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I was looking back at this story and didn't really like how the second part went. It felt rushed and didn't reflect what I wanted for the characters, so I rewrote it! Hope you enjoy. Feel free to let me know what you think in the comments.

---Jayce---

As we weaved through the dark city streets, my nose picked up on the sweet humidity of a cloudy night. It would rain soon. Mason sat in the driver's seat, appearing comically large compared to the interior of his SUV. The smell of arousal was overpowering- mostly mine, I was sure, but in the small and contained space of his SUV even the dullest of canines could make out the sweet smell of draconic arousal. Or maybe that was the bits of cum still stuck in my fur? Either way, the silence between us and the intoxicating scent of arousal only served to elevate the growing sexual tension between us.

As we pulled into his apartment complex, I was surprised to see that it was, well, normal. I had expected something fancy- maybe a small mansion on the west side of town, or an expensive apartment high up in the city. Instead, we pulled up to a quaint series of red-bricked townhouse apartments, each with their own front patio and Oaken door. There were about eight small buildings in total. It appeared that each building contained two apartments, as we pulled up to a building in the back with two patios, each with a small path through the grass that led to a couple loosely marked parking spots. As Mason pulled into the nearest parking spot, the heavens unleashed, dropping torrential rain which pattered onto the top of his SUV.

Mason sighed, rubbing his cheek. "I didn't expect it to come down like this... I think I have an umbrella in the house if you wanted to wait here a moment."

Oh my. Such a gentleman. "It's okay! As long as you don't mind the smell of wet wolf. Plus, it might help get some of this smell off me." Not that it would matter if tonight went how I expected it to.

Mason nodded, rubbing his scaled chin for a moment as we both hesitated to jump into the freezing rain. I again couldn't help but admire his beauty-the ruby of his scales seemed to pop no matter the circumstance, even more so given the dreary background and the neutral color of his clothing.

A few more moments passed, and Mason sighed, then smirked. He looked straight at me, the ruby in his eyes almost glowing in contrast to the background. "Welp... there's only one way I can think to do this."

"Oh? What's your plan?"

"Oh, nothing..." his smirk grew wider as one hand reached for his door handle, "just this!". Mason flung open the door and quickly sprung out, dashing across the front of the SUV. As I saw this, I reached for the handle myself before a red flash flung open my passenger door and grabbed me, one arm under each of my armpits as Mason quickly and unceremoniously flung me over his shoulder. I landed with an oof and before I could protest, he had already kicked the door shut and was dashing for his front door, the torrential rain soaking us both.

When we arrived at his covered front door, he gently placed me down, a playful smirk still on his face as he shook the water from his hands. "Are you okay? How was the ride?"

I was smiling back and in response, I shook the water from my pelt, partly soaking the mostly dry front patio. "Eh, not bad. I'd give it a four out of five." I patted my belly, my now soaking shirt suctioned against my fur. "_Very_comfortable seating.".

Once Mason's hands were adequately dry, he began digging into his coat, his clawed hands searching for a moment before pulling out a set of keys and fiddling with the front door, which opened with a satisfying click.

Mason held open the door with one arm and motioned me inside, a warm gust of air greeting my face as I stepped into his cozy lair.

As Mason stepped in behind me, I took a moment to take in the scene in front of me. There was a small walkway leading to a kitchen and a couple of hallways as well as a medium-sized living room to my right. The living room contained a television, a fireplace, a large couch, and a few larger-than-normal chairs as well as a coffee table with a few remotes and an empty cup of coffee on top of it. The apartment smelled clean with an undertone of wood. I sniffed around for a second, my canine nose twitching as I adjusted to the new smells. I almost didn't notice the mountain behind me taking off their shoes and shoving them into a corner. I did the same, taking care not to drip too much water on the carpet just past the entry way until Mason simply walked past me, dripping wet and all.

"Don't worry about it, carpets dry. I have some towels in the bathroom if you want to get dry yourself. Sorry I don't have an air dryer. Don't really need it, scales and all." He motioned towards the scales on his arm and then the rights side of the hallway. "Bathroom is the first door on the right. I'll get the fireplace going in the meantime."

One of my ears must have perked up as I heard the mention of a fire. It sounded wonderful, but more than that I had always wanted to see a dragon breathe fire. Modern dragons had evolved past using it as a defensive mechanism- most could not breathe very much, and fewer still could not breathe any at all. It was at most a party trick, but still considered rude to do in front of guests and thus was a rare sight to behold.

I smiled and nodded, not wanting to be rude to my gracious host. The bathroom was about what you would expect from any apartment, with the added addition of the shower/tub combo being a bit larger than most would expect. After a few moments I found the drawer with the towels and stripped, drying my body to the best of my ability and leaving my sopping wet clothes in the bathtub to dry. My phone, wallet, and keys were in my pocket when Mason had picked me up. Luckily, they had only gotten slightly wet and the phone seems to have survived. Still, I set them out on the bathroom counter to completely dry.

I suddenly realized a small problem- my only clothes were sopping wet and I was currently stark naked in Masons' bathroom. I popped my head out of the door, taking care not to expose my naked body. This felt a bid odd given what we had just done, but I have never been in the habit of walking around naked. "Hey, Mason?" My voice was a strange combination of whispering and trying to be loud. "I, uh, don't anything to wear. My clothes are still wet." I could hear the crackle of the fire. Mason must have successfully made the fire.

"Oh, oops." This must not have occurred to him. "Hang on, I think I have something somewhere..." The sound of wet dragon suddenly jumping to his feet echoed towards me. As Mason turned the corner, I saw he was without his shirt. I barely had time to admire his muscled pecs, ruby scales, and cream- colored belly as he slyly winked, flexed, and disappeared into the room down the hallway. I had never thought my regal, uptight boss could be this silly or flirtatious. It made me happy that he was comfortable enough to share this side of him.

After a bit of rummaging, Mason returned covered up to his head in a long, massive cream-colored cotton blanket, the schlop sound of wet pants being replaced with the sound of the heavy blanket dragging along the carpet. I still had my head popped out, as he pulled out a smaller, black blanket. It was small compared to a comforter, but large enough to cover my entire body if I covered myself with it. As he handed it to me, I noticed the blanket had a small graphic of a smiling cartoon wolf in the center. It was probably designed for kids.

"Sorry, this is all I have on a short notice... this and my comforter" He motioned towards the blanket around his shoulders. "I'll be near the fire warming up if you want to join me." I nodded, a wolfish smile coming across my lips as I reached for the blanket. "Of course I want to join you... but what should I do with these wet clothes and towels? They're uh... hairy". Being a scaled dragon, wolf hair was something he was probably not something he was accustomed to.

"Oh, just leave them in the tub or on the floor. I'll take care of them in the morning" I made a mental note to teach him the best way to remove wolf hair from towels.

I covered myself in the blanked and walked back into the living room. Mason walked in front of me and plopped down in front of the fire. I noticed his wet shirt was haphazardly thrown over a chair. He looked back and patted on the ground next to me, motioning for me to sit.

As I plopped down next to him, the heat from the fire warmly radiated through the front of my body as the smell of burning wood tickled my nose. I leaned up against Mason, the warmth from his body further lulling me into a sense of security.

I sighed contently as Mason leaned back against me. "This is nice.", he whispered, his breath tickling my ear.

I chuffed contentedly and leaned my head against his arm, still a bit tentative to get so close to my boss. My crush. The man I had been dreaming about for months now. Now assumedly naked. His muscled body pressed up against mine. I fidgeted a bit as I felt my cheeks flush.

"Are you warm enough?" Mason reached one arm over my shoulder, pushing me closer up against his body.

I shuddered. "I think I'm plenty warm, but...", I lowered the blanket from my shoulders, turning my head so that my maw now faced his. "I think I could be warmer"

Masons' breath was heavy as we stayed like that for a moment. I took in his scent, smelling his neediness matching mine. "I think that can be arranged...." Mason opened his own blanket and covered me up as I threw mine out from under me. I could feel the warmth of his scales as he enveloped me in his embrace, laying us both down near the fire.

---Mason---

As I spooned Jayce, I considered bending him over and taking him here and now. Maybe tying him up first. He wouldn't resist. In fact, he would love it. I began growing more and more aroused as I considered the possibilities. A toy willing to do whatever I said whenever I said it. Spending his lunches under my desk, mouth happily wrapped around my cock. I could find work for him to do in my office, it would explain the smell...It would be easy, I could make him do so much.... I shook my head. The wolf seemed to genuinely care. Maybe he would be willing to do those things, but... it would be better to take it slower. Focus on the moment. I've had fuckbuddies in the past, but it seems Jayce was looking for a partner.

Still, that didn't stop my cock hardening out of its sheath as the wolf's soft fur ticked my scales and soft underbelly. Jayce was getting hard too. His rhythmic breathing grew subtly more and more labored as his arousal increased. I could smell him, and I knew he could smell it on my breath too. He gasped as I pulled him closer, both arms securing him snugly against my chest. My cock protruded out of its sheath, poking against his buttocks.

No words were needed. Jayce cutely moaned, his eyes closed and breathing heavily out of his maw. I placed my right hand gently around his clavicle as I used my left to explore his body. First, teasing his nipples. Running my hands over the smooth, soft fur on his formed abs.

Jayce looked up at me, his hazel eyes partly closed as our mouths locked. The sounds of making out permeated the room as my tongue again invaded his mouth, teasing the back of his throat. I explored with more vigor, my left hand now pushing his waist against mine, straddling so that my growing cock was trapped between our bodies.

Jayce began to wriggle in my grasp, the friction of his fur further teasing my cock as his moans grew louder. Our movements began displacing the blanket from our bodies and I moved it aside, our bodies now exposed to the room.

As I began to grind my cock against Jayce's back, I took a better look at my wolf's body. The combination of moisture and the reflection from the fire made his jet-black fur almost shimmer as he moved. The bits of gray that accented his face and occasionally striped his body seemed to invite me as his body flexed and contracted in my grasp.

I felt a hand reach back and grasp at my knotted cock. I couldn't help but gasp at his touch, as he knowingly squeezed and pulled around my knot. He grabbed my around the based and began to shift, positioning his ass squarely over my leaking dick.

He began to tease, taunting my wanting pole using the limited movement I gave him as I still held him tightly against my chest. As I mentioned before, dragons are big "producers". Soon there was more than enough lube as Jayce began to slowly push backwards, his tight ring stretching as my tapered dick slowly began to penetrate him.

I growled, holding him in place as I began to slowly push into his wanting ass. He loudly moaned. I took this opportunity to give his mouth something to do as I pushed a clawed hand into his maw, careful not to cause any damage.

I whispered into his ear. "Suck. I'm going to fuck you. Hard. Then I'm going to knot you."

"Yeth,thir" he responded, my fingers preventing him from fully speaking.

I increased my pace, knowing full well that my thick cock was attacking his walls, pushing deeply against his button. Based on how Jayce was squirming in my grasp, I figured I was right. I pushed deeper and deeper inside him, overtaking his insides inch by inch. Jayce continued squirming and moaning. I felt his legs begin to shake. I knew what was coming but didn't stop. I simply kept thrusting, leveraging my hand against his hips to push deeper and deeper inside of him as I wrapped my legs around him to further hold him in place. Suddenly, I felt his ring tighten and his body shudder and he loudly moaned, cumming small ropes onto the carpet in front of my fireplace. I didn't stop. I simply thrusted harder, moving my right hand from his mouth to his neck as I whispered into his ear, pumping to the rhythm of his orgasm.

"I didn't give you permission to cum."

"I-s-sorry, it's just its been so long and I-" I cut him off with a particularly savage thrust, tightening my grip around his neck but not enough to choke him.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Oh-I'm sorry, sir"

"That's better." I stopped, giving my wolf a second to catch his breath, my dick still buried in his ass.

After a moment, Jayce spoke up "You can finish if you want, or I can..."

I cut him off. "Oh, don't you worry about that. I said I'm going to knot you, remember?" I said, feigning sarcasm. I pulled out with a squelch. Jayce shuddered at the movement as I repositioned myself and stood up. "Get on all fours. Facing the wall. I'll be right back." Having learned his lesson at this point, Jayce obediently obeyed, his stretched and pre-covered asshole winking as drips of my pre began to mix with his cum now staining my carpet.

I ran to my room and grabbed a certain box. My favorite box, but one that hadn't been opened for a while. As an afterthought, I also grabbed my rain and cum soaked underwear from the hamper.

When I went back to the living room, I was delighted to see Jayce was hard again. He didn't even turn around when I walked into the room and continued facing the far wall. So obedient.

I dropped the contents of my special box on the floor and Jayce appeared to try and steal a glance but caught himself. What a good little toy.

I picked up the first of my toys. A blindfold. He jumped a little but didn't resist, as the black cloth covered his eyes. Then, a little bit of rope. I laughed to myself and gave his ass a little grope as he struggled to keep himself on all fours with his front paws tied together. I picked up my underwear from the day and held it in front of his face, giving him a second to adjust to the smell before shoving it roughly into his mouth. He of course moaned, as his senses were now even more overwhelmed by my smell and taste. Finally, the piece that would hold it all together- a ball gag to hold it all into place. The final cherry on top.

As I kneeled behind my tied together toy, I wondered if he knew how beautiful he looked like this. Even slightly matted, the black and gray fur around his ass seemed to glisten as his cute little muffled moans and winking asshole invited me to finish the job.

I obliged, pushing my cock against his wanting hole and pushing deeply. Jayce whined in response as I felt him shift, pushing back into me with what little room he had to wiggle. That was all it took, as I pulled back, slamming back into him with a squelch as my knot hit his ring. Again and again, I slammed into him, his ass seeming to pull my dick inwards. Jayce's moans grew louder. I shifted my weight, his front paws no longer able to bear the weight as I pressed down into him, rhythmically gyrating in and out of his ass.

This moment was no longer about Jayce's pleasure. It was about mine. I felt a primal voice egging me on. In front me was a bitch, ready to be bred. I wanted to knot him, fill him with my seed. All those months of accidental teasing, an entire section of the office filling with the smell of arousal anytime I walked in his direction. The way he stared at my ass as I walked away, thinking I wouldn't notice. Now he was getting what he wanted. He was a cocksleeve for a much bigger, stronger male and he would soon be reminded of that as with every thrust I felt my knot teasing his hole, getting closer and closer to the finale. With every loud squelch, his moans grew in intensity.

I became lost. It felt as if we were becoming one. Instinct took over. Mate. Mate. Cum. Knot Him. Finish in Him. Mate. My face contorted into a snarl. I was close. Lost in ecstasy. I leaned forward, my large body wrapping around his as some hidden instinct kicked my mind into overdrive. I bit down on his shoulder. Hard. I slammed forward, nearly breaching through his ring as Jayce cried out. Another rough thrust, then a satisfying schlorp as my knot slid inside, his ring squeezing the base of my knot as my body shuddered, ropes of cum now filling the inside of my wolf. Jayce shuddered, his own climax hitting him. I felt his ring tighten, milking me more and more as he covered my already ruined carpet with lupine spunk.

I held him there, stuck in this moment for what felt like minutes as pleasure overtook my mind. It wasn't until I felt the familiar taste of blood in my mouth that I released him, panting to catch my breath.

"Jayce, that was..." Wait, why do I taste blood?

"Oh crap, JAYCE! Are you okay?!" I hurriedly began undoing his bindings, first removing his blindfold and then his ball gag. He spit my underwear out as I began to work on the ropes, tearing through them with as much dexterity as my large fingers could muster.

Jayce was panting and shifting around and I felt a tinge of guilt as his movements elicited a tinge of pleasure from my still-engorged cock.

"That was-..." The wolf began to catch his breath. I continued panicking and working on his restraints. Different scenarios flew through my head. Would he need a hospital? How badly is he hurt? Is he ever going to want to see me again?

"Jayce, I am so sorry, this has never happened before and I-."

"That was AWESOME!"

That took me off guard. I'd had many favorable responses to my prowess in bed, but never downright excitement, especially not after a fumble like that one. "Awesome? So... you're okay?"

"Yeah, lets maybe not do that part again..." The restraints finally released his hands as he gingerly held his shoulder, "Dragon teeth are really sharp, you know?"

"I-I don't know what to say. I'm truly embarrassed. You aren't seriously injured, are you? I know this is a precarious situation, but we can call an ambulance if you-."

"Relax! It's not that bad. Look, you barely drew blood." He leaned back parted his fur on his shoulder to show me. He was right. I had only drawn a bit of blood from a couple of places.

I sighed in relief. Only a scratch, but it could have been much worse. I would need to be careful in the future.

So much for taking it "slowly". I nearly injured the man. Not to mentioned, he was an employee. An employee I had lured into my office, face-fucked, taken home, fucked, tied up, fucked again, knotted, and nearly bit a chunk out of. All in about five hours. I put my face into my hand and took a deep breath. I was going to need to have some serious self-reflection about my level of self-control.

"Hey, really, I'm fine and that was great", Jayce picked up on my concern, "And to be honest, the whole biting thing was kind of hot...let's just be careful with the teeth next time, alright...sir?"

I flinched at the word sir. Trying to rile me up even now. This fucking wolf...

"Yeah, I think that would be for the best...". I relaxed, feeling the tension leaving my body. He truly did seem to be fine with the whole situation. "In the meantime, we will be stuck here for quite a while." I smirked, reaching around and putting a hand on his torso, feeling a small bulge from the size of my engorged cock and the copious amount of cum now trapped in his bowels. "Let's try and get a bit more comfortable."

---Kyle---

There was a flash and a crash as lightning struck in the distance. The rain pattered the outside of my small car as I lay in the backseat, my brown fur illuminated by the glow of my phone. Usually, the rain was a pleasant thing for me- the cathartic sound of pattering rain was one of the few things earthly things that could give me peace. It drowned out my worries and my fears and lulled me into the peaceful safety of sleep.

Instead, the rain only served to remind me where I was. Instead of being asleep in my own home, in my own bed, I was in the back of my car, in the back of a grocery store parking lot. Grayson. Fucking Grayson. The only man who could tear me down or build me up at the drop of a hat. I pushed my hand into my face and sobbed.

Some part of me has always known that this is wrong. That being berated and insulted are not the actions of someone who loves me. It was always the same. He would be fine for a while. Sweet, even. Then came the insults. The jealousy. Berated for every little thing, torn down for the slightest transgression, sometimes even lashing out at strangers. Finally, the explosion. The screaming. Tearing me down with whatever ammo he could find. Small. Useless. Slut.

But then came the apologies. The promises of change. And he would for a while- before the cycle started all over again.

People had tried to warn me. Friends and family had all been chased away, either by my own posing or Grayson's menace. Finally, earlier this evening, Grayson had crossed the line. After mentioning I had invited Jayce to see a movie with us, Grayson had lost his mind. Screaming, calling me a slut, the normal stuff. I tried to argue back, to say that it wasn't like that, that Jayce was just a friend and that it didn't matter anyways- we had agreed to be open, though at times like these that seemed to only apply to Grayson.

I called him a hypocrite. I told him that he couldn't talk to me that way, and that I've had enough of his shouting. I told him that it was my house we were living in- and if I wanted to, I could sleep with anyone that I wanted to. He seethed, grabbing me by the collar. It happened so faster I barely had time to register what was happening before his fist came down on the black spot around my eye.

I broke into tears and left, wishing I had the courage to stand up the Hyena twice my size. Wishing that I had the courage to leave earlier, before my life was in ruins. Now Grayson was in the house I was paying for, probably getting drunker and drunker as he broke my things to "punish" me for daring to have a friend.

Jayce. He is the only friend I have left. Jayce is an enigma to me. He generally ignores Grayson's bullshit and seems to be able to put up with whatever crap comes out of my mouth. I looked down at my phone and winced at the message I had just sent. Did Jayce even see me the same way that I saw him? To him, I was probably just a work friend. Someone he would go out with once or twice a week. The loud, short guy with the shitty boyfriend.

It wasn't fair of me to ask him for a place to stay tonight. I almost asked him earlier in the day, when I went back to the office. But I froze. I froze and spewed some macho bullshit, then left. Was it fair of me to involve him in this mess? My mess? Jayce was a good person and would probably say yes. But Jayce only knew half of what was going on. If he knew the truth, would he even want to speak to me anymore?

I sighed, again looking down at my phone. Zero messages. It was 1am when I sent the text. Jayce was probably already asleep. It was going to be a long night, and an awkward day at work tomorrow. I closed my eyes and tried my best to let the patter of rain lull me to sleep.