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Cold Town was ironically quite warm, though it was summer after all. Of course, that was not the only thing wrong with the name, it was not a town, it was a city. Or half of one, Cold Town was one half of not just this town, but almost every city, town and even a good few villages across the world. It was easy to tell when you entered a Cold part of town. The temperature remained the same, but certain things changed.

The streets were clean, very clean. Swept twice a day, sometimes more. Those who dwelt in these towns needed their streets clean. No clutter and no trash, no broken glass and bins everywhere. Secondly, no AC units, even in the warmest parts of the world the denizens of Cold Town do not try to make it cold. The streets are black, and the buildings are dark brown. Dark colours to pick up and absorb the rays of the sun. On summer nights Cold Town would stay warm from sunrise to sunset, just from the heat absorbed during the day.

The buildings all with flat roofs; shared spaces often with gardens. At the centre of every garden was a circular paved area. In the wealthier areas often with huge rocks, lifted onto the roof by cranes. The cost to reinforce the building to take the weight was considerable. However, to the residents, it was worth it. These areas were communal spots for the tenants to spend time together.

All of this an observant person might notice. However, the first thing anyone noticed when they enter a Cold Town was the people. Cold people, or more accurately cold-blooded people. With scales and tails. No fur, or skin and eyes so different. Almost alien, some of them never closing always staring out at the world even in the deepest sleep. Many of the warmer people found it hard to look them in the eye and there were rumours, always only rumours, of what happened in Cold Town.

For Owain, Cold Town had become part of his every day. A student of history during the day working on his masters. By night he worked the doors of a club. Not just any club, a bar right on the edge of Cold Town, a place where two cultures mixed, drank and often got a little closer. The Sunlit Rock was a notorious bar and its patrons were looking for one thing, no matter where they came from. Owain had lost count of the number of times he had caught guys fucking in the toilets, the alley and even on a couple of occasions right on the dance floor.

The brown hare had received more than a couple of offers to join in some fun. Owain had always politely refused. It was not that he did not enjoy that kind of fun. After eight years serving in the Royal Marines, he was far too disciplined to neglect his duty for a quick shag. Or that's what he told others.

It was a spring morning that something happened to change that. It had been a night just like every other. Easter just around the corner, which always made him agitated. Not just because his blood was up and he walked down the street just looking for a fight. Most guys laugh at the uppity little bunny. A good few patrons of The Sunlit Rock had learned the hard way, he was a hare, not a rabbit. His five and a half foot body was a tensed spring and his plump and inviting hips gave his legs a kick that could shatter the jaw of almost every animal.

Kickboxing was a passion that Owain had taken to in school. When the bigger guys started pushing him. He had learnt that pushing back rarely achieved anything, hares were not built to push, but to punch and kick. Oh yeah, that had worked for him. Probably a little too well. Turned out the line between bully and victim was easy to cross. His father had seen what he was becoming and encouraged him to put that energy to good use in the armed forces.

So he had been a little rougher when dealing with the clientele. Though, he never crossed the line he was certain of that. It was just as the place was closing, at an early four am. Owain was doing a last quick check of the toilets and alleys. Toilets were first and most important, anything that happened in them the owners would be liable for. Stuff that happened in the alleys had a tendency to reflect badly on the place if they made the news at worst. At best they meant more police hanging around and that was never good for business.

His long ears picked up the sounds of something long before he entered the alley. The dark brown of the buildings making it much darker, the only light from a lamp on the street just enough to see by. "Come on man, hit me with them... eyes," the words were heavily slurred and Owain had no doubt that the speaker was drunk. A couple of large bins blocked his line of sight.

"I... I don't... know what you mean," the voice was soft and gentle. Owain's sharp ears could pick up a slight tremble in those words. Probably nerves, maybe fear. It was hard to be certain.

"Oh you know... you long daddy, you gonna wrap me up in your coils, like? Yeah, make me squeal for it!" Sadly a familiar conversation, though in Owain's experience it was usually someone saying what they were going to do, not what they wanted them to do. Well, not in those tones anyway.

"I... guess, I just... maybe I should just go home," the voice replied and Owain paused just for a second. Leaning around he could see one of the talkers. A horse, almost a foot and a half taller than himself. Though he was slouching over so far, no doubt the equine had been drinking all night. Not an entirely unfamiliar scene. The last call patrons, scrambling to find anyone to go home with after they spent the night striking out. As he watched, the horse grabbed the naga's wrist and stopped the snake from leaving.

"No...no, not until... you do the thing with your eyes and make me..." Owain groaned inwardly and decided he did not have the time or patience to listen to any more. He knew enough of who was around the corner to known and assess the risks.

So he bashed the side of the bin with one paw, sending a loud sound reverberating down the alley. The horse stumbled a little in shock, while the naga he had been talking to jumped sharply. "Ok, gentlemen. It's long past closing time. Time to go home and sleep it off."

The equine snorted loudly, drawing itself up to his full height, "fuck off, bunny."

"I'm not a rabbit," Owain replied testily. "I am the bouncer..."

"Ahahahaha! A bunny bouncer?! Is that cause you like to bounce, little bunny?" The horse asked snorting with laughter, before turning to the naga. "Come on long daddy, I want to feel your coils around me."

"I... no, sorry I'm just not..." the naga's words cut off with a slight hiss as the horse stamped a hoof the noise of hoof on pavement echoing down the alley.

"Hey... you came here for this..." snorted the equine, making the single biggest mistake he could and ignoring Owain. "It's gonna happen."

"Don't look like he's interested boyo. Why don't you go home, sleep it off and try again when you sobered up? I'm asking you nicely to walk away. I won't ask nicely a third time," Owain put as much warning into his tone as he could. While he moved closer his hands up in a non-threatening gesture. The horse was a clear threat, but it would be best for everyone if things did not end in violence.

The equine turned to glare at him, "I didn't come here to fuck a bunny..."

"So don't Fuck with me," Owain snarled putting enough emphasis on the word fuck for his meaning to get across. He knew it would not be enough. Big guys rarely backed down from him, big drunk belligerent guys always thought they had the upper hand.

"Ok, long daddy. I'm just gonna put this little bitch in his place and then we can get back to it," the equine said, reaching out to stroke the naga's cheek, then turning to face Owain. "Come on t..." that was all he managed to say before Owain became a blur. The hare dashed forward and lashed out, a left and a right into the equine's kidneys. Then the hare danced backwards as the equine stumbled backwards.

The hare hoped that would be enough to sober the equine up and let him know he was outmatched. However, the brute rallied and swung out a couple of sloppy haymakers. Owain dodged them easily, a sober trained fighter against a drunk untrained idiot. It would be funny if it was not so annoying.

Ducking around a third swing, Owain danced forward again, covering the equine's stomach and chest in a rain of aimed blows. His arms lacked the muscle of many species, but he knew how to use it to his best advantage. As the equine stumbled forward a little, he showed him just how much he liked to bounce. Springing upwards, with a powerful kick catching the equine clear on the jaw as his head was coming down. Most hares and rabbits tended to go barefoot, Owain wore shoes, specifically designed for hare kickboxing. So the power of the blow only left his foot tingling and did not shatter any bones.

The force of the kick was enough to almost lift the huge beast of his hooves. The horse fell backwards, his lights temporarily out as he landed with a loud thump on the black pavement. Owain waited for a moment to see if there were any signs of the equine getting back to his feet. He gave the naga a nod and pulled his walkie talkie out, "Hey May, I've gotten a drunk pony passed out in the alley back here. You want to call an ambulance?" As he spoke Owain bent down and checked the equines pulse and breathing. All seemed normal.

"Fucking great, drunk or did you knock out another one?" A female voice shot back quickly.

"I tried to ask nicely, he was not alone or familiar with the definition of no. So I felt the desire to enlighten him," the hare snapped back. Looking at the naga he said. "We'll have to call the police. If you want to press charges, I will tell them what I heard and saw. I mean I'll have to tell them anyway. However, it's up to you if you want to press charges, and technically it'll be up to him if he wants to try and press charges against me for assault."

"He started it," the naga said softly.

"And I would be deeply grateful if you could say that on the record when the fuzz turns up," Owain replied as he leant against the cool brick walls. "It's not my first time, kind of an occupational hazard as a bouncer. Though technically I did throw the first punch, so that complicates things a little. You ok?"

"J... just a little shaken," the young reptile replied. In the dim light, it was hard to make out his face or even tell his species. No hood so that ruled out a range of species. Owain guessed some kind of viper. "You... you think it's worth pushing charges?"

Owain paused, hating himself for his answer, "the police probably will let you know the score better than I can. However, he didn't touch you much that I saw or could testify to. I could try and push charges for attempted assault, but given he's the one who ended up on his arse I doubt they'd want to prosecute it. Unless he has priors. Could be worth it just to make sure he never gets this drunk and stupid again. Did he threaten you to get you out here?"

"He... he was nicer inside," sighed the naga shaking his head. "Though the long daddy stuff kinda...put me off a bit."

"I'm Owain, what's your name, lad?" The hare asked as his ears told him they were not long away from getting some company.

"Edmund and I'm not a lad." The naga retorted which made Owain smile a little. Clearly, the naga was not too shook up.

For a moment the hare paused and glanced over the naga. Female reptiles did not have breasts, so it was normally their clothing and decoration that gave away their gender. Though that was by no means an absolute and often it was best to make a polite enquiry as to how they gender identified. However, Owain's memory threw up a little flag, "your I.D. says you are, I remember checking your age when you arrived." He was only reasonably certain, in the dim light the naga might have been dark green, but he thought it looked more black and he only checked in one young black naga.

"No, I mean I'm twenty-two, not a boy," retorted the young male. It was a little refreshing to hear, mostly because it meant the encounter had not disturbed the young man too much.

"Ah, well I'm in my thirties and anyone less than like twenty-eight is a lad," Owain snorted in response.

"So on their twenty-eighth hatchday lads become men, huh?" Edmund asked with an amused tone in his voice.

"Well, that all depends on just how fun their party is," chuckled the hare and then he turned to the sound of footsteps. The police and paramedics had arrived at once. Which meant the next twenty minutes were rather irritating. The police split the two apart and took down statements. While the horse was treated for a possible concussion and taken away.

Owain was not surprised to hear the police say that there really was not anything they could do about the equine being pushy. The hare was still a little disappointed, though he did accept when the officer said they could not arrest anyone for something they might have done.

A check of his credentials and confirmation that he was the club's bouncer was all that was needed about the fight. They would get a breath test from the equine, which would no doubt confirm he was incredibly drunk. So he might get a fine for drunk and disorderly. Though most likely it would all just be dropped. No charges filed against Owain, none against the horse.

Although, that was not quite all. Owain had taken a little snapshot of the equine and would add him to the list of banned patrons. He would have to find himself a long daddy elsewhere. Hopefully, one that actually wanted to be one.

As the police left he checked his watch. Five am, the sun would be up in another hour or so his day at university would begin in just four hours. He normally stole a few hours sleep before uni, and then a few more before his shift at The Sunlit Rock started. He noticed the young naga still there. In the better streetlight, he could see his scales were a dark grey and the pattern running down his back gave his species as an adder. Not too surprising they were native to the UK after all.

"Hey, Edmund, you can go home now," the hare said and then he noticed the look in the viper's eyes. Reaching out he gently touched Edmund on the arm. "Damn, you are cold, when did you last sit under any heat?"

The naga turned and he could see just how sluggish the naga's movements were. Like all cold-blooded creatures nagas needed to get their warmth from the environment. The Sunlit Rock had several sections with sunlamps where their reptile customers could warm up. "I... before I came out." His words were slow and slurred and that sent up a warning sign in the hare's mind. The fuzz had both been mammals and possibly had not known the signs to look for. The paramedics only had eyes for the horse.

"Damn, lad. We have sunlamps in there for a reason." Grumbled the hare. "Ok look, clearly I can't let you go home alone like this, you'll probably end up asleep in the streets until the sun gets warm." May had closed and locked the club so that left him one option. "There's an all-night coffee shop I know, not far from here. It's near enough to cold town to have a sunlamp booth or two. Come on, I'll buy you a coffee and we can have a chat while you warm up." The hare knew that meant he would not be getting any sleep before his lectures that day.

"Thanks," Edmund replied and Owain noticed the enhanced lisp on the s, another clear sign of a naga not far away from cold exhaustion. Taking off his jacket he threw it around the naga's shoulders. The inside would have some of his body heat. Hopefully, it would be enough. Then he set off, making sure the naga was beside him.

It was just a five-minute walk, the hare took care to kick a few empty cans and the like out of Edmund's way. There was nothing much he could do about stuff like gum on the floor. Naga's underbelly scales are rough, but they were not invulnerable. Fortunately, they did not come across any broken glass that might have caused a threat.

The coffee shop was empty, save for a female squirrel behind the counter. Owain helped Edmund into the only booth with a sunlamp and turned it on. Then he wandered to the counter and got a couple of lattes. By the time he returned to the naga he could already see the snake was beginning to look better.

"Hey, welcome back. How're you feeling?" he asked as he put the lattes down along with a selection of sugars and sweeteners. "Wasn't sure how you drink your coffee. So I grabbed a few of everything."

"Th... thanks, I feel...cold and stupid," mumbled Edmund reaching out to grab one of the cups and pull it to him. He did not take a drink, just cupped his scaled hands around it. "Kinda embarrassed too."

"Ah, don't be, it happens to most reptiles from time to time," the hare said generously, as he slipped into the seat opposite. Feeling the heat from the sunlamp glaring down on him. The booth was most definitely not made for mammalian comfort. "You were out having fun and some drinks, plus you probably did not expect to be outside in the cold so long."

Edmund said nothing in reply for a whole minute he just stared into his undrunk coffee. Eventually, he replied, "it wasn't fun. At least not for me. I thought... I dunno what I thought. I'd read some stuff and seen...like some videos and I thought why not? You know."

"Videos?" Owain asked and the look he got from Edmund told him that the videos had involved mammals and reptiles having a lot of fun, without clothing. "Oh, videos! Well, look lad, everything you see and read that is designed to... titillate, it ain't real and most ain't realistic. At best they are showing you the very best that could happen. I mean if you are just looking for a warm hole to stick it in, you will be able to find that at The Sunlit Rock. However, there are three types of people who go to the Rock. Number one is young idiots trying to look big by mixing it up with the other side. Two is people just looking to get laid."

The hare took a sip from his drink and let Edmund think about his words. Eventually, the reptile broke and said, "what's the third category?"

"Oh that's Mr Caruthers, he's lived here for like sixty years and remembers the Rock before Cold Town expanded. He just comes in for the company, but he's not exactly all there. Keeps calling me Colin," Owain was glad to see a little smile on the adder's face. "Ain't nothing wrong with it you know, finding the other side attractive. Just to me, there's got to be something more there. Some guys don't care about something more and I say godspeed to em. Whatever makes them happy and that doesn't hurt others is none of my fucking business. Question is, will that make you happy?"

"Yeah, I guess. I was just looking to make a connection... seems really stupid now," Edmund sighed and finally took a sip from the cup. "

"Naw, not stupid. Maybe a bit naive, but also gutsy, putting yourself out there and all takes guts," Owain meant it, if he was honest he knew it was a step he had not taken in a while. Hitting the clubs and looking to find someone to connect with, if even only for a night. "You mind me asking, what were you were hoping would happen?"

Edmund hunched up over his coffee defensively and shrugged, "maybe meet a nice guy, I mean I always kind of liked you warm-bloods, just something about fur or skin... seems different, but good different. Guess I was hoping to maybe meet someone I liked and see what it was actually like." The naga drained his coffee, "only I was a little too shy to approach anyone, so I sat and watched all night."

"Well, that's a problem for a place like the Rock. People go there looking for stereotypes. So as a naga you are supposed to be all dominant and controlling, just waiting to get some warm-blooded guy into your coils and see how hot he can get you," Owain said with a slight chuckle. He had seen it night after night. It was expected, and a lot of the nagas that frequent the place play up to it. They really become a long Daddy, and they earn the capital D. "However, anyone who isn't so drunk they can barely stand, could see that isn't who you are."

Another moment of silence past and Owain could see a lot of sadness in those unblinking eyes. "Hey, there's nothing wrong with being a sweet guy. Most of those long Daddy types are soft and sweet as jelly when you bump into them outside of the Rock. Plus, look at me, everyone calls me a bunny and expects me to want to be dominated and to always be horny."

"So hares don't get horny?" The question took Owain by surprise and he ended up chuckling and brushed his ears in slight nervousness.

"No, we do, especially in spring, the mad march hare thing isn't entirely an old wives tale," he admitted and noticed the slight smile on the adders face. "I ... have been going through a bit of a... dry spell. Self-inflected, though, my bed is empty by choice."

"Mind me asking why?" Owain did mind, mostly because he did not have a really good answer.

"I... suppose I was going through quite a lot. I quit the marines, decided to follow my passion for history. I only work the doors to pay the bills. Adding the idea of dating into that seemed like one too many complications," the hare wondered why he was answering the naga so honestly. A fool would suggest that he was being mesmerised. Owain knew that was the stuff of stories and role play. All because naga's do not blink, so people think snakes are always staring. The truth was they have transparent eyelids, they are always blinking.

"Seemed like," Edmund echoed softly and the rabbit noticed the tense that he had used. "How come you quit the Marines?"

"Eh, I think I'd done enough. It was no longer fun anymore. When I signed up my dad told me 'if it stops being fun, son, give it up.' He passed away last year and I found myself wondering what I was doing with my life." Owain shrugged. "Soldiering had stopped being fun, so I gave it up."

"And became a bouncer?" The adder asked.

"It pays. I am hoping I might become an archaeologist. Call it a reverting to stereotype, if you will, but I wanted to dig for a living and mining is too destructive and I have a black thumb when it comes to gardening." It was a joke Owain had used a few times, mostly to distract from his own discomfort at following his passion. "It was a pipe dream I had when I was a kit, but I never had the grades. Fortunately, I was able to get some qualifications during my time in service and they accepted me onto an undergrad course."

"So soldier turned bouncer, turned Indiana Jones?" the naga asked with a slight chuckle.

"Honestly... I think I could pull off a Jone style hat, and I got the legs for running from rolling boulders." Owain quipped in retort. "Not so sure on the whip though, is that mandatory?"

"Not mandatory, but if you are looking for a costume for next Halloween, I'd say you'd look good," Edmund replied, his voice full of sincerity.

It was flattering, and Owain could not help but laugh, "actually I did dress up for door duty on Halloween last year. Oh boy, busy day though. Something about Halloween makes everyone horny. Like Christmas is a busier period but people are far cheerier. However, Halloween... brings out the crazy in people. I had to break up two orgies in the bathroom, and in the alley, there was this naga with like four guys, two to a dick!"

Edmund did not respond, the snake lowered his head a little to look at his claws. Owain cursed himself for mentioning it, "Hey, it isn't crazy for a mammal to be attracted to a naga. Crazy is five guys going at it in an alley when there's a motel five minutes walk away and you could have had a room for like a tenner each and gone at it in peace and privacy. I mean I get the attraction for guys like me to a predator type."

"Predator?" The young naga asked, with slight pain in his voice.

"Oh, hey, not like that. It's an instinctual thing, I'm not saying you're a bad guy or that any predator is just for their species." The hare stammered a little feeling he was not explaining himself very clearly. "Look, when I was in the marines, I met this guy. Big tiger, navy scum actually but not too stuck up about it. We kinda hit it off and stuff. Spent a night together and it was...so fucking intense, for both of us. There was something so very different about doing stuff with him. Like, my body was stuck in a fight or flight response. Adrenalin soaked, just fuelling everything we did. We fucked from dusk till dawn and then on to midday. Like I did stuff with him I..." Suddenly the hare was aware he was about to go into graphic detail with a guy he had just met.

Tugging on his ears, a natural reaction for hares when embarrassed he muttered, "I mean... we had a lot of fun. You nagas are predator species, mostly, and I can imagine people having that kind of intense reaction and wanting it more. Though... that instinctual reaction, if fades you know. You get used to the other guy and your body stops reacting to them. I suppose in that respect, it's like any other relationship. Intense fun at the start and then more deep and meaningful stuff comes later."

"So, what happened with you and the tiger?" Edmund asked softly.

"He sailed off, never to be seen again," Owain replied wistfully and then added. "Except on various bits of social media where he shares lots of pictures with his new husband. A bunny high school teacher. I'm happy for them."

An awkward silence hung across the table and the hare broke it with a chuckle, "still it was...fun. Definitely, opened my eyes and my arse. Jesus, I swear I couldn't sit still for a month afterwards." Edmund burst out in a laugh at that and Owain smiled. "It's good for you though, that kind of fling. Sometimes it just gets flung, sometimes you get flung. If you're lucky you both get flung together."

"I... will take your word on that. Though, I think it sounds fun. I mean it looks fun, there's some stuff that I can't do with another naga. Big long bodies make some stuff difficult." Edmund seemed to pause with his mouth open as if struggling to decide if he should say something or not. "Plus I want to feel that intensity and I know what I'm attracted to. Just, not as demanding as that guy from the club."

The hare felt his stomach tightening. He was not sure, but he thought there might have been a bit of a come-on in that response. Subtle and understated, but there nonetheless. "Trust me, boyo, there are plenty of guys that would enjoy getting to know you and exploring some of those things. Once you have one of those kinds of intense experiences a lot of people want more." He slightly stressed the word more and a slight smile came to his face as he made a decision. It was far too late to go home for some sleep. But he had a few hours he could use for some other fun activity. Plus thinking back on that night he spent with a tiger, it had awoken something inside him that had been neglected for far too long.

Looking at his phone he muttered, "it's getting early, would you like me to walk you home?" Once again he slightly stressed the last word. He noticed a slight change in Edmund's expression as the young naga realised what he was actually offering.

"I... yes, if you don't mind. I could... thank you with another cup of coffee," Owain laughed internally as he watched the young naga realise they were in a coffee shop and add, "at my place I mean."

Owain nodded his head with a smile. Though inside he thought that there were a few reasons why you ask someone in for coffee on the doorstep, not in the restaurant. There was less chance of misunderstanding or blowing your chances by having to be too overt in your desires. Plus, if they said no your exit could be made quickly with your dignity more or less intact. However, regardless of the timing, both of them knew that what was on offer was a lot more than a caffeinated beverage.

"I could use something stimulating to keep me awake after a long night." There was no subtlety in Owain's response and he spotted Edmund's tail tip quivering. A sign of an excited naga, if ever there was one. While he played with his ears just a little, and as they left he dropped a fiver into the tip jar. A huge tip for a couple of cups of coffee, but Owain generally believed in sharing his fortunes and he knew he had just gotten lucky.

Walking through the streets the hare could not help but notice the city waking up. People getting out and about, businesses just opening or preparing to open. The light rising a sign the sun was coming up. Crossing into Cold Town he once again noticed the change. The streets were still largely clear. The reptile early risers would be up on their roofs soaking up the sun. The few out and about would have used sunlamps to give themselves an energy boost. Generally seen as an inferior form of morning basking, but sometimes it was needed or the weather was just not with you.

"My place isn't too far," Edmund whispered, as if worried they might be overheard and people might instantly know what they were about to do.

"Have you been here long?" Owain asked trying to keep the naga's mind from worrying too much.

"A couple of years, my dad got me an internship at a law firm, nothing special just a clerk really," Edmund muttered and Owain picked up on the slight embarrassment. Family favours often came with strings and he suspected the reptile might come from money.

"You going to do a law degree?" Owain asked as they approached an apartment building. Quite a fancy one, much more expensive than the little studio flat he was renting. Definitely too expensive for an intern to afford.

"I did a degree already, BA in art studies," the naga replied. The hare could not help but notice the slight twitch and the lowering of his voice as he named the degree. Owain was sure he was used to people teasing, or potentially worse for that.

"Oh wow, so what's your medium?" He asked with a smile as they walked up the ramp to the building entrance.

"Oils and canvass, I know it's stupid. All the money is in digital these days and nobody is paying for landscapes these days... I just think the world can be beautiful and I like to paint it," the last part Owain had to strain to hear, even with his large ears, Edmund's voice was so low.

"That's wonderful, nothing wrong with painting beautiful things," chuckled the hare, trying to reassure the naga. "I'm getting the feeling someone does not approve." Inside the block was as fancy as outside. He followed Edmund into a spiral ramp. Stairs were not good for nagas and elevators were only used for furniture. Otherwise, one naga would fill a large elevator, with their very long bodies. While wide ramps allowed for two way traffic.

""Hotel art, there's little market for it." My father's words," there was some pain in the snake's voice and Owain slightly regretted taking him down this conversational route.

Giving the naga a grin and a wink he replied, "sounds like an arse, there's always a market for beauty, lad... sorry not a lad, boyo."

Edmund at least chuckled at the last part and he seemed to relax a little, "thanks. He's not so bad, just wants his wayward son to do well." As he spoke the naga stopped by one of the doors on the corridor and pulled out his keys. "This is my place, you still wanting coffee."

"I wouldn't have come all this way, boyo if I wasn't up for some coffee," the hare replied with another reassuring wink. Steering the conversation away from his father seemed best. Talking about their relationship with their fathers was not considered by most guys to be good foreplay.

It was his first time inside a naga apartment. It had some similarities to his own. There was only one main room. Although, his studio apartment could have fit comfortably inside the cavernous room four times over with room for a balcony. It was almost cathedral-esq, an effect intensified by the array of paints covering almost every wall, high ceilings and huge curtains over the windows.

There was a kitchen with benches and a stove. All placed against the wall. Almost every stick of furniture, what little there was, was placed against a wall and far from any doors. In the centre of the room, the floor dipped down with a small ramp into a circular bed of pillows. With a sunlamp above them all.

"Wow, glad we came to yours," the hare said with a slight whistle.

"We nagas need space... for the tail," the adder replied and Owain spotted a slight quiver in his tail. "I will just put the kettle on."

Owain's jaw dropped and he was not able to stop himself from bursting out, "wait, are you actually making coffee?"

The snake froze and Owain swore he could see the wheels turning in the adder's head and the penny drop with a sound of thunder between them both. "Oh?! Oh! Oh! I... I thought you... I... oh!"

Despite the shock of the moment, Owain could not stop himself thinking how cute the snake looked. Almost prey-like, frozen in the middle of the road as the headlights of Owain's horny train of thought ran over him. "I mean, if you were just up for coffee, I will have a mug. I just... we talked about some fun stuff and like I said it's been a while. Which got my blood pumping. Plus it's March, I'm a hare. Making bad and horny choices is literally right on form for my species right now."

"I... would like to s...skip the c...coffee," Edmund stammered his face plastered with a nervous smile. "I mean... we did talk and it wasn't just your blood that got pumping."

"Well, ok then. Shall we move this to your bed...pit thing?" Owain asked, tugging on his ears a little as he felt his underwear becoming a little tight. There's nothing more arousing than being on a sure thing. Plus, he could feel his heart starting to race. He was alone in the home of a predator. Even if his brain knew he was in no danger, his body was starting to react as if he was. Filling him with excited energy.

Edmund replied with actions showing just how fast a viper could move. Darting across the room. His long tail brushing against Owain's leg as he watched the naga form a large coil two rows high in the bed. His blood racing he did what his instincts told him not to, and followed the snake. Stepping down and feeling slightly awkward as he tried to figure out the logistics, "er, this is a first for me lad, and you've thought a lot more about it. You want to give me some suggestions as to how we work this?"

The naga's tail moved slightly, lowering one side down to just one ring of tail and he gestured for Owain to step inside. "Sorry, I don't have any furniture appropriate, so you can sit on my tail. Don't worry it won't hurt me and I will stay loose."

Taking a breath and ignoring his instincts, Owain stepped forward, the first coil of the naga almost as high as his thighs. Feeling awkward and strange he slowly sat down. Keeping his eyes on Edmund watching for any signs of discomfort. The scales were softer than he expected, yet he could feel the firm muscle beneath him. "L...like this."

"Yes," There was a definite lisp in Edmund's voice. A sign of excitement among their species. Owain jumped a little as the naga's coils moved a firm wall of muscle suddenly pushing up against his back as the second row of coils returned. Serving as a backrest for the nervous rabbit.

Owain tried to look relaxed and stretched out his arms, running them along the naga's scaled tail and resting then on the thick muscle, like he would along the back of a sofa. "This ok?"

"Are you comfortable?" Edmund asked in reply.

"Well... I mean it's a bit odd. Usually, when I sit on a lover it's more in the very middle of sex, you know the really fun bits. Though, in honesty, I can't say you are not a comfortable seat. Does it not feel strange to you?"

"Feels nice, you are warm," Edmund replied with a smile.

"Well, why don't you bring... that part of you over here and we'll see just how hot things can get," it was a blunt line. However, a certain very firm part of the hare was reminding him that he did not come to the naga's place to talk. The adder glanced down for a moment as if unable to meet his gaze. Or maybe he was thinking things through. Though whatever he was thinking, Owain was happy with the result as the naga's head and torso slid off his perch and down into the coils with him.

Scaled hands tentatively stroked his arms. His furry hands caressed those arms in response. While those reptilian eyes moved closer. He found himself lost in that gaze, their lips meeting. It was not a perfect fit, but there was passion and desire in their kiss. Edmund's forked tongue darted into and out of his mouth, it tickled pleasantly and Owain moaned thinking of how fast that tongue could dart over other parts of his body.

Breaking the kiss, Owain pulled his shirt off and threw it away. His paws fumbled at the clasps on his stab vest as he pulled it clear. The air felt cool and fresh on his exposed furry torso. His light brown body, a nice contrast to his creamy stomach. While Edmund's entire form was black scales, that glistened with rainbows as they moved in almost any light. Edmund had stripped his shirt off and was now completely naked.

Owain reached for his pants, only for two scaled hands to land on his, "please, may I?" Edmund asked, his lisp growing and his tail quivering madly. Owain knew this was something the naga hand looked forward to, possibly for a very long time.

Lounging back the hare placed his paws behind his head and gave a nod, "as you wish." He grinned to see the naga's happy response. A heartbeat later fingers were fumbling with his belt. He bit back the desire to laugh as he watched the naga exploring and struggling with the article of clothing he never needed. Gasping a little as the pressure released when the naga succeeded in unfastening it.

A moment later, Edmund had them unbuttoned and pulled down his flies. Owain lifted up a little as the naga pulled and worked his pants down and off. Leaving him sitting in his boxers. Not his sexiest underwear, but he had dressed for comfort, not titillation. Scaled hands stroked over his thighs and he felt the coils under and around him trembling with excitement. "So strange, what's walking like?" Edmund asked his voice filled with awe.

"I... it gets me for a to b, what's slithering like?" the hare replied, he had never really thought about it before. However, as the snake stroked and explored his lower limbs he groaned. His cock was pitching a full tent inside his cotton underwear. Edmund's touch was gentle and yet each touch made him tingle. His fight or flight instincts were screaming at him to run. "However, I can say, sometimes, it feels good to just run. To just let loose somewhere outside and feel the ground beneath my paws."

"I... wish I could feel it," the naga whispered. "Though I do know what you mean about letting loose and just going as fast as you can." As he responded the naga's hands stroked up Owain's inner thighs. Instinctively he spread them wide, making his eager and erect cock stand up, proud and eager. Edmund hissed softly and Owain cried out as scaled hands grasped his cock. "Oh... it's warm... it's so hot."

"Fuck, yeah very hot," Owain agreed, though he was not thinking of temperature. "Mmmm I'm not going to last long if you keep that up. Why don't you give it a taste?"

Edmund gave a hiss of surprise and nodded his head. Lowering it down between Owain's legs. Owain watched as that reptilian head pressed closer to his junk. Edmund's tongue darting in and out, he gulped knowing that was how naga's smell. The reptile was smelling him, before tasting and he moaned with desire to see it. One scaled hand reached out and pulled on the waistband of his boxers. He lifted and wriggled a little to help. His boxers being slid down his legs and his aching, drooling, needy maleness was exposed to his lover.

Owain knew he would not last long. His heart was pounding, his cock throbbing and aching with desire. His entire form filled with sexual energy and excitement. Edmund's tongue darted out over and over, smelling him and he whimpered with anticipation. Then, without warning, the snake struck. Edmund's head darting forward almost faster than his eye could follow. He felt scaled lips smacking hard into his crotch, as his entire length was engulfed in the reptile's long and subtle mouth.

Groaning in pleasure, Owain grasped his seat for support. Only to realise his seat was his lover. He was utterly surrounded by the predatory beast he had seduced, or maybe been seduced by. Yet he had only the briefest of moments to adjust before Edmund pulled back. The sensations around his cock were pleasant, the mouth cooler than most mammals and yet moist and silky smooth.

"Oh fuck, lad, I am not gonna last long. Just milk my fucking balls dry and then we can get down to the more fun stuff. I promise, it is March, you will have as many repeat performances as you can stand." The hare groaned, his balls aching with the need to empty. After so much anticipation they were desperate to empty into some willing partner.

Edmund clearly understood everything he said. The black head darted back and forth faster than any mammalian lover ever could. Owain's voice lifted in a long cry of bliss. His paws grasped and clawed at the reptile's firm muscular tail as he writhed and wriggled under the delicious assault. Each motion driving him closer to the edge of his orgasm. "Fuck...oh fuck!! That's...ohhh so close... gonna....blow."

His gasped words were all the warning he was able to give. As his heart raced and his head spun, the naga milked his cock with a speed and desire that took his breath away. His needy balls raised and a second or two later he squealed out in sheer bliss. Owain's cock throbbed, coating a forked tongue with generous streams of potent hare seed. His trembling legs almost gave out and he slumped back on his seat and lover.

"Fuck... that was nice," he mumbled, as Edmund's head slowed down, just milking his shaft. Owain smiled a little as his erection did not fade. March was a time for sucking and fucking, and plenty of both. "So... what do you want to try next? You want me to return the head or..."

"No... there's this other thing," Edmund muttered pulling quickly off the hare's still fully erect cock. "It's sort of like fucking."

"Sort of like fucking, but not fucking?" The rabbit asked as he lounged on the naga's thick coils. One good blow and he was mentally able to relax. Although his heart was still racing, the thrill and adrenalin surge was going nowhere. He yelped a little in shock as the coils began to move under him. Jumping to his feet as Edmund moved his frame around pulling a section of thick naga tail up and tilting it.

Before Owain could ask what was going on, Edmund reached down and stroked a finger along a section of scales. Suddenly he pushed inside and Owain saw a flash of pink. "Oh, is that...?"

"Genital slit," Edmund confirmed. "My cocks are inside."

"Still?" The hare laughed. "After all we have done, I'd have thought you'd have been hard as a rock. I certainly am."

Edmund laughed softly, his hissing voice replying quickly, "our genitals are far down our form on our underside. If my cocks popped out everything I was aroused they would end up getting dragged along the roads whenever a hot mammal like you smiled. They only come out when I want them to, but believe me, they are fully erect in there." Edmund leaned close and whispered seductively into Owain's ear. "Or maybe you can push something in there to find out just how erect I am."

"Oh?" Owain asked tilting his head in confusion. The as the penny dropped his eyes went wide. "Oh! You mean... so like fucking, but not fucking." The hare chuckled. It was not something he had ever thought about, however, the idea was intriguing. Especially with his blood racing and his cock just heard the term fucking and begged him to say yes. It did not care what moist hole he used, so long as it felt good. "I... guess, I mean I'm willing to try anything once."

"I'll remember you said that," the naga replied softly and Owain gulped hoping he had not bitten off more than he could chew. Unlike the naga, he could not dislocate his jaw to get around too large a morsel. The coil moved closer to him and he grasped the top of the thick muscle. Edmund's body moved around him, a strong wall of muscle behind his legs and ass. Not pushing him forward, but there for him to lean against for support.

Grasping his cock with one paw, he ran the other down Edmund's scaled form until he felt the slightest change in the scales and then he pushed. The slit opened up easily around his digits and his fingers slid inside the warm moist hole. Something firm pressed to them and he heard Edmund hiss softly and guessed he had found the snake's dicks. As promised they felt fully erect.

Owain had frotted with plenty of guys, but this was going to be something different. His breath came faster and faster as he guided his cock towards the entrance his fingers were spreading. Hands landed on his shoulders and he felt the naga nuzzling against his neck. Taking one last breath he closed his eyes and thrust. A soft moan of pleasure escaping his lips as his maleness slipped inside the moist slit.

He opened his eyes again and looked down, to where his hips were pressed up against the naga's coil. His cock was resting snugly inside his lover. Snug being the watchword. His cock resting inside a pouch designed for just two cocks. He had felt his cock gliding naturally between the two, the soft ridges making him tremble with pleasure. "Fuck!"

"That's the idea," Edmund moaned and hissed. He could feel the naga's torso trembling as it pressed to his back. Black scaled hands slipping down and around his waist to hold him. Only a naga could be both big and little spoon at the same time. Pulling back slowly he heard Edmund gasp and moan in his ear. His cock stroking the snake's sensitive malenesses, he knew he was bringing pleasure as well as receiving it.

Growing confident he thrust forward, faster this time and felt every single sensation of the other manhoods. He bit his lip and heard Edmund moan deeply against his shoulder. He tried another thrust, and then another. By the fourth thrust, he could not stop himself. His instincts to breed were in control. His furry hips smashing hard against the scaled body, then leaning back in the arms of his lover. Edmund moaned and gasped, he felt the naga's tongue lacking out over his neck and shoulder.

Reaching back with one hand he grasped Edmund's head and pulled him forward a little. Their mouths meeting as his hips continued to pound away. His cock sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. The kiss and taste of a predator only seemed to heighten his adrenalin surge. Their tongues danced and battled and time seemed to almost slow for the hare. Every single thrust seemed to last an age, he felt every tiny detail of the naga's cocks stroking over his glans. His balls slapped heavily off the thick muscle, stringing a little thanks to the power of their swing.

Their muffled cries of pleasure punctuated with the rhythmic thump of fur on scales. His heart raced faster and faster, every nerve tingled with pleasure as he drowned in the sensations. Thrusting faster and faster. Edmund squirmed and gasped into his mouth. The snake's pleasure evident and growing with each thrust. Those scaled lips were pulled from his as Edmund gave out a deep crying hiss of pleasure. The coils closed in slightly around Owain. While his cock suddenly was coated in copious volumes of naga spunk.

The extra lubrication only served to drive his passion further. Thrusting and pounding away with feral desperation. Owain held nothing back as he felt himself coming to the edge of his orgasm. He leapt wilfully over the edge and added a third cock's load of spunk to the messy pouch. Grunting and moaning as his hips slapped away, feeling his balls and legs getting soaked with the excess as it split out of the slit.

With one last firm thrust, he hilted inside the cum filled slit and gave a deep sigh of satisfaction. It was not exactly like fucking, and not exactly like frotting, but some delightfully fun combination of the two. "That... was fun." He moaned as he pulled back, making a point to look down. The pink slit showed until his cock pulled free. Afterwards, the only evidence of their activities was the glistening cum on the naga's scales. If he did not know it was there, he would not know the slit existed.

Resting back against Edmund he panted softly. Owain could feel the naga trembling a little. In a moment of clarity, he looked around him. The naga's long body was completely encircling him. His black scales glistening with rainbows in the rays of the morning sun. Just the sight made something in the primitive part of his brain scream run. While his still hard cock reacted to another ancient instinct screaming at him to rutt.

Turning his head he gave, he gave Edmund a wink, "so what's next on your horny little list?"

"Already?" Edmund asked a slight whimper of disbelief in his voice.

"Already," confirmed the hare with a confident wink. He knew the young male was in for a shock. A hare in spring can go all night long and all day afterwards too. "Come on, we can take a minute or two to discuss, while you recover."

Edmund nodded his agreement, "there's a thing I can't do with another naga and you can't do with anyone but a naga. A...are you just a top?"

Owain shrugged, "naw, I like it both ways, but so far I thought you wanted me to do the topping." His time with the tiger had involved taking turns until the stripy feline had begged for some rest. However, Edmund had seemed so timid and fragile, he had trouble imagining the young naga taking control. A thought hit him and he said, "actually before we go too far down that road, I realise I ain't seen your junk yet. I mean I felt it, but I need a glimpse to make sure my mouth ain't writing cheques that my arse can't cash."

"Of course," Edmund replied and the whimper was gone. If anything the hare picked up an excited note in his voice. Clearly whatever he had planned was able to get him over whatever exhaustion he was feeling. Before him, the pink slit appeared in the coils again. Followed by not one but two cocktips, glistening with their cum coating. Owain whistled softly as the two members slipped out.

Each one was more than a match for his own sizewise. However, he could see many ridges almost like they were armoured. That explained some of the sensations his cock had felt. And his tail quivered as he thought about one of those cocks sliding inside him. Each ridge stretching him wider, tickling and stroking his insides in a new way. "Ha! I see you are naturally ribbed for my pleasure." He laughed as he reached down with both hands.

The naga's laugh was cut short by a moan of pleasure as Owain grabbed both cocks. Feeling their size and the impressive strength of the erection. He let his paws glide up and down. "Oh yeah, I have to try riding one of these beauties." He purred, his voice full of lust and hunger. "You got some lube, right? I mean cum is fine but it can dry out quickly, and I think I'll need a little bit extra to get one of these in."

"I got lube," the naga replied and the naga's body shook. Owain's eyes caught a flash of movement and then he saw Edmund's tail tip approaching. The very tip coiled around the neck of a pump bottle of good quality lubricant, Snake Oil. Owain recognised the brand name, though he'd never tried Snake Oil before.

"Nice, erm what position you want to use?" Owain asked as he pumped out a few dollops of the lube and began to stroke it liberally over both cocks. He was not sure which one Edmund would use and was not going to take the risk of lubing the wrong cock. Besides, there was a wonderful extra thrill of having a nice thick and erect cock in each paw.

"Use some of that on your cock too," Edmund replied and Owain noted the lack of an answer.

"I thought... I thought I was going to be the one riding," he observed, both excitement and disappointment in his voice. After all, he was more than happy to fuck the naga again.

Edmund's head moved and nuzzled into his neck softly, stroking up to his ear where he hissed softly, "you are, and I am going to ride too."

Owain's brow crinkled in confusion. After all, they could not both top at once. Maybe one after the other. Then his eyes opened wide. He realised he was thinking of what could be done with a lover with legs. "Oh!... like both...at once?" He asked his excitement rising. The idea quickly took root in his mind and his cock throbbed at the thought.

"That's the idea, just... I need to coil around you to do it. Are you ok with that?" Edmund whispered.

Once more his primitive instincts were in conflict. Part screaming no and the other screaming yes. To willingly stand there and let a predator coil itself around him. Such thick powerful muscle that he would be helpless, defenceless once inside. Even a species like an adder, which was not a natural constrictor. His head spun as the pure adrenalin hit his system from the mere thought. "Oh... oh fuck yes! Let's do this."

"Hold still," Edmund whispered and the naga's long coils began to move. Circling Owain. In his mind, Owain knew that Edmund was trying to line up things carefully. He would need to get both ass and cocks in the right places around his body. However, the sight of the snake circling him sent thrills and chills throughout his body. His heart was pounding faster than it had ever done. His legs trembled with the urge to kick, run and hide. While sweat soaked his fur and he began to wonder if he had made the right choice.

Edmund darted forward, the naga's torso sliding gently past him. The long scaled body stroking against his legs. In a few quick twists, Owain felt the weight of coils on his feet, pressing his legs together. Then knees and as another coil slipped around he felt the pressure on his entire lower body. The coils coming up over his waist. Then hands reached around from behind him, stroking his chest and lightly playing with his nipples.

"We...might need to make a few adjustments," Edmund muttered and Owain felt something firm pushing into his thigh.

"Just a little off," agreed the hare, with a soft moan as he leant back. His body was entirely supported by the thick naga coils and he felt oddly comfortable. The scales were coolish and yet not cold. Edmund kissed up and down his neck, which helped calm him as a scaled hand slipped down his chest and pressed into the coils. He could feel the pressure on his stomach and then gasped as a strong hand grasped around his fully erect cock.

"Mmmm, glad to see you are still hard, you like this?" The naga hissed softly, in between kisses and nibbles on Owain's shoulders.

"About to have a threesome, with a twosome. I fucking love this. Didn't think I would, but I totally see why guys go looking for this. What's it like for you?" He asked, groaning softly as the hand on his cock slide back and forth, his cock sitting in a natural gap between coils.

"It's sooo good, you feel so soft and warm. I can feel your heat soaking into my coils, it's amazing. I just never want to let go," the naga hissed. As he spoke the naga's hand had stroked faster and faster on the hare's aching cock.

"Fuck, careful lad, you keep that up and I'll blow before we get to the fun stuff," Owain moaned deeply.

"Yessss, the fun ssstuff," Edmund's entire body quivered and Owain noted just how strong his natural lisp had become. It was cute how the greater his arousal the stronger the naga's lisp got. Owain gasped as the coils began to move around him. Smooth scales pressing to his body moving around him, the naga's hand cupped over his cock. It was not until later that Owain realised Edmund had been protecting his cock from stroking against any rough scales.

A sharp his hit his ear, and a warm feeling kissed his cocktip. The naga's hand slid back and he felt the coils around him constrict, the tightness forcing his cock hilt deep inside his lover. Owain groaned loudly and then he felt something poking him. This time, not his thigh. A thick tip stroked up and between his buttocks, slipped over his pucker and ticking his taint. The ridges teasing his buttocks in a wonderful way.

"Misssed," Edmund chuckled and the coils around Owain relaxed. He felt the naga's hand move around to his back and he knew Edmund was using his hand to guide his cock to its target. Sure enough a moment later the coils began to close again, this time much slower. Owain groaned as he felt a moist tip slipping under his tail and slowly questing to his puckered entrance. Scaled fingers cupping around it, guiding the pointed tip to ensure it found the target.

All around him the coils began to tighten once move. Still moving slowly, the pressure on his pucker building as he tried to force himself to relax. However, the pressure soon overcame his defences and he felt himself opening up around the invading member. A deep moan of satisfaction escaped his lips as he felt the first ridge slip through his entrance. Then a second and third, each one stung a little less.

The feeling around his cock of a tight silk glove squeezing slightly tighter as the coils contracted. It offset the pain of the entry perfectly. Helped along by a system drowning in adrenalin as he felt the predator squeezing around him. Edmunds thick muscled coil pressed firmly to his ass, forcing the cock in as deep as it could and then, the contraction stopped. Owain gasped, a little shocked at how much he had wanted the feeling to continue.

"Damn," was all he could think to say. His lower half was locked in place, he could not thrust or pull back. He was utterly at the mercy of the naga.

Edmund's hands stroked over his chest, holding still. Scaled lips kissed up Owain's neck. "Sooo warm," he hissed softly. Owain turned his head and caught the next kiss on his lips. Reaching up a hand to stroke his lover's cheek. His fingertips running over the soft bumps of each scale. While his tongue dances inside the mouth of a predator. His breath grew rapid as his body's two sides finally reached an accord on what he desired most.

Breaking the kiss, Owain gasped, "don't stop there." Before he pulled the naga's face back to his kissing deeply, passionately. Letting his needs and desires rule. For a moment the naga froze, no doubt surprised by the sudden desperate passion. However, soon he felt the coil around his ass relaxing, the cock pulling out from inside. Each ridge popping free for his ass with a delightful tickling feeling. While his cock slide gracefully from its warm nest.

As his cock was only half inside the snake, suddenly Edmund squeezed. Owain cried out in bliss as that thick cock was stuffed back inside him. The silken depths of his lover sucking his cock back in growing tight and squeezing his needy length. His lower half still held in a vice-like grip, unable to move or do anything but submit to the pleasures that were being thrust upon him. Owain broke from the kiss to squeal, "more!" Before returning to that passionate tongue wrestling.

His eyes closed as he basked in the sensations, Edumnd's coils tightening and relaxing over and over. With each movement, the dual pleasures of his ass being assaulted and his cock being caressed and sucked deep into his lover. His hips screamed at him to thrust and yet the other coils always held still, only the single-coil around his ass and crotch moved. Rendering his desires and legs utterly mute. He was completely at the whims and desires of his lover.

Crying out in pleasure, he broke the kiss again. Sliding his muzzle down Edmund's neck. The soft scales tickling through his fur. The slight coolness was a welcome relief for his body which was enflamed with their passion. The coils moving faster, the pleasure around his cock growing, the pleasurable tickle of a cock mashing his prostate building. Owain gasped, closing his eyes and just holding himself to the Naga's torso. "F...faster!" The words came from his body, they never crossed his mind.

Edmund hissed deeply in response. The constriction growing faster and faster. The pressure crushing down around him. Making his heart pound, the blood rushing so loud in his ears it was almost deafening. The mixture of endorphins with adrenalin, heady and powerful. He could already feel his need to orgasm growing. His body struggling uselessly against the thick naga muscle, to thrust back and forward. Yet for all his strength, for all his training and years of experience, he could not budge them a single inch. However, with each passing moment, the cock inside him and the ass around him moved faster. His balls tingled with the familiar signs of the fast-approaching point of no return.

"Fuck...oh fuck," Owain whimpered into Edmund's neck before he bit down on it firmly. The naga's voice lifting in a sharp hiss. Then he felt the viper strike. A firm bite to his left shoulder, those powerful jaws clenching down. The potent mixture of pleasure and pain, passion and fear, fight or flight. His fur was drenched in sweat as the naga continued to take him, to fuck that shapely cock deep into his depths. His own cock began to throb and he whimpered a little as his orgasm finally took hold. With his squeals muffled by the body of his lover, he held firm as his cock was milked for every last drop. A slight cool feeling and a deep shudder a moment later from Edmund letting him know that he was not the only one at his peak.

Eventually, Edmund's body stilled and the two stood there. With a mouthful of each other. Owain could feel the warmth of some blood trickling down from the bite. His breathing began to slow and he felt himself sliding smoothly into a warm soft afterglow. From across the room, he heard his phone beeping in his jacket pocket. An alarm warning him he needed to get ready for class. The small sound not enough to break the moment, but more a trumpet signal warning that it would end soon.

He felt the pressure on his shoulder release and then a gasp, "Oh shit...sorry... I didn't mean to..."

"It's ok," Owain whispered reassuringly. He could already feel the painful sting and he knew his shoulder would be tender for a few days. "These things happen, it's perfectly natural. I'm just glad you didn't use any venom."

"I get drained regularly," the naga replied, Owain could still hear the shame in his voice. "You want me to get a first aid kit?"

The hare took a second to glance at his shoulder and the puncture marks. "Naw, they'll heal up in a day or two. Already stopped bleeding. The tiger was way worse."

"He bit you too?" the naga asked in a whisper.

"Well yes, but the biting is fine. It was the claws. My back looked like a Jackson Pollock after I'd fucked him to his third or fifth orgasm." Chuckled the rabbit. "It healed up fine though. Same as this will. All so totally worth it."

Edmund opened his mouth and was clearly about to reply when Owain's phone went off again.

"Ah, bollocks! Sorry lad. Looks like I don't have any time to stick around to snuggle," Owain muttered and he felt the coils around him relaxing. His cock pulling free as Edmund's slid out of him.

"T...that's ok," the naga muttered in a tone that let Owain know, it was not ok.

He reached out a paw and gently stroked Edmund's cheek, "hey, look lad, I got obligations and commitments, I mean mostly to myself. However, still important. That's part of why my bed has been empty so long. However, I don't have a shift on the doors tonight. So maybe we could meet up for a little dinner, then have more 'coffee' back at yours. I'd invite you to mine, but no heat lamp and I don't think I have a single room you could fit into."

The young naga smiled at that. Owain gave him a soft peck on the snout. "I thought you weren't looking for anything." From the tone, the hare could tell that was a question, not an observation.

He shrugged, "I wasn't. You'll learn, lad, that sometimes that doesn't stop you from finding something. Plus I ain't the one-night stand type. Especially not in March. No promises though, it's just a first date and second-night screwing. We'll see where it goes from there." He flashed a wink as he pulled his pants on, "however, I'm sure we can at least knock a few more items from your naughty wish list. I got a list of my own, you know, boyo?"

With his tail tip quivering, Edmund replied, "you do?"

Owain winked again, pulling on his jacket, "sure, though I'm probably gonna need a bit more stretching out back there before I can take em both comfortably. It's good to have life goals you know?"

"Yeah, it is," Edmund replied and Owain laughed as he saw the ripple of shock running along the naga's entire length. "W... wait...b... both? You mean..."

"See you tonight, rest up. Plenty of sun lamp too. Believe me, you are going to need every ounce of energy you can get," chuckled the hare as he moved to the door and opened it. "It's March after all. You got a hare on your tail, I hope you can keep up." Owain did not give a chance for the naga to reply, he stepped out with a cocky swagger. Though by the time he hit the stairs he lost it. March or not he knew he would be skipping classes that day to rest up. After making such boasts he knew he would have to live up to them. He grinned a little thinking of how much fun that would be. Maybe it was just a spring fling, maybe he would be flung even further. Owain was not too worried, he was a hare, he knew how to play things by ear.

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