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Most people would have been excited to accept company for a birthday, especially when they knew there were plans of intimacy as the motivating factor.

When it came to Sean and Raul, however, there was unfinished business that wouldn't be solved by taking their clothes off.

"Thanks for coming over on such short notice. I meant to ask earlier if you had plans for your birthday, but when you didn't tell me or invite me to anything, I just kinda assumed," Raul admitted. The dragon was elated to see his friend on the other side when he opened the door, and with an arm cast toward the living room, he invited the husky inside. "Take a seat. Need anything to drink?"

Raul was already trying to turn things into a longer stay, and Sean was already planning to make things as brief as possible.

One of them actually was looking for company. The other one was just looking for answers, and he had a feeling that the ones given wouldn't be the most satisfying things to hear.

"Just a bottle of water for the road," Sean replied. He still came in and let Raul close the door behind him, but he took his seat on the end of the couch, looking as uncomfortable as he felt; he didn't want to be suckered into a longer discussion. "Doesn't matter if it's cold."

"For the road?" Raul asked. Just by his choice of attire: a banana hammock of orange fabric and a black strap, it was obvious that he expected things to take a different path than they were, but as he came back from the kitchen and set the bottle before Sean, he could see a look of betrayal played out on the canine's expression. "You don't want to hang out and have some fun for your birthday?"

"Not really why I came here," Sean admitted. "Actually, I...I'd been working up the nerves to have this conversation with you for a while; it's not really easy for me to talk about."

Eyes flickered with the color and intensity of embers as Raul looked him over. "Did I do something wrong, Sean?"

"...You really don't remember standing me up on prom night? You've honestly forgotten that part of our history?"

In the years that followed that moment, Sean and Raul had a strained relationship, at best. The dragon tried to come up with reasons why it was the case, and any time he was able to spend time with Sean, he tried to make the most of it...but things always ended on an awkward, unsatisfying note.

With the heart of the matter presented to him, he fell back into old habits, wishing he could pretend that he didn't know what the husky was talking about.

Eyes that were normally such a comforting shade of milk chocolate were boiling over with frustration: Sean could already see that Raul was going to try to dodge the subject.

"I don't...I don't know if now is really the right time for us to talk about that. You really want to bring that up when we're trying to celebrate your birthday?"

"In case it wasn't clear, I didn't come here to celebrate. I...I just want an answer, Raul...and you've been dodging this one for as long as I can remember."

"Look I...I can't even remember what I was doing that night," Raul claimed. "I didn't mean to hurt you, and I'm sorry if I stood you up, but that was all an accident!"

"An accident? You stood me up by accident?"

"I didn't mean to stand you up at all, but I...look, I can't really explain it right now!"

"If you can't explain it now, I don't think you'll ever be able to," Sean replied, his voice layered with a disgust, and yet, a certain level of acceptance. He left the water bottle on the coffee table by the couch and stood up, thinking that he'd gotten the best answer he was ever going to get. "I'm sorry, Raul, but...this was probably a mistake on my part. I should really go."

He was only halfway off the couch when he felt Raul grabbing his wrist. "You can't go yet! We haven't even started your party, and I-

"There's no party here," Sean countered, interrupting him. "There's a jerk who stood me up and won't even own up to what he did wrong!"

"I promise that I'll explain everything someday, but right now, I just...look; I want to get back with you, Sean."

"You can't be serious. That's what this invitation was really about?"

"I know I wasn't the best boyfriend, and I haven't really been the greatest friend to you since all of this happened, but I...I felt guilty," Raul confessed. "I felt wrong about everything going so poorly between us, and I've known that there's been a problem for a while. I thought if you and I got back together, maybe I could finally fix things!"

For once, there was honesty in Raul's eyes, but Sean still pulled his wrist away and stood up. "You've had so much time to come to that conclusion, dude. I know it's not easy to own up to your mistakes, but if you really wanted to fix this, I feel like you would have told me all of this a long time ago..."

The husky was making his way to the door when he felt another tug. He let out a quick growl, but when Raul didn't move away, he began believing that the dragon was sincere in his apology.

"I know this was a last-ditch effort, and I know I should have done it sooner, but...there's a reason I was wearing so little when you came over," Raul admitted. "I knew it was your birthday, I understand why you didn't invite me to anything, and I just hoped...w-well, that if I called you over and offered my body up to you as a birthday present...as a way to try and make us even...well, m-maybe that would have been a good place to start; to show you that I meant it."

"You really mean it? You're sure that's what you want to offer me?"

The dragon was a bulky creature, stacked with visible muscle and putting everything on display for Sean, reminding him of the sensuality that once existed between them.

He still managed to show a submissive approach, standing just a little shorter than the husky and drawing his wings closer to his back to make himself look smaller. "If it would convince you to give me a chance to make everything right, I'd be glad to give you whatever you wanted of my flesh," he repeated his stance. "I...I'll even bottom for you, if that's what you want."

Sean wasn't sure if he wanted to accept the offer, at first. As generous as it was, he didn't know if he could accept the gesture as sincere.

When Raul swallowed his pride and offered to be the one receiving, it added a shade of earnest to the gift...and it became impossible for the husky to overlook.

"I've...still got a lot of frustration to work out," Sean confessed. "If you really want to offer this to me, I'm not gonna go easy on you: it's gonna be rough, and I'm gonna suck your nipples so hard that they might blister..."

Raul nodded, accepting whatever his fate would be. "If that gets me closer to being on the level with you, I'm more than happy to take whatever you throw at me, dude."

What stood out most to Sean was the fact that Raul was careful with his words: the dragon wasn't trying to pretend that this would make them even, and he appreciated that fact.

It was all just an attempt to get them closer to an even playing field, and though Sean still wasn't sure how he felt about it, he was willing to give Raul a chance to make things right, even when his better judgment still made him hesitant to be trusting.

"Hmph...you're lucky that I didn't really any other plans for the evening," Sean murmured. Feeling another tug from the dragon, he took control of the situation and turned around, grabbing Raul by the wrists and pushing them away from his body. "You didn't really leave me much to unwrap, but if you're planning on being a gift, I'm a lot more worried about how you'll perform than how you're dressed."

Raul immediately recalled the intensity that Sean offered him with his eyes: in the past, he'd seen that look when they were on better terms, and the evenings that followed were some of the best nights of his life, filled to the brim with passion and vigorous love.

There was something tainting the husky's stare, even then...but it was a step in the right direction for their friendship to rebuild; if there was to be any relationship in the future, they had to start here, but what they were about to do wasn't something to be taken so lightly.

With relative ease, the thick husky demonstrated just how powerful he really was: with only a grasp on Raul's wrists, he was able to push the dragon over and onto his back: Raul wasn't letting himself be taken without a fight, but he didn't respond quickly enough to avoid slamming into the floor.

A shirt was tossed into his face as the husky began stripping: he wasn't going to give Raul a chance to back out or change his mind.

"Moving a little f-fast, aren't you?" Raul asked, pushing the shirt from his face, only to see that Sean had already stepped out of his slacks and left them on the floor. "I don't recall you ever coming at me this quickly before..."

"I've got cake and presents for myself back at my place, and the sooner I wrap this up, the sooner I can get back to them," he suggested, making it clear that he still considered this more of a stop than a change of plans for the evening. He refused to clarify if Raul would be able to change his mind on that fact, but the dragon had already coaxed him into getting another chance: that was better than he thought the evening was going to go. "And I told you I wasn't going easy on you."

Going easy meant going slow, as far as Sean was concerned. The tight grip of his boxers didn't do anything to hide the bulge beneath, and the warmth of his sheath was exposed with a concerning amount of haste.

Raul would have asked him to slow down, but he was going to prove that he could be a man of his word, now that he'd been given the chance. He gulped, but he said nothing more as the husky knelt around his hips and pushed his arms back to either side of his head, resting his full, canine orbs against the covered mound of the dragon's cock.

"Not exactly cake and ice cream, but I guess they'll do in a pinch," Sean appraised the full, thick pecs of the dragon and admired the dark, onyx nipples in the middle of a sea of white flesh. Their contrast gave them the appearance of being even bigger than they genuinely were, and they remained easy targets as Sean dipped his head and sealed his lips over the right one.

The brush of his tongue was delicate enough, but the tight, growing suction of his lips on the nub forced a quick gasp from Raul...and a bump from the bulge in his thong.

"They're e-even better," the dragon tried to claim. "You can eat them all you want, and y-you...you'll never get full!"

No one went at his chest the way Sean did: Raul found it impossible to adjust to just how ticklish the tender buds were, when only one of his lovers ever took the time to bother with them.

As he squirmed about on the floor and rubbed his covered member against the inside of the husky's thigh, he was treated to the sight of the warm, pinkish-red of a growing, canine cock, pointing out over his stomach and reminding him of why rushing things with Sean was always a bad idea.

The husky was blissfully endowed, but Raul could already tell, just by the look in his eyes, that he wasn't going to be getting a proper warmup before he was claimed as a gift.

Only one bit of wrapping was in the way of Sean making the most of his gift, but the husky only pushed one paw down against the thong. His thumb hooked in and tugged the flexible elastic up, releasing it against the dragon's hip with a snap.

"Off with 'em," Sean demanded. "I'm a little busy..."

It wouldn't be easy to manage them off with just one hand freed, but Raul was doing all he could to prove that he was sincere in his efforts: with a trembling grasp, he held the elastic and pushed down against it, until the stiffness of his cock sprung up over the waistline.

That impressive tool slapped up against Sean's full, heavy balls, sharing an intimate heat between them.

"Feels like just about every part of you is stiff," the husky pointed out. "Hopefully one part of you can stay relaxed for the next few minutes..."

His eyes drew a line down to the base of his own shaft, encouraging Raul to do something with his free paw: the dragon figured it out quick and wrapped his digits around the top of the sheath, rubbing a finger and thumb along the canine's member and coaxing the last of his length free.

All the while, Sean had moved over to the other nipple, suckling at it with such vigor that it was just a little bit painful for the dragon...but his whimpering protests couldn't make a dent in the pleasured, eager rumbling of the canine above him.

There was still a hint of regret in Sean's stare as he looked the dragon over, but the better part of him knew that his friend deserved one more chance, with or without the motivation of what was coming next.

That he was able to enjoy himself as he felt Raul's slow, jerking efforts told him enough about what he really wanted to do in that situation.

"I suppose the bottle of lube on the end table wasn't meant for your hands," Sean murmured, noticing the small container and grabbing it with his other hand. "Came into this a bit more confident than you're willing to admit, didn't you?"

Admitting that Sean had guessed the truth was dangerous: it would give away that the dragon had planned for things to go this well.

Lying in general was the thing that put him in a bad situation in the first place, and building on that in the moment was sure to make things worse.

"It's all gone a lot better than I hoped it would," Raul confessed. "But it's better to be prepared, right?"

Sean answered by popping the top of the small bottle and holding the end of it over the head of his cock. The cool, smooth fluid drizzled upon his member like butterscotch over a sundae, dripping down in sticky webs until it reached the pliable flesh of his sack.

He didn't even have to make a demand of the dragon: Raul was already spreading his legs wider and hoisting his backside up. His paws spread the full, wide curve of his rump, but the pucker of his asshole remained delightfully tight in the wake of the husky.

If it were any easier to relax, Raul would have been delighted at the sudden heat and pressure of Sean's member, bearing down with a hint of malice. The sensation left the lucky dragon trembling against the floor, but as he sucked in a gasp to mitigate the sharp, subtle pain of penetration, his toes curled with delight to know that sensual connection once more.

"Definitely better...if you weren't, that probably would have hurt a lot more..."

Raul was hoping that the husky would give him a few more moments to prepare, but there was no such grace to be had for the dragon: another gasp was sucked in as the inches were poured on, filling his tailhole with a deep and pervasive pace.

Plentiful flesh stretched him in such a way that he couldn't recall the last time he was so completely filled, and for a moment, he couldn't meet the domineering stare that Sean cast upon him...he just couldn't keep from wincing as a delightfully canine tool pumped into his backside and finally reached as deep as his clenching muscles would allow.

"Still...j-just a little...t-tight back there," Raul tried to explain, but his words were wasted effort.

There was nothing the dragon could say to slow his friend down, and nothing he could describe that the husky wouldn't already be able to feel...and Sean was much more interested in rekindling their friendship with actions than with words.

Raul knew what a bold statement he was making when he declared that he'd let the husky be on top, but the memories in his mind and the physical response had a slight disconnect: he couldn't remember the husky being quite so large , and in the heat of the moment, he could only gasp aloud and toss his head back, shocked that he was able to take the whole thing.

"A little too tight, isn't it?" Sean asked, pushing further still and bucking rapidly against the dragon, giving no warning to the sudden change of pace. "Let's s-see if we can't do something about that...what a great f-fucking gift that would be...hm? Letting me rearrange your guts for you f-from the inside?"

The dragon had bitten off more than he could chew, but he was too proud to back out then, and too determined to prove himself to take the easy way out.

As his body was lifted from the floor by the sheer force of Sean's thrusts, the dragon dragged his claws through the carpet for purchase and wrapped his ankles around the haunches of the driving husky, redoubling his efforts and showing his dedication...

...It still wasn't enough to bring them back to even, but it was a start...and that was good enough for Sean to pummel his friend into submission, one inch of his stretched, taken asshole at a time.