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With A Little Cream on Top

The parrot sat at the table, his tea just out of reach a little bit. It was still steaming at least, and the parrot knew how he was around hot drinks: he was exactly the kind of bird who drank his tea too fast, burning his tongue off. It was better to let it sit there and wait as he looked down at his work.

It was good to be in the coffee shop again, sketching. Unlike most composers, Art preferred not to sketch at the piano: it was too quiet in most environments where pianos existed, and his mind wandered too frequently as a result. He much preferred the ambient soundtrack of plates clacking by the trash bins and of people chatting about their daily problems: it was something to keep his mind grounded, for whatever harmonies would dare work their way in to break up the ambient noise.

It all stayed in his mind, of course, until it spilled out onto the staff paper before him. His notation could be messy, but that was just the nature of how he worked with pencil: it would go onto the computer later, to be tweaked by ear in playback. And anyway, it was less messy than some folks he knew.

On occasion, he would look up: being in this part of town was almost a relief if the rainbow flags draped over some of the brick walls were any indication. Art had only recently found this shop close to where he'd moved to, and had heard from friends that this was the hub of gay life around there. The first time he'd gone, he had definitely seen it: the barista was a cute little fossa whose rainbow bracelet told the parrot everything he needed to know, and the eye candy did not hurt either. He saw all types walk through those doors, from the overly muscular rottweiler who sat by the window to the trio of lanky weasels ogling him from the opposite end of the shop. Art could not help but chuckle at this: already, a thought for later was forming in his head, what would happen if they met...

But he turned back to his staff paper, before marking down more notes that he thought of.

The parrot had just reached for his tea when the door opened. And suddenly, the parrot stopped, his gaze turning towards the door as his jaw nearly hit the floor. The biggest red and black dragon he'd ever seen stepped in, his head ducking down just underneath the entryway of the door. Perhaps what was most striking about him, however, was just how much leather he had on his body: even seeing the large dragon gently brush some snow off of his shoulders, and even knowing how his own winter coat hung on the back of the seat behind him, the parrot knew only one place where he would have seen that much leather on someone.

And yet, as he wracked his brain trying to remember where he'd seen this specific dragon, his mind drew a blank: he had never seen anyone like that at any of the bar parties he frequented, and certainly he had never shown up in any of the circles he knew best. Either this was a newcomer, or an outlier, and the parrot was not sure which one of the two was true.

The dragon winked. It was only then as he turned off that the parrot realized that the dragon had been watching him, no doubt from how the parrot was staring.

Art eeped, the blush somewhat visible past what few feathers on his cheek were green. He felt rooted to his chair, and suddenly whatever ideas he'd wanted to commit to paper vanished from his mind. He knew this was a gay café, but all he could think about was what on earth the wink meant, and what the big dragon was thinking.

Of course, the parrot got his answer: with a cake on a small plate and a coffee cup in his hands, the big dragon walked over. His form was tall enough to cast a shadow over the parrot, his wings flexing slightly as the parrot tried to look anywhere but up, the blush coming to his cheeks too hard for anyone to ignore.

And then, he felt the dragon's presence more than he saw. "Do you mind if I sit here?" he asked, a thick Dutch accent jumping out at the parrot.

"N-no, go ahead." The parrot did not know how he managed to get that out with the blush on his face, but he did, and he felt his feet tighten in his shoes.

He heard the creak of a nearby chair as the dragon sat down, and Art finally looked up to get a good look at him. The red eyes seemed rather beadier than they had from further away, and the leather seemed much more inviting closer up as it always did. It almost left him completely out of place, but the parrot was not about to complain.

He exhaled, reaching for his tea and just getting some down the back of his throat. "Sorry," he said. "You're probably not used to staring."

"Oh, don't worry about that," the dragon replied. He then gave a smile that instantly calmed the parrot's nerves down. "It's quite alright, I know I'm not usual for what is seen around here."

Art slowly placed his tea just past his staff paper, looking up. "I take it you're not from the area?"

"No," the dragon said. He leaned back, spreading his legs rather wide. The parrot's eyes trailed down to the incredibly thick bulge present there, before his glance turned towards his face again. "I'm just here for a weekend."

"Hell of a place you chose," Art commented. He shook some tension out of his right hand, leaning back and no longer feeling like his heart was going to leap out of his mouth. "Especially this place."

"Eh, it was close enough to where me and my partner are staying," the dragon replied. "I figured I'd grab a coffee here first, see what the day has to offer."

Art's brow rose slightly. "I figure," he said. "He's not here with you?"

"No." The dragon sipped his cup. "He's Italian, and very particular about his food and drink."

"Oh." The parrot's eyes widened, and he nodded in agreement. "That would explain it, wouldn't it?"

"As it does for most things," the dragon replied. He then shifted in his chair, pointing to the parrot. "I guess you know the type?"

The parrot chuckled at this, shaking his head and finally looking the large dragon in the eyes. "Sir, I am the type too," he said. He stretched his arms out, pointing at his head feathers. "Have to make my own Cuban food at home, you know, nobody around here is actually good at it!" He leaned forward. "Cubans and Italians are quite similar in some ways!"

"So it seems," the dragon replied. He leaned forward. "I don't think I caught the pleasure of your name."

The parrot blinked, his feathers briefly fluffing out as he realized this. He immediately put his tea down, before nodding fervently. "Right, sorry," he said. "You can call me Art. And you are...?"

"Dave," the dragon replied.

"Like the Alvin and the Chipmunks character, huh?" the parrot asked.

The dragon narrowed his eyes, his wings twitching behind him as he tilted his head to the side and rose his eyebrow slightly. Art chuckled nervously, rubbing some of his feathers out of his face and giving the dragon a nervous smile.

The dragon only bowed his head once, before leaning back. "And it is true what they say about regular parrots: they are very silly," he said.

The parrot's feathers fluffed out, the heat coming to his cheeks as he turned to look away briefly. "Sh-shut up," he said quietly.

Dave only chuckled at this. "Correction, they are silly and cute."

This did nothing to stop the heat from coming up the parrot's cheeks, but at least this Art did not try to deny. He only looked to the floor, exhaling gently as his feathers slowly unfluffed. Finally, he turned to his tea, sipping it slowly as he looked back up.

"So what are you doing here?" asked Dave. He then indicated the staff paper. "Making a magnum opus here?"

The parrot nodded. "Well, I don't think it's a magnum opus yet, but it's hoping to be," he said. He put his tea down, exhaling gently. "I usually just come here to sketch."

Dave frowned, looking down at the paper. "That does not look like art to me."

But the parrot shook his head. "Composers still have to put their ideas down somehow, you know?" he asked. "We just call it the same thing an artist would, for the same purpose." He shrugged. "It's also just opera, you know."

"Oh is it?" Dave leaned forward, his eyes scanning over the paper. At that moment, Art felt some amount of embarrassment creep in as Dave looked down. "I don't think I've met anyone who writes opera."

Art chuckled at this, leaning towards Dave and smiling. "Well, you've met one now," he replied. He leaned back. "It's a lot of blood, sweat, and tears, but I've never had a better time with any other kind of music, so..."

"It sounds great."

Art nodded. "You've got no idea, big guy."

Dave responded with a smile, leaning back and flexing his wings gently. A silence came over the two of them, and Art found himself sipping at his tea again. It had gone somewhat lukewarm by then, but he cared not: in the company of such a hulking beast, he scarcely cared as much as he knew he should have. He had been easy to talk to, and even despite the initial blushing he had not seemed to mind quite so much. What a shame it would be to let him walk off alone...

Art breathed in at this, before leaning forward. "You know... if you're new here, I wouldn't mind showing you around."

Dave leaned his head forward. "Oh?" he asked.

Art chuckled, rubbing behind his head. "Yeah," he said. He looked up at the larger dragon, his talons subtly sliding towards the dragon's bare foot. "I kind of like showing new friends around, and if you're down, well..."

Art blushed, glancing down just slightly to the side as he pulled his wingtip away from the back of his neck. "Oh, and in case you ask, your partner's invited too."

Dave smiled, his foot shifting as it made contact with the parrot's toe. "Very well," he said. He then leaned forward, looking the parrot directly in the eyes. "But I have to warn you, he can get... very Italian."

But Art only chuckled, leaning forward. "Well, what happens when a Cuban and an Italian meet?" he asked. "All the passionate shouting!" He then exhaled, before turning to his staff paper and starting to pack that up. "So where are you two staying?"

"Not far from here," Dave replied. "We can take you with, if you wish."

"Sure," said Art. "But only if I get to figure out where to go from here."

Dave nodded, before leaning forward and squeezing Art's knee. "You're the one who knows the town!"

Art blushed rather heavily at this, but he did not deny it. Instead, his head went directly to three thoughts: where would he go, where would they grab food, and how long would it take them to get back afterwards?

----**----

"Why are there so many flavors, anyway? A proper cannoli does_not_ come in that many flavors!"

"It may not, but it's damn good, little guy."

"It is crap! And why do none of them have any of the candied fruits on them? If it is not that, or the chocolate or pistachios, why bother?"

"I'm surprised you haven't been yeeted into the river yet for that."

"Eh, I'm used to it, it is what it is."

The parrot could not help chuckling to himself as he took a bite of his own cannoli. Upon hearing Malk's accent he knew that the little blue kobold would take to everything around their location as some sort of sacrilege, and on that front Art knew exactly what he would be getting. In a way, it was adorable, although he had the feeling that only Dave could get away with calling the little kobold that.

Actually, he had the feeling Dave was the only one who could get away with a lot of things, considering how Malk rode on Dave's shoulders. Even as they walked around the city a bit, Art got the sense that Malk hardly ever did much else in the spaces where he could help it. He had to admit, it was a very adorable image to behold, and the parrot wondered just how often they both took advantage of that.

Still, he could think about that later. For that moment, the parrot was content to walk right next to the hulking dragon as they made their way to the river. They paused as soon as they were on a sidewalk right by it, not far from the rink the parrot knew decently well.

"Well, here we are: the Charles," the parrot said. He gestured towards it. "Really probably not that much to write home about at first, but it feels like home!"

"It also looks a little filthy," Malk replied, gesturing towards where the river met the rest of Massachusetts Bay. "Who would want to do anything in that?"

Art grimaced, following Malk's gaze and shrugging. "Yeah, not gonna argue with you there," he replied. He looked back to the rest of the Charles, towards where the Mass Ave bridge was. "It's more that direction I tend to go, anyhow. Closer to where I actually am and all that."

"It must be a big river," Dave replied. He eyed it carefully, looking over at the land on the opposite bank. "And that right there?"

"Bunker Hill," Art replied, leaning against the bridge and smiling as he looked on. "As in the formative battle of the Revolutionary War. It all happened more or less around there." He shrugged, looking to the two behind him. "It's about as much history as you'll get around here, trust me."

"I can see that for sure," Dave replied, crossing his arms. "It's strange when you can claim so few years of history in this area of the world."

"Yeah." Art tapped his fingers. "Like, I could tell you about how much history happened here, and it's only about two and a half centuries old at most, you know? Meanwhile, back at home you've got the thousands of years of history everywhere." Art sighed. "It makes a boy jealous, you know?"

"Oh, for sure," Malk replied. Art could hear the evil grin more than he could see it. "It's really one of the many things we can point at for why it is better there than here."

Art shrugged. "And I wouldn't disagree with you on that," he replied.

He exhaled, pushing away from the guard rail and standing by Dave. The three of them paused in relative silence after that, and Art found his gaze turning over the large dragon's leather jacket. The capacity to blush had mostly vanished by then, but in this void where no words were exchanged, he found himself wondering what else laid beneath that leather.

Strangely, though, it was Malk who noticed first, and the kobold could not help the snicker that escaped his muzzle. "Curious, eh?" he asked.

Art inhaled, swallowing. "A little bit, yeah," he said. He rubbed the back of his head. "I..." And there it was, the blush coming back hard. "I tend to gravitate towards guys in full leather." He looked to the side. "Just ask my friends in the area all about that."

"Oh?" Dave leaned forward at this, his whole body casting a shadow over the parrot as he did. "I thought you were looking at me a certain way back in the café..."

"Yeah..." The parrot turned to the ground, suddenly taking an interest in the little valleys between squares on the sidewalk. "It's... really hot, actually."

Art could just barely hear some whispers from Malk in response to this, but he kept his gaze down. Oh Lord, admitting that in front of Malk no less, and with the hulking beast right there. Art fiddled with his pants, suddenly finding them a little uncomfortable to stand in.

And then, he felt a big hand come just underneath his beak, lifting it up until he was looking into the tall dragon's red eyes. He felt those gloved fingers scratch over that place where his feathers gave way to beak, prompting him to part his mouth slightly as he looked up, suddenly feeling hot in the cold outside.

And then, he felt a thumb work its way into his tongue. The parrot could not help himself: his tongue instinctively curled towards it, and he leaned into the contact almost instantly as that thumb invaded his mouth. The parrot almost forgot where he was, closing his eyes and suckling on that thumb as if it was the only thing that existed.

And as he turned, gripping Dave's forearm gently, he wondered why on Earth the dragon had waited until they were almost on the other side of the city from where he lived.

"Knew it!" Art heard Malk's voice craw out triumphantly at this. "He is a very thirsty bird indeed."

"I suspected as much." Dave slowly pulled his thumb out, the parrot letting out a disappointed sigh. "I don't think there is much we need to wait for from here. Where are you?"

The parrot rubbed the back of his head. "Down the orange line, right at the end," he replied. He then looked around, waving his finger around. "If I recall, the North Station train shouldn't be too far from here."

"Then let's not waste any more time, shall we?" Dave asked. "But first, we should swing by our hotel, you never know what we can use there."

The parrot chuckled, shaking his head. "Of course you brought some things over." He shrugged. "Let's get out of here."

And as the trio walked off, Art chanced a glance at Malk, just long enough to see the shit-eating grin the kobold wore on his face.

#

It had indeed not taken the big red and black dragon long to gather some things from the hotel room, and before long they were back on the Orange Line, all the way to Forest Hills. It of course did not take super long after that point, and after a bit of a walk they were back in his apartment, Dave having to duck his head slightly to walk through the hall.

"Don't worry, the ceiling in the actual apartment is a touch higher," the parrot replied as he applied the fob to his door.

Once they were in, Art stepped inside, looking around the living room and clapping his hands. For once, the place was immaculately clean, with the kitchen off to one side and the couch and TV off to another. Past that would be the bedroom, but the parrot figured that could wait for a little while: for now, as Malk stepped off Dave's shoulder and onto the floor, the parrot was most curious about what was in the rather small bag they had taken with him.

"You travel pretty lightly, huh?" the parrot asked.

"In a sense, yes," Dave replied. He unzipped the bag, before grabbing a collar out and snapping it out. "But sometimes, the simplest things are the most effective."

The parrot nodded: he knew he had a collar of his own in his closet, but he chose not to bring that up at that moment as he had no intention of taking any control away from the dragon before him. "Yeah, I can appreciate that," he said. He exhaled, looking between Dave and Malk as he stood up. "So, uh... You've probably pegged me for a massive sub by now, huh?"

"It's that obvious?" Malk asked, crossing his arms and cocking a brow at the parrot. "I don't know about Dave, but I could smell you as a sub the second you walked through those hotel room doors the first time."

Art's tail feathers darted between his legs in embarrassment, but he did not say anything to deny this. "Just wait if you'd seen me at one of my usual hangouts," he replied. "It's... kinda obvious."

"Good, this will be fun, then," Dave replied. "How hard do you like it?"

"Haven't figured that out yet." The parrot replied. "I guess there's a first time for everything, right?"

Dave nodded, before snapping the collar open slightly. "Shirt off, on your knees," he said, his voice deepening as such.

Art swallowed, but the rush of heat that ran over his feathers was too good to ignore. Thus, he got to work, pulling his shirt off and revealing his somewhat slimmed down figure. He then knelt on the ground, inhaling and exhaling as he looked up at Dave.

The big dragon fastened the collar to the parrot's neck in short order, and Art found himself meeting those beady red eyes, feeling the way the fingers petted in that spot where beak and feathers met. It drew out a strangled moan from the parrot, one that was allowed to be much louder considering they were in private at that moment. The parrot exhaled, looking up at him as he gazed into those eyes.

And then, from behind, someone draped something dark over his eyes. He let out a soft yelp, leaning back slightly as Malk tied the blindfold behind his head. He could not lean too far back, though, for he felt the leash pull him forward so he was still very much on his knees. When he was released, the parrot could barely see anything at all before him: whatever blindfold they had was all-encompassing, he could barely see even the floor underneath his legs.

The parrot's pants stiffened again, and this time he was not sure how comfortable they would remain in that state. He was not given any time to worry about that, though, for one second later he felt his beak pressed against something hard. When the parrot inhaled, the scent of leather filled his nostrils, and he exhaled softly.

"Lick, parrot boy."

The parrot obeyed Dave's command immediately, his tongue snaking out and licking at whatever was in front of him. It tasted strongly of leather, and though his tongue dried up almost immediately the parrot went in again, and again. Something thick began to thicken even further underneath his motions, with the parrot pressing even further into that bulge.

"Good boy..." The parrot heard something unzip. "Now be careful with this, you may encounter some metal there..."

The parrot blinked under the blindfold: pierced cocks? He'd only known one other guy to have that, and he knew that he had to take it off owing to how the piercing had happened. He could not imagine what it would be like, but he leaned towards the dragon's groin.

His tongue then licked under some scales, and for a second the parrot frowned. Upon streaking his tongue there a second time, he realized that there were, in fact, two dicks waiting for him there. He shuddered at this, but only continued to pull back, licking up one of those shafts. He was careful about his beak, of course, and he kept going up and up, licking what turned out to be a long shaft. He could only imagine how two of these would feel.

And then, right at the tip, he tasted rather thick metal. There it was, indeed: a Prince Albert. The parrot guessed it was a rather large one, too, just from how thick the metal felt. It was definitely thicker than the first one he had sucked on, and he wondered what it would feel like deep inside him.

The parrot nodded, opening his beak a little wider so as not to accidentally clamp down on it. He held it wide as his tongue worked the underside of the piercing, feeling that place where scales and metal met. He was rewarded with a groan, which the parrot took as a cue to go further: he leaned forward, slowly closing the beak as that length went further into his maw. Soon, he was bobbing up and down it gently, feeling the metal just grace the back of his tongue.

"Mm, that's a good parrot boy..." Art felt Dave's hand come onto the back of his head, and suddenly it anchored him in place. "You like that?"

The parrot moved to respond, but before he could he felt that thick shaft dive straight in: the parrot swallowed, looking up at where he assumed Dave's head was, and faintly realizing his beak already touched Dave's groin.

He did not get much time to process this before his head got pulled back, and the thick cock inside him gently thrusted into his maw. The parrot grew dizzy from lack of air, but he did not mind this so much: it was such a beautiful cock that he felt inside, and the fact there were two of them only made the parrot's pants feel that much tighter.

The parrot partly wanted his own cock to be released from its prison any way it could, but another part of him told him to leave it be, that eventually someone would tear it off. And that thought was even hotter than anything else could have been.

"Look at that..." Art turned his head as much to the side as he dared, hearing Malk's voice just to his left as Dave brought Art down on his length. "Damn, that's a good mouth. Bet it's almost as good as mine."

Art felt his head get pulled back, and then pulled back down on the thick shaft before him. "I can let you judge a bit, Malk," Dave replied.

The parrot heard something else unzip, before he was pulled off of Dave's length. He let out a disappointed whimper, but before he could, he felt a significantly smaller pair of hands rest on his head, guiding him onto his hands and knees right there on the floor.

"Oh, I plan to," said Malk. "Especially if he's as good as he sounds."

And with this, the parrot felt another cock slap his head: this slap came a little harder, and the parrot could feel a second Prince Albert gently whap the side of his head. He felt his head get pulled back, and he'd barely had any time to say anything before he felt that cock thrust right into his maw.

He tasted lots of metal on his tongue this time, with the taste so overpowering it almost obliterated the heady flavor of the scales. When the parrot felt them, he realized it was a series of studs: he'd heard of the Jacob's Ladder before, but never seen one, never mind felt it on his tongue quite like this. The parrot briefly wondered if all of the studs he had counted would stay on.

He did not get time to think about that before he felt the kobold thrust in. When he did, the parrot gagged, and he shivered partly out of the shock of feeling Malk's Prince Albert bash against the back of his throat and partly out of surprise at Malk's size. The little kobold may not have been as long as Dave, but he certainly felt much bigger than it had any right to be for being a kobold. How on earth did such a small creature come with that big a package?

The parrot had no time to worry about this, though, for he felt Malk's hands grab on his feathers a little more forcefully, thrusting in and out of that maw with quite a bit of vigor. It was all the parrot could do to keep that length inside his maw, his hands planted firmly on the ground. The taste of metal on his tongue only accentuated what the rest of the tongue was feeling, and it drove the parrot wild.

"Well, this is a good mouth," Malk commented. "Beaks aren't bad for blowjobs, after all."

"Indeed not..." The parrot then felt a hand rub over his ass at that point. "But something is sorely missing..."

And then, Art felt a hand dip into his pants, one finger curving up right into his ass. This drew a loud moan from the parrot around Malk's cock, and he could not help but arch his back, his ass pressing up against that finger in need. It felt like the glove had come off at some point, and all he felt was scale and claw pressing against that ass, slowly breaching his way in...

"These are tight on you now." The parrot felt someone unbutton his pants, and with a sigh of relief he felt both his underwear and his pants get pulled down. Even as Malk thrusted hard into his maw, the parrot found he was able to lift his legs to get the pants completely off, leaving him in just a shirt as Dave's hand caressed the curve of his ass.

It was just as well, for then Art felt something smack his ass gently. From the metal at the end, the parrot figured it was one of Dave's dicks, and he groaned onto Malk's cock as he tried to grind against that.

"Beautiful..." Dave said. The parrot felt that finger press right into his ass.

He groaned around it: even the dragon's digit was thick as anything else on him, and the parrot's eyes widened underneath the blindfold. Slowly, a large hand came around his ass, and soon he felt the touch of scales on his length. He also noticed that Malk had stopped thrusting, holding the parrot to his groin and feeling his torso twist gently.

"Whoah, look at that!" Malk stated.

"Yeah." The parrot shuddered as he felt Dave's hand stroke up his length once. "Parrot boy has a good cock." He squeezed gently, drawing a moan out of the parrot. "Perfect for a good piercing, I think."

Art exhaled, breathing in as Malk popped out of his mouth. The parrot took a moment to breathe in, feeling himself turned onto his back as he laid there, dazed. Soon enough, the feel of a second, smaller hand on his cock sent another shudder up the parrot's spine, and the contact was enough for the parrot to start thinking of the names of others just to keep from cumming too early.

"And sensitive," Dave commented. "We do like a sensitive boy, hm?"

The parrot gave a broken chuckle at this line. "I-I, uh..." He looked up. "Yeah, I guess."

"He he he!" Malk's laughter immediately set the parrot's feathers on their ends. Whatever feeling came over him was instantly quashed by the feel of that hand running right down to the base of his cock. "Bet he squeals real loud when someone takes a ride on this thing, huh?"

"I bet so..." With this, the parrot felt himself get picked up, and he instinctively grabbed onto Dave, feeling the power behind the dragon's stature. "Come on, little parrot boy..."

The dragon then walked off. The parrot barely had time to collect his bearings before he felt himself get deposited on the bed. He felt a light pressure next to him, and before long a small pair of hands had yanked his shirt off. He felt very exposed on the bed then, and in the blindfold he could only wait for whatever form of contact would come next with baited breath.

He first felt the kobold's claws climb onto his chest, and before long he felt someone grab his right wrist roughly. "Thank you," Malk replied. It was then the parrot felt something metallic clasp around that wrist. He was then rolled onto his front, his beak pressing against the bed as he felt his hands get cuffed together behind him. When he was then rolled on his back, the parrot exhaled.

He barely had time to say much else, before he heard something attach to his collar. The parrot shuddered without even being touched, which made Malk placing his claw on the parrot's torso all the more intense when it finally did come. It was then he felt the slight pressure of a hole press up against his cock: from how the bed's mattress sank on both sides of his torso, the parrot figured that Malk had to be kneeling right before him.

"Hm, this feels like it's gonna be a fun one," Malk said. "Where's your lube, boy?"

Art shuddered at being called boy, and tilted his head towards the side. "In the night stand," he said, knowing it would be in there. "There's a lot of it, too."

The drawer opened. "I can see that," Dave replied. "More than enough for what we plan to do..."

The parrot felt the cool wetness of the lube against his cock after this. This drew a strangled moan out of the parrot, one that left him pulling against the handcuffs underneath his torso. It was driving the parrot crazy with desire, and as he felt the hand slowly stroke the lube up and down his length he threw his head back, moaning in desire.

After some time, the hand pulled away, and then the pressure of Malk's hole returned. "Let's see how he feels, eh?"

With this, Art felt the kobold's claw angle his cock in just the right way; that was all the warning the parrot got before he felt something tight start to surround his length. It was not as tight as he would have thought, however, for suddenly that pressure sank all the way down to his base. It was not until then that he realized it had to be Malk's ass, given how warm it was.

This drew a loud moan out of the parrot, who bucked up into the kobold and thrusting in the rest of the way. He squeezed his eyes shut from just how intense it felt without the ability to see or the ability to pull his hands onto Malk's hips. The kobold let out a groan as well, and suddenly the parrot felt the pressure of his claws on his chest.

"Damn, such an eager boy," Malk replied. He clenched around the parrot, drawing a moan out of him. "An eager boy with a good cock."

"Am I going to enjoy breaking into this one, Malk?" Dave asked.

"Oh yes..." The kobold then lifted himself off, before slamming himself back down on the parrot's waist. "We're going to enjoy this."

With this, the parrot felt Malk lift off, before setting a somewhat fast rhythm. The parrot grit his beak, soft little groans escaping as he tried to buck into each motion from the kobold above him. This had been an unexpected turn for everything, but the parrot was still moaning under the kobold loudly. The kobold's ass was just the right combination of tight and soft, with the way each clench around his cock massaged it. How had Dave gotten so lucky to get this as his own?

The parrot simply bucked up against Malk's motions, grinding into his hips the few times Malk lingered there and swivelled his hips. The moans those drew from the parrot were quite loud, and Art could only respond by yanking hard at his handcuffs behind his back in the vain hope he could break them and grab Malk's hips.

Suddenly, Malk stilled above him, the parrot groaning in disappointment. However, the parrot's legs tensed up as he felt his legs get propped up against two strong shoulders. He then felt something metallic press up against his own ass. It pressed against his hole, and then the parrot felt the thick scaly cock behind it.

He shuddered at this, but Dave gave him no room to say much more as he felt a harsh yank on his leash. The parrot felt his head come flush with Malk's muzzle, the kobold's PA pressing just against his nipple as he felt the large cock prod at his entrance.

"Are you ready, Malk?" Dave asked.

"You gotta ask?" Malk asked. "Do it."

The parrot groaned at this, and then he cried out as the pierced head of one of Dave's cocks pressed in. The parrot expected that familiar pressure, and how filling the dragon would be, and on both fronts he was not disappointed as Dave slid in.

What Art had not expected was for the friction he felt inside Malk's ass. First the metal of Dave's Prince Albert brushed past his base, and then the parrot cried out as his cock was almost uncomfortably pressed against Malk's walls by Dave's other cock. The pressure against both ass and cock left Art crying out, and he would have slammed his head back against the bed had Dave not pulled on his leash at the same time.

"Ah, fuck!" the parrot cried out, pulling at his cuffed hands to grab onto Malk, onto Dave, anything that would help give purchase against the two points of pressure.

But Art was not given reprieve so fast, for Dave hilted deep inside the parrot. The PA inside him pressed up against something in him, and the parrot groaned once, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as the stars danced in the darkness. He leaned into Malk's shoulder, his tongue lolling out at how intense everything felt inside his body. He clenched hard around Dave, getting used to the feel of the dragon inside both himself and Malk.

"Fuuuuuck..." The parrot leaned his head back, once again stopped by the leash holding him in place. "Holy shit, that's big..."

"Yeah, why do you think I like taking it so much?" Malk's voice sounded as relaxed as ever, and the parrot wondered just what kind of skill Malk had that he was so easily able to take both his and Dave's cock at the same time.

"He's just the best at that," Dave replied. The parrot groaned as he felt Dave pull back slightly. "Now just sit back and enjoy, the both of you..."

The big dragon pulled back, and then thrusted into both parrot and kobold roughly. The parrot cried out in pleasure, feeling the piercing press up inside of him. The sensation drove him wild, and it prompted him to grind himself deeper into Malk. The friction of Dave's cock against his was so pleasant inside of the kobold that the parrot hand to grit his beak and try his hardest not to cum right there. After all, it was only one thrust, there was bound to be more to come after that.

And more, there certainly were. The parrot found his torso pressed right up against Malk, the kobold's piercings gracing against his feathers as Dave went to town on both of their asses. The parrot struggled hard against his bindings, wanting nothing more than to grasp onto anything for purchase: this only amplified the pleasure both in his ass and against his dick, and he could not help the groans into Malk's ear. The kobold saw it fit to grab onto the parrot's torso with this, holding him close and supporting his weight as the parrot very slightly thrusted up into that kobold.

"Fuuuuck..." The parrot could only gently thrust forwards, feeling Dave sink right into him and shoving him up into the kobold further. "Aaah..."

"That's a good parrot boy..." The parrot felt a big hand rub his side gently. "You're a very good parrot boy, aren't you?"

"Y-yeah..." The parrot squeezed his eyes shut, the blindfold rubbing up against his eyelids. "Fuck, I'm gonna blow..."

"You better not do that yet," Malk replied. "Not until we're ready to go too."

"Hh..." The parrot grit his beak hard, straining every muscle in his body to keep from cumming too early. "Fuck, it's so..."

And then, the parrot felt himself get pushed back onto the bed by Malk's torso. The kobold groaned at this, before the parrot felt Dave pick up the speed of his thrusting.

"Well, we better oblige our little parrot boy, then, no?" asked Dave.

Malk let out an annoyed groan, but it was quickly cut off by a particularly deep thrust from Dave. Art felt the thrusting inside him, outside his length, felt the friction and how it went off. His legs began to tighten, and after a second he felt that familiar pressure begin to build in his balls. He began to thrust up into Malk.

It was this new friction of rubbing up against Dave's cock in such a tight ass that did it for the parrot. He mewled out loudly, his motions going erratic as he pulled at his handcuffs. "Fuck... Fuck... Ah! Ah!"

He let out a loud cry at this, holding himself still inside of Malk. The parrot's seed coated the kobold's insides quite thoroughly, and the parrot found himself clenching down hard around Dave. This then set off a chain reaction, Dave groaning gutturally as the pace of his thrusts turned erratic. It did not take long before the parrot then felt him growl, thrusting all the way in. The flood of cum that filled the parrot up afterwards drew a moan into him, especially as he was still not quite through his orgasm at that point.

And that was when Malk groaned, the parrot's head being angled down. "Here, boy," he said. "Take it like a good parrot boy..."

The parrot blinked as he felt Malk's cock enter his maw, but he had no time to think about it before the kobold groaned. Hot seed flooded the parrot's mouth, and the parrot immediately took to swallowing as much as he could even as some of it leaked out of the sides of his beak. He groaned, the savory taste of the kobold's tongue almost lingering in his mouth.

Finally, the parrot was pushed back, and it was then that his muscles tingled. He cried out at how sensitive his member was within Malk and right next to Dave, shuddering as he tried to lift his arms to no avail.

That was when the blindfold came off. He blinked at first, his eyes taking a second to adjust to the light from his bedroom lights. He then blinked, looking up at Malk's expression, which was somewhere between annoyance and bliss, an expression that oddly did not look out of place. And of course, Dave hovered over the both of them, a satisfied smile on his muzzle as he leaned towards them.

Dave smooched Art's beak gently. "Good parrot boys get smooches."

The parrot chuckled at this, the chuckle wracking his whole body where Malk's considerable length laid. "I... I guess they do." The blush was apparent on his face as he pulled on his cuffs, exhaling softly as he looked up. "That..."

"Never had anything like that, huh?" asked Dave.

"N-no..." He chuckled, looking up at Malk nervously. "Leave it to the kobold to come up with something kinky, huh?"

Malk chuckled at this, patting Dave on the side. "Well, it helps when I have this big guy to help with that particular itch."

"I can tell." The parrot exhaled, propping him up. "I figured he was up to some kink, but this? Hoo..." He then pulled on his wrists, realizing how raw they felt. "Oh, can you help me out of these cuffs? My wrists are kind of starting to hurt."

"Oh, sorry." Dave immediately brought his hands forward, Art blinking in shock as he only then realized the dragon was still in his leather pants. Still, Malk pulled himself off. But perhaps what threw the parrot off the most was that the cuffs seemingly unlocked themselves: all Dave had to do was wave some fingers around the handcuffs, and off they came.

Art blinked in confusion, pulling his wrists back and rubbing them, feeling them a little bit. "What?" He thought he felt that the feathers of his left wrist were a little more worn down, but otherwise he felt alright. "How'd you get those off?"

"Nanites," Dave replied. He grinned down at the parrot. "Science gets a lot of things done."

This only deepened the parrot's confusion, prompting him to tilt his head to the side. "What?"

Malk chuckled at this, patting the parrot's shoulders. "Don't think about it too hard," Malk replied. "You'll find out some things around him get very interesting."

The parrot nodded slowly. "Sure."

"You'll get used to it." With this, Malk pulled down, flopping next to the parrot. Art could see just how much cum was leaking out of Malk's ass, both his and Dave's seed staining the comforter beneath him. "Sorry about your bedsheets."

The parrot shrugged. "Honestly, it would've been a bigger issue in the old place," he said. "Two dollars a load in a machine that's not big enough for the comforter makes a parrot antsy about that."

Dave chuckled at this, sitting at the edge of the bed. "I hear you," he said. He rubbed the parrot's leg, the parrot only then noticing that not only had Dave pulled out, but that he also felt empty in a way he hadn't in a while. "That was not bad, was it?"

"Not bad is a bit of an understatement," said Art. He adjusted his legs, exhaling as he looked between them. "Holy hell, that's a kinky duo."

"Oh, you haven't even seen the kinkiest we can get yet, little parrot," Malk commented. The parrot blushed at the shit-eating grin Malk wore at that time. "Give us a little more time, and we can show you more!"

The parrot tilted his head. "Is that a dare?" he asked.

The kobold grinned. "When do you want to start round two?"

At this, the parrot blushed, already feeling his cock stir to action. Of course Malk was as insatiable as ever, and when the parrot looked to Dave he noticed that the big dragon was not even close to softening up. He had the feeling there was more to be had where that came from, and as Dave looked to the parrot for an answer, the parrot blushed.

He then exhaled, rolling on his belly and lifting his tail feathers up. "Well, if we're going to be eager about it..."

Malk chuckled at this, getting on his knees. "Good boy," he said. "I knew you wouldn't say no."

With this, the parrot smiled up, grinding his hips against Malk's PA. "I'm usually not," he said. "Especially not to two huge guys."

"Good," Dave said. "Then let's make good on that, huh?"

The parrot's heart rate fluttered gently, and he grinned at this as Dave walked around. He did not think his day would end in quite this way when he had gone off to the coffee shop, but Art was not about to complain: he had three excellent dicks in front of him, all ready to use him in whatever way they could think of next.

And as he felt Malk press into his backside, the parrot grinned, looking up at Dave and gripping both of his pierced cocks.