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_ The Barber_

“Hello, this is Hair Flow, how may I help you?"

“Hi, are you guys open on tomorrow on July Fourth?"

The bubbly female voice answered, “Yep, by reservation only though! I think only one barber will be here tomorrow."

“Oh, okay, what times are available?"

“Everyone's trying to get everything done in the morning, so one until we close in the afternoon!"

“Alright then, I'll book for one PM."

“Sure thing! May I have your species and style?"

“Oh, human. Just a simple clipper cut."

“Gotcha, should just be a quick thirty-minute block for a human. Let me just add you in, and done!"

“Cool, do you happen to know who's going to be on-shift?"

“Ah, sorry, no idea yet. We're probably going to draw straws at closing tonight or something."

“Okay, no problem. It doesn't really matter anyway. Thank you!"

I tapped my phone to hang up the call and jotted down the appointment on my calendar app. The weekends go by so damn fast, and my crazy dense hair really needed a cut. Thankfully, my local barber shop would accommodate, so I filed that appointment away and dashed to the grocery store before they closed for the night.

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I opened the door to the barbershop and uttered a little curse to myself. It did matter who was going to cut my hair, but not for a reason you might expect.

The unfortunate barber forced to work on Independence Day was Tyler, a goddamn hunky dragon who is great at cutting hair. He was also great at making me sweat and get all hot and bothered because of said aforementioned hunkiness.

This was going to be a problem. The normal hubbub and crowd of people gossiping and chatting was good enough to distract me from thinking more carnal thoughts about the dragon when he'd work on me, but there was not another soul in the shop today.

“Hi Josh!" the red dragon called out as he got off his phone and swiveled his seat at the cashier's table to face me. “You're my one o' clock right?"

I hadn't even let go of the door yet. I awkwardly unfroze myself and took another step forward, letting the door close. “Oh, hi Tyler! Yeah, that'll be me."

The dragon spread his wings happily and smiled. “Great! You're actually my last customer for the day. And man, do I need something easy after that picky wolf girl needed a full head trim this morning."

I'd like to give you head too. I shook my head and chuckled, trying to imagine the usual patrons and their silly conversations while my brain moved my mouth on autopilot. “So," my brain said, “I hope you're getting overtime or something, right?"

“For sure," the dragon said. “The extra money's nice, plus I wasn't really planning on doing anything today anyway."

You should do me then. I nodded and tapped the pocket containing my wallet, trying to think of numbers and math. “Yeah, speaking of which, is the price the same today?"

“Yes," Tyler said. “Just the usual simple cut, right?"

I nodded again.

“Great, then come on over and take a seat." Tyler got up and walked over to one of the seats. He wore a loose shirt that had a pair of zippers going up to his wings, along with pair of pants that had an opening for his tail. His tail was mesmerizing. It must feel wonderfully warm to be cocooned inside his wings.

I made haste to the seat and was thankful Tyler covered me with the cape before my shame made a tent between my legs. I needed to calm down, talk, distract myself somehow. Otherwise I'd be back in the same position a half-hour later.

But there he was in the mirror. Striking crimson scales, and white silver-sheened hair like a Targaryen's. It was gelled up to look like horn spikes, giving the dragon a modern fierce but friendly flair.

He started going to work. The buzz of the clipper calmed my nerves a bit, but then his smell hit me like a brick of pure male. It was always there on my previous visits, but it was stifled by a myriad of other strange scents like hairspray and perfume.

Those overpowering smells were not here today. My nose was sending way too many signals to my brain, signals it couldn't ignore. My shorts were starting to feel restrictive. I wanted, I needed to touch myself. Nothing was working. The red dragon kept working on my hair and I couldn't take my damn eyes off of him.

I couldn't stop myself. Thank god I'd worn some comfy summer shorts today—there was no zipper to get in my way. My hand tugged the drawstring, loosening the waist, and then slipped in, finding that needy cock of mine.

I touched myself and needed a great effort of will to silence a moan. I couldn't take my eyes off his mirrored eyes. Tyler was talking about some sports thing and I just mhmm'd affirmatively at everything he said. I couldn't stop myself.

My hand wrapped around my cock. I moved only using my wrist to hide my movements under the cape. Fuck, I needed to cum. He was so handsome. His wings should be wrapped around me. He was so hot. He should be inside me.

Tyler kept on clipping my hair without any awkward pauses, emboldening me to continue. I kept on rubbing, up and down, as fast as my wrist alone could go. The physical stimulation didn't matter so much as what my eyes were feeding on. It didn't take long for me to make a mess under my shorts.

I almost failed my stealth check and let out a moan, but caught myself at the last moment. My head jerked slightly, and the dragon chastised me to hold still or I'd get a bald spot. God, I wish he would give me other commands. Like bend over.

The haze of lust faded somewhat after I came, and I could manage to keep myself soft again. Just in time too, because Tyler finished his task shortly after. When he removed the cape, I didn't stop talking to him. The topic had changed to the Avengers somehow. I kept my eye firm on his when he continued chatting about the plot of the MCU, hoping he would not glance down from my eyes.

“Alright," Tyler said, “let's just get your hair washed and you can go on your way."

I wanted to leave as soon as possible. “Eh, I can just go wash at home."

“Nonsense," the dragon said. “You're going to get hair all over your car seat. Come on."

He gestured and I couldn't find the willpower to defy him. I laid down on the recliner and let my hair be shampooed and washed. His scaled hands felt so nice rubbing in that shampoo. It would be nicer if they were on my throat.

Once he was done washing my hair, I scooted down the recliner and he laid a towel under my head so he could start drying my hair off. He was just about done when he spoke again. “Hey Josh, random question, but do you go to the gym often?"

I would go more often if I got to see you workout. “Well, I try at least twice a week. It's really hard for me to pack on much muscle though."

“I think you have the perfect amount of muscle," the dragon said.

I—what?

Another spark of stimulus froze my mind. A touch. Over my crotch.

Then a breath by my ear. I couldn't—

A whisper. “I love humans with some muscle…I love it when they have some, but don't have enough to have even a chance of escaping me, of denying anything I want to do to them."

My mouth echoed my thought. “What?"

I felt the air cool as the dragon's face reeled back. “You know dragons have a very good sense of smell, right?"

My cheeks must've been as red as Tyler's scales. “Umm."

“I could never tell who was making you reek of need, nor could I say anything in public. But today, with you all alone, now I know."

“I—"

“You want me to fuck you, don't you?" The red dragon gave me a devilish grin. “You fucking dirty slut. I smelled it when you came in your shorts."

My mental faculties imploded. I couldn't think. I just let my mouth run on autopilot again.

“No—"

“Oh, I see." I felt him close to my head again. I felt his hands glide around my cheeks before stopping at my chin. “You prefer to be romantic, then?" He pressed his snout against my lips. I couldn't stop the kiss if I'd tried. I couldn't stop his insanely mobile tongue from crawling all over my mouth, dancing circles around my comparatively stiff tongue. He kissed me for a whole minute before pulling back. “So?"

“I don't," I stammered, “I don't, no, I—I." I want him damnit. Say it you stupid conscious mind. I gulped and blurted out, “I want you to break me, and then love me back together again."

Tyler flipped me over on the recliner like I was a feather to him. “Both, eh? Now that's a good boy."

“Wait, Tyler, stop."

He stopped touching me. “Sorry Josh, did I go too far? I'll stop."

Holy fucking shit I need him back, I need him touching me again. I need him all over me, in me. “N-no, I'm sorry, this is just all so fast. But I do want you. I don't even have any lube or anything though."

“Take a minute. Relax. Close your eyes. And don't worry about the lube, I've got special dragon lube."

“O-oh. Okay." I breathed, closed my eyes as suggested, and thought about what was about to happen. The minute passed quickly, and I was hard as a rock.

I opened my eyes and found I was not the only one hard as a rock.

Holy fuck he's huge. I mean he's a goddamn sexy dragon, so of course he was, but his cock was like something straight out of porn, with all the ridges and nubs unique to a dragon's tool. It was glistening and looked ready to pound the fuck out of someone.

Me.

Tyler gave me a toothy draconic grin. “You smell like a bitch in heat."

My subconscious mind took over. I surrendered to my need. “Then take me like one."

The red-scaled dragon growled like a horny beast, and my shorts were gone in no time at all. My ass was exposed and vulnerable, and then two strong hands that felt like manacles gripped my arms, leaving me with no power at all. Just the way I wanted it.

His presence hovered over me. Warmer and warmer, until his scales began to meld against my skin. His breaths washed over my head, hot and deep. Slowly, he lowered himself onto me until at last that pointed touch prodded between my legs. “Fuck me," I moaned.

The soft pointed touch turned into a spearing pain as my ass was nearly torn open. I cried out and the clasping hands around my arms weakened while something else, I presume a wing, gently petted my head. “Sorry, are you okay?"

“Yes, you're just big. Very big." I let out a deep breath. “Just go slower please. I'll be fine after a bit."

“Tell me if I go too fast," he said, and then his breaths went close to my ear. “I know humans are very stretchy. I'll fuck you silly once you're ready."

“T-thanks," I stammered.

Slowly, meticulously, he entered me. It was a cycle of pain and adjusting, over and over. Fucking hell, how big is he? The grips around my arms became tight again, his utter male presence completely bearing down on me. Every time he pushed, I thought it would be the last push, but there was just more, more flesh he had to give to me, more cock to feed my hunger.

I wanted it. But my body was not willing, not yet. It yielded at a snail's pace, but eventually I felt his hips touch mine, his balls rest against my taint, and his wonderfully ridged cock entirely inside me. And I realized the entire time he was prying into me, I had been holding a breath that was finally let go when he hilted me.

Tyler pulled his hips back and came back into me. The second thrust was incredibly easier to manage. The third one actually elicited a moan of pleasure out of me.

“Good," the dragon whispered, “my pre-seed is already making you as slick as a dragoness."

He pulled my arms back and proved how stretchy this particular human was, revving up his thrusts like a goddamned engine. The stinging pain faded away just as quickly, and pleasure turned my muscles into jelly. I was the dragon's plaything now, and there was nothing I could do to stop it, even if I wanted to.

I drooled from my mouth. I drooled from my cock. The red dragon's balls smashed against mine, slapping over and over, faster and faster. I moaned as I drooled, and my vocabulary became extraordinarily limited to a few words like: more, please, harder, Tyler. He seemed to really love it whenever I uttered his name.

We were really deep into it when he suddenly pulled away, cock and all, leaving me whimpering like some needy slut. “Quit whining," he commanded. “I want to see your face when you make those lovely noises you've been making."

It wasn't a choice. The big dragon flipped me over onto my back before plunging back into me, pounding away as he gave me that romantic piece I'd also wanted, kissing me and lovingly delving into my mouth as he ravaged my other hole.

Soon, I felt something beginning to change. His thrusts were shorter. Something was getting in the way. It didn't take me long to realize what it was. “Holy fuck, you have a knot too?"

“Yes," he said as he rubbed one of my nipples, “And it's going inside you today."

I grunted as his thrusts became more forced, that huge bulb growing even larger than I thought was possible. The stinging returned, but I knew that fat knot would not be denied. I wanted it. I wanted it in me, but my body was beginning to betray me again.

Our heat rose, and our fucking coalesced into that finality, that one piece that needed to be completed. Tyler forced himself into me one last time, pushing and pushing. My ass refused to give way to his knot, and my eyes began to water as the pain was renewed. My eyes scrunched, and I grunted. “T-Tyler, wait, stop, it hurts."

The dragon was too far gone, however, and didn't hear me. He couldn't hear me. He needed his knot in me, just as I needed it in me. But my body didn't think so. My hands struggled to get him off of me. My ass tried to wiggle away. There was no escape. Just the way I like it.

It stung so badly. Tyler didn't yield, however, and soon that thickest part of his bulb slipped past into me, and my ass instantly swallowed it up and sealed it inside me with a sudden spike of pleasure. I screamed as I took him, my smaller cock cumming as soon as his knot began to slip in, and my load sprayed out between our bellies, spreading onto skin and scales.

Tyler's wings folded around me as he came right after me, the seal around his cock base tripping him over the edge. His wings soaked me with his presence, just as his cock soaked my insides with his essence. Heat spread inside and around me, and we were entwined lovers in this moment.

The moment passed as it always had to, and we returned to our senses. But that didn't mean we wouldn't have more moments like this.

I was gasping for breath but found the strength in me to pull his head away from my mouth, ending our long kiss. I asked a simple question. “Would you like to go on a date?"

Tyler's nuzzled his snout along my neck. “Yes. You're my last reservation for the day. How about tonight?"

“I'd like to book a reservation for the rest of our lives, if that works for you."

The dragon tested how tight his knot was tied with me. I winced and he stopped. “I don't see why not," he said.

And, as it turned out, we would have many moments like that one. I also never had to pay for haircuts anymore.