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Cyrus brought his black-scaled knuckles together in front of his chest. Pressed into his palms were metal handles connected to cables. He was dominating the large cable crossover machine at the center of the gym. A normal sized person could use one side of the oversized pulley system and be fine, but the eight foot tall dragon was lifting two full racks of weights, his pectorals swelling into his shirt with the effort above his firm, curved gut. His workout gear hid most of his ventral scales, but from where they poked out the bottom of his muscle tee above his athletic shorts, the metallic gold could clearly be seen. Slowly inhaling, he spread his arms again, allowing the plate weights to come down to nearly settling on their bases.

As the heavy drake continued his set, another of nearly the same height watched on, taking a drink from his bottle. Duke was every bit as muscular as Cyrus, but he clearly cut things lower on the carb side from the flat, almost concave curvature of his waist. His focus, however, was watching how the other dragon's chest strained his muscle tee with every rep. In between, the gut below pressed out the fabric, making it ride up a bit more as his diaphragm displaced belly to suck in air.

The black and gold dragon finally extended his arms all of the way, carefully releasing one handle, then the other with a slight shimmy of his shoulders so that the plates wouldn't clack loudly against their base. Cyrus chuckled at the gaze his workout partner was giving him, reaching into the low-cut sleeve of his muscle tee to rub at his own chest and the top of his stomach. "You're up, Duke."

Doing very little to try to hide how he'd been looking up the other dragon, Duke pressed his weight off the wall he'd been leaning against and strode to the empty space between the two sides of the crossover machine's frame. There was a pull-up bar at the center scaled for much smaller people that happened to be the perfect place for both drakes to rest their traps while doing pec flies. With a cheeky grin back over at Cyrus, he took hold of one handle, then the other, and began his set.

Taking a drink from his own bottle, the black-scaled male took his turn in gazing. Duke's scales were mostly orange, apart from some distinct stripes of purple that seemed only to highlight the musculature in his arms and calves. From experience, Cyrus knew they graced many more muscle groups. If one looked carefully, they would be able to see them through the mesh of his tight top, wrapping up onto his chest and pointing down to his abs. On a day when the citrus dragon had been fasting, his eight-pack was picture-perfect. Or at least stripper quality.

Even now, Duke's washboard was affecting the contour of his mesh shirt enough to make out the muscle group clearly. When the orange dragon finished his set, he let the weights settle and stepped away, bracing his forearms together to do a stretch. "So, squat rack?"

Finishing a swig from his bottle, Cyrus nodded. "Last weight group for the day, then cardio."

"Alright then." Duke clapped his claws together and accepted his own bottle from his partner.

The black and gold drake pivoted, walking past weight machines designed for much smaller patrons to the ten foot tall squat rack riveted to the back wall. Cyrus twisted the bar in the rack to raise it to his shoulder level. He set his bottle down on top of a rack of bar weights nearby and took a hundred pound weight in either hand. With ease he carried the pair over, loading one on each side. By the time he turned around, Duke was holding out the next pair. "Thanks." He accepted them and turned to keep loading up the bar.

The cut male grinned and picked up another pair, handing them off until the squat rack creaked from the combined weight of both sides. "Going low weight, high reps?" He winked.

"I left the pair of wrecking balls at home today so I can't go for power." Cyrus bandied back wryly as he got into position. He grasped the bar with both hands and twisted, unhooking from the rack once again and putting the four digits of pounds squarely onto his own frame. Knees spread he inhaled as he crouched, tail sliding along the matts beneath the rack.

Duke stood by the now far more empty weight rack, idly feeling his abs through his mesh shirt. He tensed and relaxed them as his eyes stayed fixed on Cyrus' hips. He watched them flex and bend, bringing thighs up nearly around the other dragon's musclegut before he pushed off again with a loud exhalation.

Cyrus grunted as he twisted the bar to lock back into place, stepping out from under the bar with a bit of a bounce in his step. He stepped to the side and leaned against the wall the rack was bolted to, leaving the way to the bar open to his partner.

The striped dragon picked up the other's bottle and tossed it to him from the top of the weight rack. Duke stepped into place and pivoted to line himself up with the bar to start his own set of squats. With his flat abs he didn't have to spread his legs quite as far as Cyrus did, but he still kept them shoulder-width for stability.

From the black and gold drake's position, he got a good view of his partner's glutes working, even though his thick tail blocked the money shot. Cyrus took a drink from his bottle. He could get an unobstructed view later if he really wanted it. He trailed his long tongue along his lips as, seemingly reading his mind, Duke's rear appendage curled and flagged to one side mid-squat.

The orange and purple dragon finished his set and smoothly trailed his tail along his partner's upper thighs as he passed. He bent at the hip to pick up his own bottle, jutting his glutes out once again for the other male's viewing.

Rolling his eyes with a smirk, Cyrus got back into the rack, intent on finishing his workout.

Duke set to watching from behind as well this time, jiggling one leg in place. When his partner finished his second set, he pressed off the wall. "You know, I think it's time for cardio." He strutted away from the rack, heading towards the entrance to the locker rooms.

The black and gold dragon paused a moment, looking over at the treadmills and exercise bikes at one end of the gym, then back to the striped drake heading the opposite direction. The far from subtle jut of his hips and curve of his tail told Cyrus all he needed to know about what 'Cardio' he was in for, a grin coming across his snout. He took a moment to wipe down the bar of the squat rack and was off for the locker room as well.

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Duke had already arrived at the pair of lockers that the two dragons were using to store their things by the time Cyrus entered the musk-tinged space. He posed with his back to the metal cabinets, mesh shirt pulled overhead and binding his arms in front of him, jutting his pecs out as they crowded for space with his biceps.

Striding confidently from the entrance of the locker room, Cyrus made no overtures. As soon as Duke was within reach, his hand grasped one of his workout partner's hips and squeezed. Not a moment later, his lips met the other dragon's own.

Twisting one arm in his self-imposed bindings, the striped drake returned the grope in kind, directly to the groin. Duke's other hand busied itself with removing the mesh shirt entirely, as his mouth and tongue wrestled with Cyrus' own.

Pressing his hips against the grasping claw, the heftier of the two muscular males hooked his thumb into the waistband of the other's workout shorts. It was a smooth transition from grasping his hip to start dragging that garment free.

Duke moaned into the kiss as he tossed his top aside, his own hands shortly scooping up under the other dragon's muscle tee, starting to rediscover the golden scales of his firm gut. One claw scooted up to the chest, grasping a pec and feeling it. The muscle was soft but substantial, hardening up as it was flexed beneath his fingers.

Cyrus' own workout shorts had grown significantly tented by the time he sent his partner's to the floor around his ankles. Without looking, he knew that beneath the striped dragon's eight-pack was a lustfully swollen genital slit. His free hand shifted to grasp his waistband and relieve the pressure in his groin as well, tugging the fabric free and over his golden, tapered erection.

The cut dragon panted through his nostrils as his jaws kept their lock on the kiss, pushing his hips forward eagerly.

With a grunt, the black and gold wrapped one hand around the back of Duke's head, holding him tightly in the lip-lock. His shaft pressed into the part in his partner's ventral scales with a return roll of his hips. Immediately he felt the heat of the other dragon around his golden shaft, pushing deeper and up against its counterpart inside.

Duke grasped onto the bigger dragon's hips and pulled with both hands, forcing a hilt slit to slit. With Cyrus' pointed tip grinding into the base of his own rod, the striped drake's arousal couldn't escape, not even to counter-penetrate. But this wasn't a problem for the time being.

Cyrus started to roll and thrust his hips, his belly contouring and compressing into his workout partner's washboard with every wet slap of hilting. He broke the kiss, groaning and changing his angle of attack. His shoulders leaned back a bit, making his firm gut more of a fulcrum than an obstacle. This had the added advantage of allowing his head to loll forward onto his own pectoral shelf as he panted heavily. The new leverage started the whole row of lockers subtly shaking, a metallic creak starting to join the sounds of rutting.

The striped dragon, conversely, let his head loll back until his horns were pressed to the sheet metal of the locker's construction. Duke grasped on as tightly as he could to what he could reach of the rapidly thrusting male, even as the new angle of attack meant his pin on his back was supporting more than his feet were. He went a bit higher on his tiptoes with every successful hilt, getting driven up the locked compartment at his back from the force.

With a lustful growl, the black-scaled drake pressed his snout firmly into the fully exposed throat, starting to lick along the orange scales he found there, licking soon after. With his gut and his hips, Cyrus felt himself supporting more and more of his partner's weight, a thought that brought a low rumble to his lust-addled panting.

Feeling his peak rushing towards him, Duke's breathing hitched and stuttered. He curled and splayed his toes, now fully dangling above the cement floor of the locker room. His workout shorts lay beneath, getting excess pre drizzled down onto them from where it escaped his genital slit from both cocks grinding together within.

A tremble ran along Cyrus' form as his muscles began to tense up all over. A growl escaped his gullet as he twisted his head and closed his teeth around the other dragon's exposed neck. His thrusts became more erratic as his teeth held Duke's throat in place, not providing enough pressure to get past the orange scales there but certainly enough to be felt.

It was the striped dragon who plunged over the edge first, starting to gush into his own slit. The still thrusting cock hardly stopped the overflow, much as it hadn't done anything for the pre. The lockers behind Duke were protesting louder, creaking constantly.

With all that extra lubrication, it didn't take long for the musclegut dragon to reach climax. He slammed his hips to Duke's own with a wet squelch and the sound of sheering metal. A moment later there was a loud crash as the lockers on the exact other side of the row came free and slammed down onto the bench in that aisle.

Duke was too focused on the heat rushing up his abdomen to notice the destruction their powerful bodies were bringing to the locker room.

Cyrus stayed in place, teeth pressed to throat scales, girthy shaft pulsing as it unloaded into the accepting depths of his partner's slit. He could feel the muscles flexing and squeezing at his base as he kept himself hilted in place.

The orange dragon panted through open jaws as the rush of heat from the larger male's climax spread over his entire abdomen, up to the base of his chest. It was accompanied by the familiar burning of a stretch, a sign to Duke of what was going on, but he didn't care.

Releasing the striped drake's throat, Cyrus trailed his tongue along Duke's neck and sighed as his peak tapered off, staying pressed to the hilt for the moment. He panted heavily and slowly began to pull back.

Looking to his partner, Duke returned his grasp to rubbing and stroking along the black and gold scales, feeling the musculature and the firm layer of plumpness obscuring a bodybuilder's share of definition from the world.

Chuckling, the larger dragon gazed down from where his gut pulled away from Duke's waist, revealing not his washboard abs but a bloated, smooth surface of orange scales. With a thumb, Cyrus felt the side of the swell. The mass compressed down to the muscle below with hardly any resistance, sending the rest of the belly pooching out a bit further. That gut was pure slosh the black and gold had unloaded into his partner.

As he finally pulled back far enough, the striped dragon's shaft was free to press out into the open air, coated in a mixture of the pair's seed. Its presence was also enough to keep that extra filling from coming out as more than a steady drip out his groin.

Grinning broadly, Cyrus released his hold on Duke, stepping back to the bench in the center of the aisle. Instead of sitting, he tilted his head towards the showers. "Round two?" He ignored the state of the lockers in front of him, attention totally on the bloated body before him showing off his own potency.

Duke panted heavily, still too far gone for words. He stood away from the severely listing lockers and rolled his shoulders, before planting a hand across his belly, feeling the water-bed effect that his filling had given it. A grin spread across his snout as well as he found his voice again. "I could go for more cardio."