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"No pain, no gain, Bright," Daxis laughed. He stretched his wings and back as they walked through the Peace Keepers cave system, then slapped some dust off his leather armor and pteruges. "A dip in the hot springs, and you'll be good as new!"

"Uh-huh." Bright Sight hunched over as he walked. The Peace Keepers training session, complete with a full-body workout and two sparring matches, left him sore in places he didn't know he had, and his red robe was soaked in sweat. "How are you not hurt after all that?"

Daxis spun around, practically bouncing in his foot claws, "Oh, I am. Everything feels like it's on fire. Just part of the job, though! Ha!"

Bright's wings drooped. "I guess I'm not cut out for it."

Dax softened and walked up to him. He raised Bright's chin with a gentle claw. "Don't beat yourself up. The whole reason Lateef sent you here was to learn, remember?"

Bright smiled. "I thought it was just an excuse to hang out more?"

Dax smiled back and spread his wings. "A noble side benefit! But mostly to learn. And hey, remember when you tried to teach me about those star charts?"

Bright laughed. "You had such a terrible headache that you took a three-hour nap."

"Exactly." He poked Bright's chest. "Don't measure yourself against others. Focus on what you learned and experienced today."

"I'll try," Bright said with a nod. He wasn't sure when he'd stood up straighter, but something about being with Dax always gave him a boost.

The Peace Keepers training complex, known as the "Proving Grounds" to outsiders and "Titan's Hole" in less polite company, was a marvel of tunneling and the use of natural stone formations. The desert crags were already maze-like enough, and with some careful placement of additional rocks, the Keepers had built themselves an amazing athletic compound. There were plenty of open-air training grounds full of grunting, glistening dragons working out in the sunlight as well as deep caverns for practice in cooler, darker areas. Highly decorated rooms with marvelous stone tables were set aside for negotiations practice. There was even an underground maze that was kept in nearly complete darkness for special missions training. It all wove together to create an elaborate and highly-defensible network that met all their training needs.

Bright and Dax stepped out of a cave and into the light. They were greeted with two basalt pillars with a luxuriously-painted sign above them: "Firebelly Springs." It was carved in stone and painted with gold paint. Bright wondered how expensive it was to keep it so pristine against the dusty winds of the desert.

An old dragon sat at a small stone desk by the grand entrance. His brown-red scales showed signs of weathering, but he wore a cheery smile on his face as he looked up at Dax and adjusted his thick glasses. "Afternoon, Dax! Who's your friend there?"

"Afternoon, Runo. This is Bright." Dax looked back at Bright and jerked his head towards Runo.

Bright snapped to attention. "Oh! Yeah. Nice to meet you. Dax is showing me around and giving me a few combat tips. I'm from Dream Weavers."

"Ah, a Weaver! Well, glad to have some fresh blood around here. Oh! Give my regards to Copano when you see him." He waved a mug around loosely. "That tea he gave me has been a great help with my nighttime aches."

"Sure!" Bright's tail flicked excitedly.

"Now, I suppose you two didn't come here to chat up an old dragon. Two for the springs? Not too busy today, so you've got your pick." He leaned in with a sly look and grinned. "Room 8 still has a few bath bombs that Asher left behind if you're feelin' a little frou-frou."

Dax chuckled. "Nah, we gotta give Bright the full experience first. We'll grab room 6." He dug into a pouch on his pteruges and pulled out a few blue gems. "Keep the change."

"You're too kind. Have fun, you two!"

Dax nodded to Bright and led him through the arches. They stepped around the large privacy wall - a boulder, of course - into the springs. This part of the complex was mostly open-air, with a long hallway made out of the crags. On either side were doorways with privacy curtains. Only a few of the "rooms" had ceilings, and it reminded Bright of the public baths back at Dream Weavers. The smell of hot mineral water hit Bright's nose.

Dax turned into the first room, labeled "Holding." Bright stepped up behind him. "Uh, Dax? You said room 6, right?"

Dax looked over his shoulder. "Heh, you want to get your robes wet? They've got reinforced chests for our stuff. We can probably fit both of ours into one if you don't want to worry about the key." Bright looked inside and saw over a dozen metal chests, some with keys hanging out of the locks.

Bright snickered. "It's already pretty soaked through with sweat! I really need to get a... uh..."

He trailed off as Dax casually undid the belt of his pteruges with a relaxed sigh. He caught it with a practiced claw as it slid off him, and Bright found himself staring at Dax's large, firm ass as his armor came off as well.

Dax looked back. "Hm? Oh, right. We should really get you some gear for when you're out in the desert here."

Bright was awestruck at the tone and size of Dax's back. He'd never seen his friend completely nude before, and the shape of his body made Bright salivate. He felt a sudden, powerful urge to run his hands and tongue all over Dax's toned muscles and sandblasted scales. His heart pounded, and he thought back to their sparring sessions - could he convince Dax to do them naked next time?

Dax turned around, revealing a pair of large, low-hanging balls hidden behind a sweaty cock. They were the same color as his belly scales, a deep violet, but with some kind of golden ridges along both sides that Bright couldn't quite make out. Bright felt heat growing in his groin as Dax finished. "Something a little more appropriate. Uh... You okay, Bright?"

Bright snapped back up to face his friend. "Uh, yeah! Sure!"

Dax raised one eyebrow, then both at once. "Oh! Shoot, I should have warned you. Yeah, we bathe in the nude here. That okay?"

Bright stood up straighter. "Uh, yeah! It's okay. I'm just... a little surprised. And I haven't, uh, seen that kind of equipment before." Bright stepped forward and hesitated before undoing the belt around his robe.

Dax removed the rest of his leather armor and opened one of the chests. "It's okay, dude. I know Dream Weavers have slits."

Bright sighed. "Okay, that's a relief." He slipped off his robe, revealing his lithe, toned body. Sure enough, at his waist was a vertical slit surrounded by a bump of flesh on his belly scales. "I didn't know if it would weird you out." He bent at the waist to fold his robe and put it in the chest.

"Nah," Dax said. "Hell, if anything, mine's the weird one." Making a circle with his pointer finger and thumb, he wrapped his hand around the base of his package, then shook it around. "It's all just out there, you know? Just flopping around."

Bright was hypnotized. Dax's ridged cock and heavy ball sac bounced in front of him, right at face height as he stood frozen with his hand in the metal chest. He swallowed. "What's it feel like? Being out all the time? Is it rougher?"

"Well, it's..." Dax stopped, then looked down at Bright. He narrowed his eyes, put his hands on his hips, and gave Bright a warm smile. "Wanna touch it and find out for yourself?"

Bright's heart stopped. "For real, dude?"

Dax shrugged. "Why not? We're all bros here. Cultural learning, right?"

Bright looked up at Dax, then down at his cock, then up again. Dax nodded, and Bright shifted to his knees to get a closer look. The smell of musk wrinkled his nose and tickled a deep piece of his brain. He reached a hand up, then paused and looked up. "You're really sure?"

"Positive," Dax said with a nod.

Bright lifted his hand and cradled Dax's balls. He furrowed his eyes at the heat and heft, and his natural curiosity took over. "Wow..." He rubbed a thumb along the purple sac and felt the testicles inside. With his free hand, he ran a claw along Dax's length. It wasn't wet and fleshy like his own. It was seemingly made of soft scales like Dax's belly, and on both sides were four raised, dark gold ridges made of slightly firmer flesh.

Dax grunted a low growl, but Bright was too entranced to notice.

Bright rolled Dax's balls around with one hand, and with the other, he cradled Dax's dick. He ran his thumb around the exposed purple head, and slowly, it felt warmer in his loose grip. It seemed fuller, too, which Bright confirmed with a squeeze. This only made it firm up more, and Bright instinctively began stroking with long, slow motions. He felt the smooth skin and the firm ridges brush against his palm, and he wondered what that texture would be like going in and out of him.

Bright snapped up when Dax, breathing heavily, squeezed his shoulder. He looked up.

Dax snickered. "Either speed up or slow down, buddy. We're still in the changing room."

Bright looked back at his hands, and his eyes widened. "Sorry!"

"You're fine." He jerked his head towards the entrance. "But somebody's coming."

Bright jumped to his feet with a quick wing flap, and he looked back behind him. In trundled Boris, a burly, yellow Peace Keeper. He wore a goofy grin. "Afternoon, Dax! Who's your friend?"

As Bright turned around, Dax clapped him on the shoulders from behind. "This here's Bright Sight. He's doing a cultural exchange from the Weavers."

"Ah, Bright!" Boris swaggered up, each of his heavy footfalls seeming to shake the earth. Bright struggled to maintain eye contact as Boris' long, pendulous dick swung with each step, but Boris didn't seem to notice. "You helped us with that nightmare problem a while back, right?"

Bright's tail wagged. "Yes, sir!" Dax and Boris burst out laughing, and Bright cocked an eye. "What's wrong?"

Dax and Boris shared a look, and Boris grinned. "Eh, not a lot of dragons call me 'sir.' Must be getting old." He looked back at Dax. "I'm getting a stone massage. Wanna join me?"

Dax shook his head. "Next time. For now, I really gotta get Bright here to the springs. We'll catch you later."

Bright felt a little push on his back, and he walked towards the doorway. He paused when he noticed Dax wasn't moving. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Dax, with his hand on Boris' shoulder, whisper something to Boris. Boris grinned and whispered something back. They shared a smile, and Dax quickly turned, locked their chest, and walked towards Bright with a slight spring in his step. "Alright, you've waited long enough. Let's go."

They stepped back out into the craggy hallway between the hot spring rooms. Bright yipped a bit as Dax slapped him on the ass and said, "Stand proud. Your body's beautiful."

Bright rolled his eyes, but he complied. "Sure. I just hope nobody thinks I'm a perv. I was checking out Boris, too, and it feels a little weird being built differently."

Dax waved off the thought. "Eh, nobody's going to judge you, and if anyone gives you a hard time, I'll set 'em straight." They approached an intersection, and he nodded towards the right. "It's like any tool: it's all about how you use it, right?" he said with a wink.

Bright smiled back. "Right."

"There you go." Dax idly played with the bracelet on his wrist, which held the key. "And if you don't mind a little locker room talk, I've been wondering for a while: gotten a chance to try it out yet?"

Bright flushed a little, but he felt a thrill go up his spine. He took a deep breath and looked back at Dax. "Not really. I've been busy with my studies and trying to fill the gaps in my memories."

They stepped out into the hallway again. "So, you a virgin then? Totally cool if you are."

"No... Well, maybe?" Bright chuckled awkwardly. "I don't know if it was a memory or just a dream, but there was one morning when I woke up with a hard-on, and the only thing I can remember was the smell of hay and apples." Bright flinched a bit at his own words. "I bet that sounds weird, huh?"

Dax threw an arm around Bright's shoulders and slapped his chest. "Eeyup!" He kissed Bright's head. "...but I've heard weirder out of you." They stopped in front of a beaded curtain. "Here we are!"

Dax pulled back the curtain. The open-air grotto was a wonderfully arranged room with six stone chairs and chaises covered in soft, heavy towels that showed their age but still burst with color. A small table near the back held two pitchers of water and a large water tank that distorted slightly as Bright looked at it - magic to keep it cold, maybe? The centerpiece of the room was a deep, carved hole that bubbled with hot water from a central feed and drained through a small reservoir on one side of the room. The tub was big enough to seat six comfortably, with wide benches carved into it under the surface of the water. Blue tiles were inlaid at regular intervals, and even being solid stone, it looked very comfortable.

Bright stepped in and looked around. "Wow. I didn't think Peace Keepers would go for something so luxurious."

"Work hard, play hard, relax hard." Dax stepped in behind him. "You'll want to start on the left. The heat at the jet is pretty intense."

Bright smiled. "You got it. Want some water?" He winked. "You kept saying how we need to stay hydrated."

Dax laughed. "My man! You've got it."

Bright poured each of them a glass of water. He'd been correct - even the glasses had a cooling enchantment on them - and he brought them to the side of the tub.

"Thanks, buddy." Dax took a sip and sat down, submerging his legs into the water. He drew a quick breath through his teeth and let it out slowly. With hands on the lip of the tub, he gently lowered himself in, pausing just a moment as his balls touched the water. With one more deep breath, he sank into the water up to his abdomen, and he relaxed. "Aaaahh..."

Bright dipped a toe in and nearly dropped his water. "Wow! You weren't kidding."

"Mmm..." Dax groaned. His head was slumped back, and his eyes were closed while he rested his elbows on the lip of the tub, his legs splayed open. "Little more to the left."

Bright took a step to the side and stepped down into the water, onto the shelf that would serve as his seat. His leg tingled, but he could already feel the improved blood flow as the heat seemed to permeate all the way to his waist. Shaking his head, Bright went for it: he dropped himself into the water, barely keeping his drink above the surface. A thousand pin pricks raced across his scales, and he tensed. "Fffff..." He hissed, absent the ability to make words. As he embraced the heat, the pinpricks turned to a hot, smooth blanket, and his eyes fluttered as the soothing warmth penetrated his aching muscles.

Bright's back relaxed first, followed by his shoulders and wing muscles, and he let his wings splay out on the ground behind him. Like a machine, he could feel every part of his body slowly unwind, and even though he was still sore, that soreness was quickly transforming from pain to an unfamiliar comfort. Bright sighed. "Okay, yeah. I get it now."

Dax looked over to him. "Told you."

Bright practically purred, "So what now?"

"That's the beauty of it: just do whatever feels good."

"What sounds good is doing nothing."

"You got it." Dax leaned back and relaxed into the hot water, and Bright did the same.

They breathed in the dusty, humid air, rich with minerals.

They heard only the soft bubbling of the water and the muffled conversations from a few rooms away.

And as their bodies warmed, they felt as if they were dissolving into comfort.

They relaxed.

Bright lost count of the minutes, and his eyes felt heavy until he heard a small disturbance in the water as Dax dipped a claw below the surface. Bright cracked an eye open to take a look.

Dax took another deep breath, then scooped some water up in his claw. He poured it over his chest and rubbed it on his arm muscles, still bulging from the pump of their workout. A smile curled across Bright's face as he watched Dax rub himself, and he felt his focus pull to those tight, overworked biceps.

Dax's claw ran down his front, into the water and around his cock. He massaged himself up and down, then rubbed his balls. With the extra heat, they sagged even further from his body, and he idly let them bounce in the hot water.

Bright leaned back and rested his elbows on the ledge. "So, you just do that whenever you like around here?"

"Not quite." Dax's voice was silky and quiet. He ran a thumb along his sac. "Titan would give me fifty laps if I was just jerking it during a briefing. But when I'm alone or with a friend, what's stopping me?"

Bright's head swam. He loved how casually and openly Dax played with himself, and he felt his own cock tingle in his slit. "And you won't get in trouble for it here?"

"Oh, I absolutely would. Probably get banned from here for a month." Dax chuckled. "Lucky that Runo is pretty deaf, and I'm hardly the loudest one here." He hitched a thumb into the air, where Bright briefly heard Boris groaning from his massage somewhere in the complex. He wondered how far noises carried here or if patrols flew overhead.

Thinking about getting banned cooled Bright somewhat, but then, the more he thought about the thrill of pleasuring himself in public, the more he stirred again. He loved the slow burn of watching his friend touch himself, so he kept talking. "Must be an adaptation, right? I hear mammals have something similar. Their balls retract when it's cold and move away from the body when it's warm."

"I'd believe it." Dax stood up, and his heavy balls hung lower than ever. "Seems like the water's having that effect." He swayed his hips and let them swing below him for emphasis. "Airing them out feels amazing."

Bright blushed. "Yeah, must be nice..."

Dax sat back in the water with a small splash. "Aw, don't sell your junk short. I'm sure you've found some ways to have fun with it, right?"

"Heh, yeah, I suppose."

"Can I take a look?"

Bright blinked at him. Even after several months of friendship, he was consistently surprised how forward Dax could be. "Uh, sure! If you want." Bright paused, then shuffled his legs wider to give Dax a better view.

"Cool." Dax didn't hesitate, but he didn't walk over, either. Instead, he sat back down in the water, a little closer and opposite Bright. He leaned back and reached a foot over, beneath the clear water, and traced a claw around Bright's slit, which already looked slightly engorged.

Bright flinched at Dax's touch, but he reminded himself that this was his friend, and he rotated his pelvis a little more forward for his convenience. After the warning about Runo, though, he tried to keep his erection down. He took a deep breath as Dax explored. "Do you... do you get to play with slits much?"

"Nah," Dax said, a smile breaking along his face. "Not lately, at least. Been busy keeping the corruption magic in check all over the place. Usually me and the guys just unwind among ourselves."

Dax's foot pressed up against the opening, and Bright could feel himself getting hard inside his body. Bright's breathing got heavier. He stared down at Dax's deft claws, dragging gently on his soft, vulnerable scales in the hot water. His legs spread more, allowing his friend to press a toe between the folds.

He looked up and saw Dax reclining with a grin on his face. Bright heaved a quivering sigh. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Almost as much as you're enjoying it." Dax curled his claw and forced a knuckle inside the puffy slit. He rocked it in and out a few times, gently teasing it open to get deeper inside. The hot water flowed in with it, and he tapped against something warm and fleshy. "There he is." He flexed his foot, caressing Bright's dick with the lightest, gentlest movements he could muster.

Bright rocked forward and moaned. His hips pushed forward as well, instinctively trying to feel more pressure from Dax's foot. Even in the hot spring, feeling the touch of another dragon's powerful claw warmed him through. He spread his arms back for stability and flexed his claws, but they slipped off the wet rock shelf behind him. His head craned back and his eyes wrenched shut. Tension gripped his body, and he breathed deeply the wet, hot air. Even if this wasn't his first, it had been a while, and he hadn't realized how much he enjoyed foot play.

Bright felt the relaxation wash over him as Dax withdrew his toe and rubbed the outside of Bright's slit with the sole of his foot. He let out a satisfied grunt as he gently massaged the opening and the pink tip of Bright's cock poked out. "Easy, Bright. Don't need you going off just yet."

Bright's shoulders relaxed, and he uncurled his toes. "Wouldn't-" He coughed at the humidity. "Wouldn't dream of it." He looked down at Dax's foot and the growing dick that it tried to hide. "Wow, Dax..."

"Told you a dip would relax you. So relax. I'll take good care of you. Just let me know if you get too close." He pulled his foot back a few inches, teasingly close as it rested there in the hot water.

"Heh, you, too." Bright dipped a claw into the water and gently grabbed Dax's foot. Even underwater, Bright loved how wide and curved it looked. He felt all around it. Dax kept his claws sharp and clean, and Bright ran his fingers through the toes and all along the rough bottom, calloused from thousands of landings on hard rock and grating sand. It was wide - no doubt for stability - and it took two hands to hold it. Bright's head swam as he massaged it, earning a groan of approval from Dax. He was hypnotized by it.

Dax growled, "Yeah, you're a little foot slut, aren't you?" Bright tried to respond, but Dax interrupted. "Sh... Just enjoy it. You don't need to think. Just feel it all over you."

Bright's eyes fluttered, and he gave in. He lifted the foot and pressed it against his face. It smelled like the hot, rich water, but with a slight hint of something deeper as well. Without thinking, Bright ran his tongue along the sole and to the ball of the foot, and he sucked on the toes.

Dax sat and enjoyed it for a while. He leaned back and lifted his other foot out of the water and sandwiched Bright's face in between his feet. Bright's eyes rolled back like he was on some kind of drug, and he worshiped both of them for longer than he realized. Feeling the powerful feet smashing into his face, pressing against him and filling his nostrils with all kinds of smells, drove Bright wild.

But Dax wasn't content to leave it there. "I said give in. You know what you want."

Bright knew immediately. Breathlessly, he lowered one of Dax's feet back into the water and onto his fully-erect dick.

Dax wrapped his largest toes around it and ran them up and down on either side. He squeezed, releasing a moan from Bright. He shuffled a bit closer and used his left leg as well. Bright watched closely as Dax slowly, slowly rested the foot pad below Bright's slit, right where his internal testicle sat, and pressed gently. Bright whimpered as Dax kneaded him and slowly jerked him off.

Bright's chest rose and fell. His cock pulsed from the base and up the pink shaft. The hot water made his sensitive skin tingle, but he could barely focus on that as Dax pumped faster. He felt more pressure on his balls, not enough to hurt, but just enough to feel it deep inside himself.

Bright panted and looked up. Dax was reclined with arms outstretched and wings tucked behind him. He was trying to look calm as always, but his gaze was fixed on Bright's cock. He hardly blinked, though his chest rose and fell as he concentrated on his task. His mouth hung slightly open, and he swallowed hard.

As Dax focused, his muscles tensed, and Bright got a good look at his body in the lazily swirling water. Muscles rippled from years of intense training. Dax's chest puffed out, and his pillowy pecs bounced with every little twitch. Dax's thick neck strained as he swallowed again - was he drooling? - and his upper body formed a perfect, sexy V-shape down to his wide hips. And just under the water, Bright got another look at Dax's thick cock. It was lavender and veiny, now fully erect, and the head peeked just past the surface of the water. The golden ridges lining the sides of his dick looked puffier, too, and Bright felt his ass tense as he thought about how wonderful it would feel inside him. Dax's balls hung even lower from his body in the intense heat of the hot spring, and Bright desperately wanted to have them in his mouth.

And as Dax pumped faster, he had other needs as well. His vision tunneled. His temples pounded, and his body heat felt like it could melt through solid metal. Acting purely on instinct, Bright's hands drove into the water and grabbed Dax's right foot, with its toes around his cock, and he pressed it into his crotch. "Oh, fuck..." Bright whispered. His eyes rolled back into his head, and with quick thrusts, he humped at the foot, mashing more of it against him. He felt his balls stir, and the base of his spine tingled. "Oh, fuck, D-D-Dax..." His teeth clattered. His whole body twitched.

"You close?" Dax replied cooly.

"I-I-I'm-"

Dax yanked his feet away.

"No, no!" Like a dog on a roast, Bright thrashed for Dax's feet with his claws. Dax reclined back further and lifted them out of the water, and Bright grabbed him by the ankles. He yanked Dax forward, and his friend barely caught himself on the edge of the pool to keep his head above water.

Bright couldn't contain himself. He smashed Dax's wet claws into his face. "Oh, fuck!" He wasn't even sure why he was doing it, but the more he felt Dax's strong, weather-worn feet on his face, the more his head and the more his scales tingled. He kissed them. He licked them. He ran his long tongue all along the sole and between the toes. It tasted like sand and salt and minerals and the sweat caught between the scales. The scales scratched against his face, and Bright continued to hump in the water at nothing.

His arms quivered. His teeth clattered. His orgasm was tantalizingly close. Colors crept in at the edge of his vision, and he felt himself go slack.

"Whoa!" There was a loud splash.

The room spun.

The next thing Bright knew, Dax held him in his bulbous, strong arms. "Went a little too hard there, buddy."

Bright felt a splash of cold water on his head, and Dax hoisted him up onto the warm stone, so that only his foot claws hung in the water.

Bright panted. "You bitch." He smiled and looked at Dax, who had an arm around his shoulder.

Dax snorted. "Excuse me?"

Bright shook his head and smiled. "Don't be coy." He looked down at his crotch. Despite his lightheadedness, his hard-on still raged.

Dax laughed. "I mean, sure, I didn't want you to cum yet, but honestly? Probably for the better." His pecs flexed suddenly. "Seems like you got overheated."

Bright shook his head. "Yeah," he panted. "Yeah, maybe."

"You gotta be careful, but I guess that's on me." Dax raised an arm and put a hand behind his head. He flexed his bicep in an obvious show.

Bright smiled and narrowed his eyes. "Really?" he asked flatly.

"Really," Dax said with mocking concern. He brought his arms down and flexed his chest, making his pecs bounce in a left-right-left-right rhythm. "You should really stay focused in an intense situation. All sorts of distractions could mean your doom, after all." He raised both eyebrow ridges twice.

"Uh-huh," Bright said, rolling his eyes. "So it's like training: I need to reach out and grab what I want?"

Dax flashed a grin. "What's stopping you?"

Bright ran a hand across Dax's chest. "Mmm... Damn, dude. How long have you been working out?"

Dax smirked. "Most of a lifetime." Dax leaned back and flexed his pecs. "I'd be lying if I said I did it just for the training. Everybody likes to look good naked, you know?"

Bright scratched a claw against Dax's chest. His pecs were firm and full, but they had a bounce to them, and Bright felt himself drooling. "Yeah, I know what you mean."

"And you certainly take care of yourself, too." Dax placed his hands on the sides of Bright's torso and rubbed up and down. Their cocks twitched together and Dax felt a lithe body and smooth scales that were so much less sun-damaged than he was used to. Bright had wonderful tone all over his body.

"Fuck, Dax," Bright sighed. "Is it weird that I want to just run my tongue all over you?"

"Sounds fun. Let's grab a chair, though. Easier on your back."

Dax stretched his wings and leapt to his feet with one flap. He grabbed Bright's hand and led him over to one of the large, stone chaises that was angled just off center of the sun, enough for the light to hit whoever sat on it without being right in their eyes.

Dax sighed and reclined back. His cock bobbed in the air as he spread his wings and arms out and the sun's heat began to bake him.

Bright stood over him and just watched him breathe. His eyes traced lines all over Dax's body, from his square jawline studded with small spikes to the flexing chest to the thick cock that rested against his belly and pulsed with his heartbeat. Bright swallowed. "You, uh...want help with that?"

"Patience, my friend." His words dripped out of his mouth in a soothing baritone. "You're not leaving without some of me in you, so relax and enjoy it." Dax rolled his shoulders back, puffing his chest out further and smirking at Bright. When he saw how transfixed Bright was, he stretched out his left arm, extending his fingertips as far as they would go, and he drew a deep breath. As he let it out with a whoosh, he curled his arm, slowly, and flexed his bicep. It grew more and more until he was fully flexed. He paused and looked at Bright.

Bright let out a shuddering breath, slack-jawed. He'd seen his friend plenty of times, but splayed out like this in the sun, with no other distractions, he could fully appreciate the effect that years of Peace Keeper training had on the body. His hand quivered, and he nearly reached forward.

Dax saw and flashed his teeth in a grin. "Go on. Touch it," he said, barely above a whisper. "Use both hands."

Bright took two more breaths. His hands shook, and he hesitated.

Dax's voice took on a rough texture. He growled seductively, "On your knees, whelp."

Hearing a direct order made his legs collapse, and Bright knelt aside the stone chaise. He didn't care how hard the ground was on his knees. He just stared at the sculpted bicep in front of him, then finally reached out and grabbed it.

Even using both hands, he couldn't wrap around it completely. His eyes fluttered, and his head rolled back. "Oh, fffffuck..." His cock, already exposed to the hot air, ached with the strain of arousal, all the worse after being denied one orgasm already. Dax flexed again, and Bright moaned as he felt the hot blood pump through the overworked muscle. "Holy..."

He finally snapped back when he felt Dax's other hand on his own. Bright gasped as their eyes met. Dax was smirking again, but there was something else there. Not confidence, though there was plenty of that. It went beyond domination or power, into something almost like... ownership. He spoke in guttural, short words. "Shoulders. Now."

Bright melted at his voice, like a barely-contained roar, and let Dax guide his hand to his round, bulging shoulder muscles. Bright gave them a squeeze, but they remained tense in his grasp.

Dax purred, "You like that, you little muscle slut?"

Bright's frills fanned open a bit. "Oh, yeah. I'm loving it."

Without sitting up, Dax reached to a small compartment, a hole in the side of the chaise, and took out a handheld hourglass filled with fine blue sand. He turned it over and set it on a small table next to him. "You have thirty minutes," he said with direct, measured words. "And then, I'm going to fuck you. Go."

Bright didn't waste any time. He lowered his mouth and kissed Dax's firm shoulders. The scales were smooth but hard, like warm topaz that had been blasted by the desert sands and polished to a beautiful sheen. He had only intended to give the shoulder a small kiss, but that kiss turned into a second, which quickly turned into Bright sucking at the taut muscles. He closed his eyes and flicked his tongue on Dax's skin, earning a low grunt of approval from his friend.

Bright tensed as he felt Dax's free hand on the back of his head, guiding him to press his face deeper into Dax's body. He relaxed as Dax whispered, "Sh... It's okay. Get lost in it, and tell me how much you love it."

"Oh..." Bright moaned. "Your shoulders are so huge. How do you do it?"

"Full body training," Dax said. "Upper body strength can save your life if your wings get injured."

Bright could hardly focus. He sucked on the shoulder and caressed it with both hands as Dax released his head. Bright leaned forward and kissed all along Dax's tricep, down to under his armpit, where he took a deep huff. The masculine scent was intoxicating, and he breathed in again and again as he squeezed Dax's upper back.

"My stars, Dax... Fuck... Mmmm..."

Bright worshiped Dax's entire body, licking his chest, massaging his strong legs, running his hands along his jawline, rubbing his face on Dax's feet, mashing his face into Dax's chest like he was trying to somehow melt into it. He felt like he was in a daze, almost drunk.

Through his haze, he noticed the effect it was having on Dax, too. Dax's cock was rock hard, curving up and away from his body. His head rolled back and forth against the chaise as Bright licked at his sore muscles, and he wiggled slowly, luxuriating in Bright's praise of his sculpted body. He closed his eyes and stretched his head upwards, a wide smile growing on his face.

Bright shivered with excitement, feeling like he was in total control, and he leaned into his role. "You're so cut, Dax. Everything on you looks huge and perfect." He ran a claw across Dax's neck. "Veiny, strong..." His claw traced down between Dax's pecs. "...chiseled..." Dax panted, and his tongue lolled out of his mouth as Bright brought his claw lower, lightly scratching Dax's abs. "...powerful, beautiful..." Bright felt his cock pressing against Dax's side as his claw reache the base of Dax's. "...and so virile." His claw ran in circles around Dax's balls and up the shaft. "You could sire a whole army with a body like this."

Dax's cock jumped, a thick jet of precum splashed onto his stomach.

Bright cooed, "So much cum to give to a willing mate. So much potency..."

Dax's head thrashed back and forth as Bright teased him, and Bright relished his power.

Bright climbed on top of Dax and let his tail rest on Dax's cock, teasing him. He massaged Dax's chest and shoulders and leaned forward, kissing him deeply again. "Such a powerful Peace Keeper. Any dragon would be lucky to touch you like this."

Their play continued, with Bright teasing Dax and keeping him always on the edge while Bright himself humped and rubbed against Dax's ample muscles. They lost themselves in the dizzying sensations of the mutual good feelings.

He was still straddling Dax and feeling his pecs when Dax grabbed the back of his neck, making him melt. "W... what's wrong?"

"Time's up, Bright." Dax pulled him into a deep kiss. Bright's mouth was sore from the work out had done to Dax's body, and he gave almost no resistance as he collapsed onto that wide chest. Dax's tongue was warm and long. It forced itself deep into Bright's mouth and took total control. Bright tried to hug Dax around his neck, but he felt his body slacken as Dax caressed his frills with a thumb.

Their cocks rubbed together between their bodies. They each felt the other's hard dick strain to grow harder, to feel more friction against their partner. They frotted, and the feeling of their cocks pressed together, sandwiched between two warm, soft bellies that grew more slick with precum by the second, caused Dax to spread his legs further apart to drive harder with his hips.

Dax squeezed Bright's ass. Having an obedient, sexy dragon on top of him like this made his chest swell and his heart race and his lust spike. He ran claws up and down Bright's back while they made out and felt the younger dragon continue to worship his body.

He also felt something else. His ridged, Peace Keeper cock was used to the sandblasted bodies of his comrades (and during mating season, the warm folds of the females). But Dream Weaver slit was a delicacy. The base of his dick felt the warm opening, and all of Dax's instincts told him to stick it inside.

Dax pulled away from their kiss, breathing heavily. "Fuck, Bright. I want that slit. Think you can tuck your cock back in?"

Panting, Bright looked down between his legs, then back to Dax. "Oh! For sure. Heh, it actually feels pretty amazing to cum inside."

"Good, because I plan on experiencing it myself. Think you can handle some more heat?"

Bright nodded emphatically.

Dax didn't waste a moment. Wrapping his hands around Bright's butt, he stood up and carried Bright with him, seemingly effortlessly. Bright hugged himself to Dax even tighter, and together, they dropped back into the hot water, Bright still straddling Dax.

Bright took a moment to adjust to the water. His knees rested on either side of Dax's hips while Dax reclined back in the hot spring. Panting, Bright asked, "How do you want to do this?"

Dax nodded. "Whatever's comfortable. Can you stick it back in?"

Bright flushed red, then quickly wrapped a hand around his cock. He quivered and was tempted to jerk himself off - or even grab both their cocks at once and cum together - but he held back. "C'mon..." It took some work, especially given how rock-hard he was, but he wrestled his dick back into the warm hole. He shuddered at how tight it felt tucked inside, and he knew it was about to get tighter.

Bright tensed as Dax put one hand on Bright's waist and another on his cheek, cradling his chin. "Shh..." He let out a long breath in that way he always did, and just like always, it helped Bright relax a bit more. Dax rumbled, "You let me know if it's uncomfortable, okay?" His voice shook slightly from the excitement, even as he tried to hide it. Bright saw him swallow hard.

Bright breathed out again and smiled. Dax was nervous and far too focused on his goal again. "What about you?"

Dax tensed, but he quickly recovered. He brushed Bright's cheek with a thumb and kissed his nose. "I'm hosting. The important thing is that you have a good time."

"No. No way." Bright shook his head. "Not this time. Do you really think it would kill you to just enjoy yourself and not worry about your duties for a while?"

Dax's eyes flicked down. "It might." He sighed and rested his arms on the shelf of the hot spring.

"Heh." Bright hugged him around his neck. "Relax, dumbass. Let me take care of you for a bit."

Dax smiled and sighed. "Alright, but if you start to-"

Bright kissed him, and he held his mouth there until Dax's shoulders released their tension. When they finally parted, Bright whispered, "I'm on it, big guy. I'm having a great time." He reached down between them and grabbed Dax's dick. "And so should you." With a hard push, he slipped Dax's tip into his slit.

Dax gasped. His cock twitched at the tight fit, and he instinctively rotated his hips forward to explore deeper. His whole body shivered despite the heat. He felt his cock bump up against Bright's, so smooth and warm, while wrapped in the tight inner slit. The ridges on Dax's cock popped in one by one, making him shudder. Dax sucked air through his teeth as he drove in as far as he could, nearly to the hilt. "Oooooh, fuck..."

Bright grabbed onto both sides of Dax's face and massaged his cheeks. "There we go, big guy. Just relax and enjoy it."

Dax exhaled with a long whoosh. He brought his hands to Bright's waist and gripped, gently at first, then harder as his legs spread wider. He opened his eyes and looked into Bright's, and he smiled. "I think I will."

Bright ran a finger through Dax's frills. "Anything I can do to help? And no feeling guilty."

Dax's eyes widened, and his breathing picked up a bit. His grip on Bright tightened, and Bright felt Dax's cock twitch as he said, "Yeah. Call me 'sir.'"

Bright's teeth flashed. "Yes, sir!" Bright felt Dax's body swell beneath him as he said it.

Dax took a few more deep breaths as he looked over Bright's body. His mind, usually so clear and focused, began to cloud with lust at the thought of ruthlessly fucking his friend. He leaned into the feeling, letting his muscles tense and his thoughts slip towards his more primal instincts.

He pulled back. The ridges of his dick pulsed against Bright's cock as they came out, one by one. Bright slumped forward and hugged Dax around the neck. "Oh, that feels great."

Bright winced as a clawed hand squeezed his ass, not painfully, but hard enough to startle. Dax grumbled, "Excuse you?"

Bright's chest felt devilishly heavy. He wasn't a passive bottom by any means, but he loved seeing the more commanding side of Dax that was surfacing, so he kept going. He moaned into Dax's ear, "Sorry, sir. It feels incredible, sir."

"That's better," Dax grumbled. He thrust back into Bright's slit quickly, earning a quick shudder from his friend. "And don't forget it."

"I won't, sir."

Dax grabbed the back of Bright's head again and guided him into another kiss. They both were getting sloppier: instead of controlled, slow movements of their tongues, they sucked hard and seemingly randomly on each other's faces, guided entirely by what felt best in the moment. Dax pulled out and thrusted in again, faster. They frotted each other with their hard cocks, bound up together in Bright's soft internal cavity. The mix of hard and soft stoked them even more, and their breathing became ragged as they fucked in the hot water.

Dax moved his hands to Bright's back and massaged the wings joints as they made out. Bright flexed his claws in pleasure and scratched at Dax's back. As Dax thrust faster, Bright bounced on Dax's dick.

Dax licked at Bright's chest as he held him close. His body began working on its own, pumping up into Bright's warm slit as Bright slammed himself down onto his friend. Dax groaned and growled as they built up speed. The ridges popped in and out, sending little waves of pleasure through both their bodies, and with each thrust, they held each other tighter. The host, moist air blurred their senses, and they fucked hard.

Then harder.

Then even harder. Water splashed up between them and out of the tub. Bright's wings flexed and flailed for stability as he kept slamming down onto Dax. Dax's arms gripped Bright tighter, and he drooled as the hot feeling of a coming orgasm rose and flowed through his body like molten rock.

Dax's arms shook. His hips ached. The heat felt overwhelming. "I'm close. Can- O-o-oh, fuck. Can you hold off a bit longer?"

Bright clenched his teeth. His cock jerked and spasmed at every movement. He tensed, focusing his mind like a vice attempting to keep the torrent of his orgasm back. "Yes, sir," he hissed.

Dax tried to respond, but his instincts had completely taken over. He hugged Bright's body close to him and slammed into the warm slit. Their combined thrusting and pumping churned the water with loud splashes. Every twitch of Bright's body made him want it more. He drooled. He licked along Bright's jaw and bit into his shoulder. His foot claws flexed on their own. Hot sensation moved up his legs and radiated from his hips.

Bright felt it, too. He could sense every twitch in Dax's body, and his own nerves were on fire. They felt like one dragon, rocketing towards a supernova, and their bodies found a wild, thrashing rhythm that some remained in sync. Their spines tingled, starting from the base and moving to the tips of their horns. Their brains were increasingly full of colorful static.

"Oh, fuck," Dax said with a shaky voice.

Bright groaned. His legs felt like they were on fire, but as he slumped forward into another kiss, he managed to moan, "Give it to me, sir. Gimme that fat cock and that thick load. I want it all."

"Mmmph!" Bright's words sent Dax spiraling over the edge, and he thrust himself as deep as he could go, nearly to hilt inside of Bright's warm, fleshy slit. His cock pulsed, and a blast of cum mixed with the hot water inside.

The pulsing of Dax's full, thick cock was the last that Bright could take. "A-ah!" Bright collapsed in Dax's arms. His pink cock twitched and pulsed. Packed so tightly inside his slit with another cock, it felt almost like there was no room to move, but the incredible tightness just made his orgasm hit harder. He came, coating his and Dax's cocks with his semen. Like a natural lube, it mixed with the water and allowed their dicks to slide even more frictionlessly against each other, and they both pumped load after load into the tight, hot, soft space.

They shivered as their dicks spurted a few more jets of cum. They were both rock-hard and seemingly bound together inside of Bright's slit with practically no room to move.

Dax and Bright held each other tightly. The only sounds were their heavy breaths, still synchronized over the soft bubbling of the hot spring and the muffled conversations from a few rooms away.

They held onto each other for many heartbeats, feeling their friendship deepening as they kept each other close.

After a few minutes, they began the long process of unwinding their bodies bit by bit, the way one would unbind a bowstring or disassemble a spell circle that needed rework. With each breath, they relaxed their shoulders, their faces, their wings, everything but their arms as they hugged tight. Their embrace melted from desperate, lustful clinging to the warm hug of a close friend. They breathed each other in: the smell of kicked-up dust mixed with lust and pheromones and sweat.

"Uhhn..." Bright groaned. He writhed in Dax's grasp, like he could somehow get closer to him than he already was. For his part, Dax kept him wrapped up in place and his cock still in his friend's slit. Dax kissed gently along Bright's shoulder and licked repeatedly at his neck. Bright wanted to tense and twist away from the tickling feeling, but his nerves were already past that. He merely gasped and moaned. "Oh-... Oh... Yeah..."

Dax pulled back, and they looked into each other's eyes. Dax looked exhausted - as tired as he had been when they'd first met. His eyes drooped and fluttered, but he smiled, and he leaned in to give Bright one more long, lingering kiss.

They let the residual lust drain from their bodies, and Bright pushed back, still panting as he realized how close he was to passing out from the heat again. "Getting-" He swallowed. "Getting a little warm in here." He stood up and shivered as Dax's half-hard cock popped from him. A few loose wads of cum slipped out of him and dropped into the warm waters, where they began to slowly dissolve.

Dax chuckled. "Fuck, that was amazing." He wrapped his arms around Bright's legs and licked at his thighs.

"Hey!" Bright tripped but caught himself on Dax's shoulders."Heh heh. Careful down there."

Dax ignored him and kept licking. He bumped his nose against the bottom of Bright's slit, which sent another jolt through Bright's body. His elbows buckled, and he stumbled before grabbing Dax's horns. Dax ran a tongue along the outside of Bright's slit, and his cock poked its head out again.

Bright shook his head and looked at the dragon between his thighs. "If you keep that up, I'll need to go again."

Dax looked up with big innocent eyes. He cracked a smile and paused. "I'm counting on it. I don't like leaving my friends unsatisfied."

Bright rubbed Dax's head. "I'd call that a pretty satisfying first trip to the springs, but if you insist..." He laughed. "I'll need some water, but yeah, I could probably go again."

Dax flashed a smile. "Good. You're not the only one."

"Still horny?"

"Obviously." Dax held Bright's gaze a moment longer, a mischievous grin growing on his face. "But so is he." He nodded towards the door behind Bright.

Bright's eyes widened and his senses focused, and he noticed the sound of heavy breathing coming from the doorway. That, and the slight tinkling of a cowbell. Slowly, he turned his head.

And there, holding the curtain open, frozen like a statue with wild eyes, a hanging jaw, and a thick, rock-hard erection, stood Boris. Boris blinked a few times and rumbled a low, deep laugh as Bright smiled back at him.

And from below him, Dax casually said, "Don't worry. He's trained."

To be continued...