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James sweltered in his seat, unbuttoning his work shirt down to the scandalous third button. The light-grey chest fur that poked through was ragged and slick with sweat. He sighed, leaning one elbow out the driver's side window and resisting his baser urge to stick his head out after it. He really had to get that stupid aircon fixed.

"Call Boofhead."

His car responded, dialling Derek's personal tone. The interface pinged, showcasing his husband's dopey face and goofy smile, bordered by dancing love hearts. The call finally flunked, causing James to raise a brow. Derek was stuck at home due to all this virus nonsense, so there was no reason for him not to pick up. Ah well, it didn't matter, he was probably just having a shower.

The wolf's frown flipped right back around, though his toothy jowls still drooped a little. Derek didn't call him droopy for nothing. That loveable dope really made his heart flutter. He'd offered to clean the house today - honestly, it had shocked him a little, but he was extra appreciative. The increased workload recently had left him utterly exhausted, and this damn oven-like heat wasn't helping, so the house had been a bit of a mess.

The thought of a clean bathroom and vacuumed floor, washed dishes and hung-out laundry had his mind ticking to something a touch more mischievous. A hunky, shirtless dragon working hard to make his man happy? Yeah, that was hot. He'd been too tired to engage in much fun recently, so he decided then and there to make it up to his boyfriend. One quick shower and he'd be good to go.

***

James pulled into his driveway a little too fast, bouncing up the curb in a way he'd probably regret later. He killed the engine, grabbed his laptop, and kicked the door open. James used his equipment to hide his bulging erection, loping up the driveway and to the front door with only a quick how-do-you-do to the curious Mrs. Quiggly who was watering her plants next door.

"Sorry, love, no time to chat. Need to, uhh, use the loo."

Mrs. Quiggly shook her head, muttering something about queers under her breath, but James had already burst in through the front door.

He took off his jacket coat and tossed it onto the door-side rack, completely unbuttoned his shirt and took off his shoes all in a hurry.

"Honey, I'm home and I need some dragon cock in me ASAP. Babe?"

The wolf loosened his belt, but as he did, he realised something was wrong. The floor in the foyer was still dirty, especially near the shoe rack. He frowned, but didn't let it spoil his mood. Derrek probably just hadn't gotten around to it yet; it wasn't a big deal. The wolf popped his laptop down on the key shelf, making a mental note to charge it later.

"Der-"

James' erection deflated almost immediately.

The kitchen was a pigsty - in fact, it was even worse than how he'd left it, with pastry-caked oven trays littering the benches, and what seemed to be spilled beer on the floor, not to say anything about the rest of the mess! Stomping throughout the house, he found every room to be in a similar state of disarray - laundry scattered over the floor, bathroom grimy and windows uncleaned. The wolf's rage almost had him slipping over the tiles in his socks, too pissed to pay much attention.

"Derrek, you've done it now, you unappreciative sod!"

James marched upstairs, each attempted stomp dulled to a soft thump by sweat-slick socks.

"Oi! You listening to me?"

He could hear videogame gunshots coming from the upstairs living room, and headed straight towards it. James burst into the room; the typically reserved wolf now fuelled by righteous anger.

"Derrek you lazy cunt, the house is a mess! You don't even have a job right now, what the fuck have you been doing all day?"

His enormous husband sat on their oversized couch, legs splayed, and golden scales stuck to the fabric as he had wedged himself into its corner. His tree-trunk thick arms and legs made impressions in couch that would no doubt take effort to work out. He was wearing only his stained never-to-be-white-again jock, the same that he'd been wearing yesterday, that only barely managed to cover one of his big, pale-yellow balls.

Of course, sitting upstairs with the weather as crazy hot as it had been, with no windows open and the aircon not even on had left the dragon positively coated in sweat. In fact, the couch was probably ruined too. With a game controller resting on his gut, a headset sitting lazily over his horned head, and a handful of scrunched up tissues, empty snack packets and beer cans all over the floor, James had a pretty good idea of what he'd been doing all day.

If that wasn't enough, however, the clearest evidence came in the form of the intense funk that pervaded the room. A cloying scent of pure masculinity that had his head swimming and threatened to distract him from his inevitable verbal onslaught. Fuck the place reeked - the intense smell of sweaty ballsac and cum that could only be built up over a length of time.

"Oh, hey babe," said the dragon, voice as smooth and rich as caramel. "Welcome home. How was your day?" Derrek spared him only a glance, focused more intently on dominating the players on screen.

"How was... I... what!?" James was bewildered, relegated to standing there and stammering for a few seconds before he regained his senses. "How was my day? I bloody worked it, didn't I Derrek? A slight bit harder than touching my prick and eating like a pig all day, isn't it? And you know the last thing I wanted to come back to -" The wolf's castigation continued unimpeded, and the more attacks that spilled from his lips, the more confident he became, until he was upon his partner and poking him in the chest.

"James?" The dragon still was hardly looking at him, but he seemed mildly annoyed, leaning slightly away.

"Yeah? What's you're excuse, huh?"

"Lick my taint."

"I - " James blinked, "what?"

"Lick. My. Taint."

"There's no way I-"

James was tugged forward, collapsing over Derrek's muscle-gut, arms sent splaying past the dragon's shoulders. Derrek put his controller down and, keeping one hand on James' hip, grabbed his chin and pulled him into a sloppy kiss. Their tongues wrestled for a moment, but the wolf was quickly dominated, his throat soon invaded by his lover's thick digit. The dragon stuck his tongue so far down James' throat that he gagged, but Derrek wouldn't let him go easily.

James, on the verge of seeing spots, finally managed to pull himself away. A thick bridge of drool connected their lips, but the majority of it had spilled down to his neck fluff, matting it. The wolf panted, and he took a moment to refocus his crossed eyes.

"You-... you can't just-"

"Babe, I need you to straddle my tail and stuff your snout in my taint right now, okay?"

He hadn't realised yet that his husband had settled back further into the lounge and lifted his spread legs to expose his backside. The thick, male scent of old cum and an ass that had been stewing in its own sweat wafted up to James and sent his head spinning. He realised now that he was already straddling his lover's thick tail, and as the golden hunk gently but surely pushed him downwards it became obvious his fate was sealed.

James only had time to take a single breath before his snout was pressed right up against his lover's nethers. Sweat and grime coated his snout and lips within seconds as the dragon used his face like a rag, dragging it up and down his fat cheeks, from heavy balls to a slightly gaped asshole. James was already rock hard, but he hardly even noticed. He could hardly focus on anything, for that matter.

After keeping him down there for a few minutes, James was finally let back up for air. Derrek tugged him into another sloppy kiss, tongue-fucking his throat for good measure, then pulled back.

"There. Feel better?"

James clenched his teeth. He didn't want to say anything, lest he give Derrek the satisfaction.

"Wanna dump a load in my cunt? I've been playing with it all day. Thinking of you..."

The wolf looked down. Derrek's hand followed suit, slipping his hand between his legs and using two fingers to spread his hole apart. It winked, and James was sold. He nodded timidly, still refusing to speak.

"Hang on, let me get comfy."

The dragon lifted his husband up and gently set him aside with little effort. He peeled himself from the couch, rolled over onto his stomach and lifted his tail, with James left standing by his backside. Not for the first time was he glad for splurging on the XXXL model, which gave him enough room to sidle comfortably in between Derrek's ginormous backside. The wolf ripped his pants and undies free and tossed them aside, his thick, red canine erection springing to attention, knot already on the verge of full formation.

The wolf took a moment to admire the fat ass he'd fallen in love with. It still amazed him - thick enough to make his hands look small, and their chunk swallowed the jockstraps to the point you might miss them. He grabbed a handful, one big cheek in each paw, and spread them right apart. His husband's slick pussy was right there, winking, driving him crazy. He couldn't help himself.

James dove in face first. His nose was the first to press against soft, wet asshole, snorting up his husband's stink like a junkie in desperate need for a hit. His tongue was quick to follow, rolling out as only a dog's tongue can, slathering the dragon's taint in saliva. James used his tongue to scoop up Derrek's funk, from every wrinkle of his asshole to every fold of flesh deep within his fat nuts. In fact, the ripeness of those testes, or at least what he could reach behind the jockstrap, suggested they'd been coated by hot dragon jizz multiple times throughout the day.

James pulled back, smacked his lips, and wiped his wet chin with the back of his wrist. He kept one pawful of ass cheek spread, and grabbed his throbbing canine cock with the other. He lined it up, grinding his leaking prick over pussy, taint and jock alike, spreading copious amounts of precum all over. The wolf considered teasing his husband's asshole, prodding and poking and getting him all riled up, but damn if he wasn't just way too damn horny to give a fuck.

With cock tip piercing flesh, James threw patience into the pyre and speared his husband's meaty cunt right up until it slapped his knot. He sunk in like butter - clearly Derrek hadn't just been touching his dick all day, because it wasn't normally this easy. The ease of entry, accompanied by the dragon's baritone purr, ignited in him a carnal vigour that transposed his tender tendencies. Those slick, velvety insides wrapped gently around his length, and as he picked up his pace the fleshy undulations milked his shaft for all he was worth.

James spent no time working his husband up to anything. From the word 'go' he pounded that slightly loose cum receptacle, his thick knot slamming against those jiggly globes in a way that had them dancing. His balls followed suit, furry nuts smacking against whatever the jock pouch didn't cover. The wolf leaned over his lover's backside, hugging the tail to the fur exposed by his sweat-drenched shirt.

"F-fuck. Fuck. Gonna... bust a load in that ass, babe. Gonna-"

James looked up and found himself gobsmacked once more. Derrek wasn't paying him any attention, with headset on and controller in hand he was once more focused on the TV.

"Where we dropping, boys?"

Ever diligent in his love, the wolf only marginally slowed his thrusting as he gave his husband's tail a quick, sharp tug.

"Are you kidding?! You're playing games while I anger-fuck you?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, nah, it's just James. Yeah... yeah, I'm still here." The dragon half turned his head, huge square chin blocking most of the television screen from where James was kneeling. One big, golden eye focused on him, calm yet expectant. "What was that, honey? You can cum whenever you want, I don't mind."

"Are you even muted!?"

The wolf's exasperation was ignored, as Derrek had already returned his attention to the game. James mulled over his anger.

Slap. Slap. Slap!

Each meaty smack switched on another light in his head. Oh, he wants to play like that, does he? Well Derrek wasn't the only one that could be a jerk.

James picked up the pace and strength of his thrusts, watching as his knot pushed against his husband's unsuspecting asshole again and again. He wasn't quite as big as Derek, of course, but the dragon wasn't too used to taking his knot, and with how horny he was it had swollen beyond even its normally generous size.

He repositioned for maximum throughput, noting as his typically stoic partner tried to stifle his grunts and resist the consistent rocking of his body. James grin was particularly malicious, and as he at last reached his limit he leaned over that huge off-season body-builder physique and whispered:

"Love you, babe."

His final thrust was brutal, forcing his over-swollen knot past Derek's weakened ring. His knot filled the cavity completely, pressing right up against the prostate without mercy. James' breath caught in his throat, his eyes crossed, and drool dribbled down his chin as he unloaded five days of pent up frustration right where it belonged. His husband's god-like cunt drained him of every last drop, and he collapsed forward, clutching weakly at that thick tail.

James wasn't the only one to release. The golden dragon, having been surprised by the sudden pressure, had let out a deep, primal groan as he came in his jock, jizz spurting through the fabric to smear onto the couch or up against his stomach.

They lay together a moment, panting and sweaty, until James was at last graced with post-coital clarity. A mix of apprehension and dread set a pit in his stomach - he should not have done that. Whatever he gave, Derrek would give him back three times over, and that's if he was in a good mood!

"Uhh, umm... babe?"

"I died."

"Uhh... sorry. I just kinda got overwhelmed in the moment."

"That's okay, but I died, and my squad won't be able to revive me for a while. You know what that means? I'm gonna need you to pull out, okay?"

James bit his lip.

"I can't, my knot's all swollen."

Derrek began standing up, and with his cock well and truly stuck, James was simply taken along for the ride. The beast of a man shuffled forward, dragging his boyfriend along the lounge behind him, until he straddled the ottoman at its end. The dragon reached down and grabbed James' paws, yanking them forward and upwards between his legs so that the wolf was fully beneath him. All James could see by this point is his husband's ginormous ass, and the thick tail he had to hold up to keep from smacking him in the face.

"What are yo-"

Derrek sat back down, crushing his hips and forcing the breath from his lungs. With an ankle held firmly in each hand, the dragon kept his partner still as he lifted himself back up, riding that hot cock hard. He sat back down, and pulled up again. He repeated this process, plunging that prick gut deep as he freed himself, each bounce slowly working the knot out of his well-fucked pussy. At last, with his ass pulled out as far as it could go, the dragon freed himself with a wet 'pop'. Cum flowed from his gaping cunt freely, slathering the couch and James' crotch with his own seed.

The abuse of the wolf's hyper-sensitive knot had him seeing stars, and he barely noticed as his hips were covered in mess. Derrek dismounted. With bulging arms crossed over a barrel-thick chest and hot cum dripping down his thighs, he waited for his husband to recover. James lazily looked over.

As if his behemoth boyfriend wasn't intimidating enough already, Derrek's fear-inspiring cock stood at full attention. Easily twice the size of his own, it strained the cum-stained jock to ridiculousness, tenting in such as way that both heavy orbs were completely exposed.

"Hey, listen, I didn't mean to knot, okay?"

"I know, babe." Said Derrek, a disarming smile painted across his usually gruff face. The dragon slipped two thumbs into his waistband and slowly pulled down his jock. His massive cock followed, tugged down by the fabric in a vain effort to remain hidden. At last it sprung free, slapping up against Derek's gut and sending a string of loose jizz splattering. There it was - that magnificent, ridged monster, with a currently unpumped knot that was already bigger than James' fist.

Derrek stepped out of his underwear, gingerly picked it up between thumb and forefinger and dropped it directly onto James' cock. He wrapped one huge hand around the fabric and began to casually jerk his husband's spent prick, accompanied by the sound of wet squishes. James shivered.

"Put them on."

"But they're nasty! I'm not... ugh..."

The wolf slapped Derrek's hand away, grabbing the jock and slipping it on. He cringed as his dick slipped into yet another squelchy mess. The dragon lovingly pet his thigh, leant down, and pulled him into a kiss only slightly less sloppy than the last.

"I'm sorry for not cleaning the house, babe. Tim finally came back from Korea and I completely lost track of time. I will get it all done; I promise. I love you."

James was left breathless with a heart that wouldn't stop fluttering. He wiped some drool from his chin, nodded, and smiled. The tender moment was only somewhat spoiled as Derrek clambered back on top of his husband, his ass-breaking pillar looming directly over James' face.

The dragon grabbed his partner's head and scooted him up a little. He used two sausage-like fingers to pry the wolf's jaw apart as far as it could go, and rather unceremoniously used his leverage to impale that throat with his cock. As easily as James had sunk into him, Derrek's insertion took a bit more work. He had to shove it in bit by bit, each inch gained a hard-fought victory. His triumph was established over James when his knot smacked into the wolf's snout, his eyes rolled back into his head, and a saliva-snot mixture dribbled from his nose.

Squatting now on the couch over James' chest, Derrek claimed the fruits of his labour, skull fucking his dear beloved with as much consideration as he could be bothered to give. The wolf, though not unused to this, was still reduced to a spluttering, gagging mess. With his throat completely plugged, he was only given slight reprieves whenever Derrek pulled out - a reprieve almost immediately undone as the dragon's balls swung back to smack him in the chin on their return.

Derrek's cock tasted about what he'd expected - old cum, a hint of dried piss, and sweat - he could only be thankful at the dragon's lack of pubic hair. Not that he could focus much on taste, considering his husband's distressingly large prick was mostly lodged down the back of his throat, causing it to visibly bulge.

The steady wet slaps eventually subsided, and the dragon grunted as he slowly dislodged his cock. James wheezed, spitting up a mouthful of precum as his dick finally popped free. James rubbed his throat.

"You didn't cum?"

Derrek casually stroked his cock, one hand massaging his knot, the other palming his leaking tip.

"Not yet. I'll be flooding your guts in a second."

"I just got home... can't I at least have shower first?"

"Nope. I need to blow before they revive me. Come on."

Grabbing his husband's hands, the dragon lifted him up again with ease. James was suddenly pulled into Derrek's lap, forced into another messy snog. The dragon maneuvered them both, taking a seat and positioning his monstrous pole to prod against a fluffy backside. James trembled, having not taken Derrek's cock for at least a week.

"Go slow, okay?"

Derrek grinned.

He turned James around and lifted him up by his thighs, holding him in place such that his prick was tickling the wolf's sweaty, winking hole.

"I love you."

"Love you too."

James was dropped, his cunt immediately spread wide. Anyone without a dragon for a boyfriend likely would have died, but after six years of regular fucking James was left only with an intense fire. Just as James fucked him without remorse, Derrek also felt little pity as he bounced the wolf in his lap, snug cunt milking him in the way that he would never get sick of.

"Nnf, ugh, fuck!"

Derrek let go of his partner, who unwittingly kept bouncing even without his support. He picked up the controller, wrapped his arms around James' chest, and placed his head over the wolf's shoulder. The dragon's long, serpentine tongue slithered out and wrapped right around into James' mouth. He let the wolf fuck himself senseless, fat dick relentlessly crushing his partner's well-loved prostate as his insides were utterly filled.

Derrek's sinister smile went unnoticed, as well as the game he had just resumed playing, for James was in the midst of ascending to a higher plane. The wolf's rock-hard cock strained against Derrek's cum-soaked jock, but every time he reached down to jerk off, he had to rebalance himself with the dragon's arms. James, squatting with a steady foot on both his husband's knees, did most of the work himself, though every now and then Derrek re-established control with a quick, but thorough power fucking to really churn his insides.

As much as he was enjoying this, Derrek had blown at least six or seven loads already, so it took a solid thirty minutes to drive him to his limit. James, having came twice in that time, was now ready for a third time.

"D-derrek. I'm gonna... fuckin' cum... again..."

"What a coincidence, honey, so am I. Keep going, we're nearly there."

The exhausted wolf, seeing the finish line, received his fourth wind. He redoubled his efforts, pounding his bruised insides until he could hardly feel a thing. Derrek had to turn his head away, flames snorting from his nostrils in bursts as he struggled to control himself. He placed his controller down, having to grab and spread his husband's ass for what was to come. The poor wolf never stood a chance.

"I'm fucking -"

Derrek roared, flames shooting from maw and nostrils alike as his knot slammed home, spreading his boyfriend's cocksocket to an unreasonable size. The wolf saw stars, jaws wide open as he orgasmed noiselessly, cum spurting through the already sopping-wet fabric of Derrek's jock. As promised, James' guts were completely flooded with searing hot dragon cum, none of which could pass back out due to the impassable obstruction of the dragon's knot.

Derrek held him tight, the both of them just breathing as he pumped out the last of his jizz and James' stomach swelled. They remained close, stewing in the sweat and cum, utterly spent and enjoying each other's company. That is until the dragon picked back up his controller.

"So, where we dropping, boys?"

Wide eyed and mortified, James let loose an exasperated whine.

"THEY HEARD US DO THAT?"

Derrek gave him an annoyed look, as if he was speaking too loud. James rubbed his dripping face with even wetter hands, still panting. His now fat stomach gurgled as he slapped the dragon's thigh and attempted to stand up, but found he couldn't even move an inch.

"Let me up, boofhead."

Derrek laughed.

"Yeah... that might take a while. Just relax, watch me play. I've been owning kids all day."

James rolled his eyes, but as his erection slowly faded, he realized with mounting dread one of the problems of an immediate post-work fuck.

"Honey?" said James.

"Yeah?"

"I really... really need to pee."

"...shit."