's tailhole.

From there began a slow burn; Travis's movements were powerful but measured, a controlled pace in and out, allowing each loud, slick squish to hover in the air alone before being replaced by the next. It was more than just about the feeling of Quinn's ass hugging Travis's cock tight, though that was certainly desirable...it was also about feeling the slight scaled body grinding against him, the heat he was giving off warming the dragon's own body, the clutching of his fingers on that broad, muscular body, the twisting of his green tail around that thicker red-orange one. It was electrifying...Travis had so long shied away from this sort of thing, never feeling comfortable with it with females, but now that he'd accepted what he really wanted, he found it SO fantastic, SO desirable.

It was no less so for Quinn, it felt like the dragon was taking up every inch of him inside and outside with his presence. His heart was pounding, so much harder than ever before...this was so much more than a quick thrill, there was a feeling so much deeper than that tying him tightly to Travis, something more than just physical want radiating from him. His moans and pants were endless, despite his continued breathlessness, the fatigue hadn't entirely left him but his double dicks were stubbornly hard and leaking, refusing to relent under the renewed pleasure impulses. About all he had the energy or will to do was try to clutch to the dragon's dick, to provide another little addition to the terrific storm of pleasure that had enveloped them both.

Gradually things built up, little by little, the haze of lust taking working its way a bit more to seek satiation. Travis was speeding up incrementally, working himself in hard and deep on each thrust and trying to seek out that hot button that he'd learned so much about, getting almost a squeak out of Quinn whenever he found it and probed it in earnest. Every time, he was rewarded with a tight, reflexive contraction around his own tool, sending another thunderbolt up his spine and almost making him lose his rhythm. His own moans and groans were deep, rumbling under Quinn's higher ones, making for a delightful harmony to both their ears.

The pressure on Quinn's body grew as Travis started to hump in harder, bearing down on him more as he started to push his knot against that tight passage. The dragon was hardly light, meaning it was even harder for Quinn to catch his breath, but he had no protest, too in the throes of rapture to care. He was soaked inside and out, getting pumped with copious spurts of precum every other thrust while his own twins leaked endlessly, the fluid getting rubbed all over his and Travis's scales as they ground together. The pleasure was building steadily, he could feel himself twitching and tingling as his body was dragged inexorably towards the finale.

But Travis was the one to hit first, thumping into the anole and pushing hard, relentlessly, until Quinn's tailhole yielded to him and allowed his knot to pop inside. His cock began to shoot off, and he worked into a rapid series of short, quick, grinding thrusts to milk himself of that bounty, to give Quinn as much of a mess inside him as he could. These short thrusts found the anole's pleasure points and finally sent him over the edge, a weaker emission from him thanks to his prior climax but still making a nice healthy mess between their bodies, helped along by the rapid back-and-forth sliding Travis was bringing with his body's movements, allowing him to feel everything Quinn had to give.

As Travis felt himself start to flag a bit, he rolled with Quinn onto his side, panting hard as he held the even more exhausted lizard close to him. For a good bit, there was nothing between them but quiet moans and heavy breathing as they both tried to recover from the intense bout, and some gentle rubbing of their hands against each other's bodies. Travis was still stuck deep in Quinn, that knot tightly clutched by the anole's tailhole, unwilling to give up the blissful pressure so quickly.

"Mmm...man...that was...amazing..." Travis finally mumbled tiredly, but happily. "Can't believe I was...missing out on that all this time..."

"Mmnh...now you won't have to, right?"

"Yeah...definitely won't want to. Not with how amazing it is...owe it to you, Quinn." The dragon's hand rubbed Quinn's head gently. "To hell with anyone who wants to give me shit for it...this is worth more than the approval of a few assholes. You had the right idea the whole time, I'm gonna follow that example."

"Heh...that's the spirit." Quinn sighed and leaned into Travis. To think, the dragon had less than two months ago not even been able to touch a dick without being squeamish...how far things had come, and how much it had affected him as well. How things might go down the road, he couldn't say, but the path they'd already taken had changed them both permanently, and for the better...it was worth it to see where this one took them.