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There were some nights when Kelly was particularly nervous. Nights where he was planning on a different type of show, or a completely new routine, where he wasn’t sure if he had everything down. Nights where he was doing something sexual that he’d never done before. Nights where the crowd of Hedonix, the club he worked at, was particularly rowdy or threatening…sometimes they were a lot more aggressive than normal, enough that Angirus had to be very selective of who he allowed up lest they get someone who thought the rules were for other people and not them. Having been at the dance/sex shows for a while, he knew how to manage those nerves better than he used to, but there was no question they still came up. And he knew Angirus, his Guilmon partner, felt the same way - though, it was never evident in the way he performed.

However, some nights were the opposite - not only no nerves, but basically a relaxation. Tonight was one of those nights. And the reason was simple: for this show, he didn’t have to do anything but lay there.

In fact, he COULDN’T do anything but lay there.

He could hear the whispers of the crowd as he was lifted up from below the stage, slowly brought to the point of action. The stage was shrouded in an unnatural darkness, preventing anyone from seeing him too early. Just another way of teasing them, though it also prevented any unruly crowd members from jumping into the fray to cause a disruption. That had happened to him a couple times during different shows...usually the digimon with him would dissuade that, but he had solo dances too, and some digimon were notoriously poor at self-control. By this point Kelly took that in stride, but it had been a bit of a rough moment the first time he’d encountered it.

Of course, there were some nights where he almost was TRYING to get someone to break, too.

No trying was going to happen tonight, though he knew he would be enticing all the same. When the lights finally came up, the whoops from the crowd were quite intense at the sight of a trussed-up human, clearly helpless and just waiting for a good fucking. The rig was designed perfectly for him, holding him at just the right height and making sure he couldn’t do anything but wriggle ineffectually. His arms were strapped behind his back, at just the angle where they would be least uncomfortable. His legs were bent up and spread wide, providing easy access to his ass. Everything was held firmly with belts and bars that bound him perfectly while ensuring that nothing stayed in the way of those who would be having fun with him. Basically the ideal bondage rig.

For all the time he’d spent with the makers, it damn well should have been. He hadn’t put himself in the testing of it for hours upon hours for nothing.

Granted, it wasn’t purely for the stage, so his personal investment in it counted for more than just the display. But he’d seen some of the bondage shows put on by others in the club, and the idea spoke to him. Why not put himself out there for a nice digimon to make use of him as he saw fit? And there were many ways Kelly got trussed up on stage, the rig was just the most elaborate set-up. Sometimes it was merely cuffs and a simple spreader bar, sometimes he was hung from a rig, sometimes he was merely restrained by a digimon’s power…any one of them was fine for Kelly.

And so was pretty much anyone taking him when he was bound like that. Of course, Angirus was his first choice for that, the Guilmon loved the idea of being the taker as much as Kelly loved the idea of being the victim. But part of the thrill was being helpless and having no control, and that meant no control over who claimed him as well…audience members rushing and taking him was especially fun when he was bound. But sometimes it was more set up, and Angirus was far from his only ‘dance partner,’ just his most frequent one. Tonight, he was going to be double-teamed - another participant to ensure that he got thoroughly used in front of the eager onlookers. Angirus hadn’t said who it would be, but once he heard the footsteps as they approached, Kelly knew immediately who was joining in, and that only made him more eager.

The crowd’s clamor rose up a bit further as the participants approached from the rear of the stage. Angirus was accompanied by a Flamedramon by the name of Spetz, both looking supremely confident as well as supremely horny. There was no question they were ready to get on with the show, their eyes drinking in the sight of the utterly helpless, incredibly eager human served up in front of them.

Spetz had been the obvious choice for added participant for Angirus. The Flamedramon was insanely popular at the club, and for good reason. As a dancer he was second to none - wildly agile, insanely rhythmic, and skilled beyond belief. As a sexual participant, he was as versatile as they came, willing to top or bottom, dom or sub, whatever the situation demanded. His build was lithe, he had muscle but also quite a distinct leanness, a direct contrast to Angirus’s more bulky frame and a nice counterpoint to him. He was a bit taller than Angirus, but on the smaller side for a Flamedramon. Everything combined made him the best choice for a double-team as far as the Guilmon was concerned, and Spetz hadn’t even hesitated a microsecond at the proposal. Then again, few of the club’s dancers would hesitate at the chance to fuck Kelly.

They didn’t immediately get to the sex, though. Firstly they separated and went to their places, Spetz taking the human’s rear while Angirus went to his head. With a deep, thumping beat coming around them, they caressed Kelly’s body, leaning over him and around him to run their fingers and claws along his exposed skin, making him shiver. Neither one was about to do any harm with their claws, but the sharpness was nevertheless imposed on Kelly, the memory and thought of it embedding indelibly in his mind. He loved it...the fact that these creatures could do so much damage in so little time, the power they had over him now amplified several times over in his bound state...to think at one point he had feared that. Now he almost lived for it...even when some of the patrons he served went too far and marked him up, he couldn’t even say that was unpleasant.

The hot, sulfuric scent of Angirus’s cock was teasing him, as the length swayed in front of his eyes. Always so big, always so wonderful...he loved that shape, with that thick pointed head, the rounded bumps on the underside just at the base of the head, the thick fleshy spikes that dotted the robust shaft, and that well-swollen knot at the base that sought to claim a passage for itself without argument. Both his holes had deep familiarity with every part of it, and yet it never ceased to amaze and impress him...there was something special about it that resonated with him in a way that others didn’t.

Not that he found others particularly lacking. Indeed, Spetz’s cock rubbing between his asscheeks was more than desirable...and as usual, a complete surprise. The Flamedramon was an inveterate modder, he changed cocks more often than some people changed clothes - Kelly was fairly sure he’d never been fucked by the exact same dick twice in his shows with Spetz. He tended to stay pretty close to the same size, which was roughly the length as Angirus’s and slightly thinner, but it was the shape and the texture and the other embellishments that could vary like nobody’s business. Right now, Kelly could feel the familiar scratchiness of short barbs against his skin, and the fluids left behind a tingling sensation...he could also feel the tip here and there when Spetz pulled back, pointed but flaring out in a sort of diamond-shape, which he was pretty sure wasn’t something he’d felt from any source before and would probably be quite the experience.

Finally, the teasing claw scratches were put behind him, and two pairs of strong hands grabbed the rig. The headpiece was loosened and Kelly’s head was tipped back, and he dutifully opened his mouth…and within just a few seconds that thick Guilmon cock was shoved inside. A moment later, Spetz’s cock breached his as and drove in to the hilt as well, ensuring that the human was feeling pulsing heat at both ends. He moaned as loud as he could into Angirus’s shaft, but it muzzled most of what he could get out, and what little noise he could make was drowned out easily by the hoots and hollers from the crowd as they watched Kelly get used like the slut they wanted him to be.

Both digimon started to buck without reservation, making sure they went nice and rough on Kelly to enhance the crowd’s enjoyment. They could easily see the bulges at either end of the the human…Kelly was small enough that it was a pretty potent stretch through him, and both his throat and his gut were sporting noticeable bulges. Thanks to a bit of subtle modding, they were probably more prominent than they would have been on another human - compression definitely limited how much stretching one saw, but Kelly knew that seeing bigger ones would make it look much more like he was being imposed on, and the audience loved that. In terms of feeling, though, that thickness was pretty intense regardless of how it looked, both threat and ass taut around those fiery pokers. Just as always…it took a fairly small digimon to NOT stretch him out pretty potently, and he didn’t get too many of those.

And the heat! Of course two fiery digimon would be putting off a lot of heat, their cocks burning hot and their precut steaming and searing his passages as it leaked and spurted out of them. Both making Kelly feel quite heated up on both ends, and it rarely just stayed there, spreading out more and more and making his whole body start to feel wonderfully warm. And then there was the stimulation from those features on each of them…the bumps and spikes on Angirus’s cock felt divine, just the right amount of rub and scratch to feel sensational, distinct and powerful but also delightful, and the barbs raking against his ass from Spetz’s cock were sharp and thrilling, as were the points on that firm diamond-shaped head. He could also feel the tingle from Spetz’s fluids, sharper and starker where the heat was sensitizing him…it was bizarre but still pleasant, making him squirm the tiniest bit.

Of course, the tiniest bit was all he could - his thoroughly bound body was incapable of making any significant motion. The only part of him truly free to move around was his dick, rocking back and forth under the forceful thrusts of the two digimon…a measly, pitiful thing even by human standards, which many digimon were all too happy to point out. Something Kelly was well aware of, and which was no accident - he’d let Angirus draw some of that during their size-shifting incident way back when, and hadn’t asked for that back anymore than he’d asked for his size back. They said size didn’t matter, but digimon didn’t feel the same way - big cocks belonged on more dominant mons, and the more undersized you were, the better a sub you were. And Kelly had embraced that mindset, since it worked for him - his minute prick was for display purposes only anyway, merely there to entice dominant digimon to enjoy using him more, and it was exceedingly effective at that.

And it was close to going off, too…Spetz and Angirus were ruthlessly effective at turning up his arousal to the maximum, all that raw stimulation overwhelming the human’s brain. Kelly moaned, squeezed, slurped and swallowed, doing all he could to work up his takers, slutting it up as much as he could for the crowd in his state. A knot was being smacked against each of his openings, making the slaps and squishing sounds louder and more noticeable even over the growing vocality of the crowd. He could hear a lot of eager panting and growling and grunting from that direction…they were definitely enjoying it, how visibly his little additions were on display was tough to say but what they were seeing was doing the trick for them.

Above him, Angirus and Spetz were getting close…from his angle, he couldn’t see their faces, but he could hear their own moans and grunts and growls more distinctly, and Angirus’s he was especially familiar with, he had a specific inflection in his growls that came when he was on the verge, and he was hearing that now. Spetz he didn’t know quite that intimately, but the Flamedramon’s dick was throbbing much more effusively than Angirus’s cock did, a very definite physical tell that was probably not accidental. It made him feel that much tighter back there, even on top of Kelly’s squeezing and his already robust size. It was almost time…

Kelly himself went off first, though, his seed jetting into the air almost straight up and splattering down on his body. Despite his size, he had a fairly noticeable volume to his emissions, though they were thin and runny, clearly lacking in vitality…another little mod, increasing volume but not overall potency, so that he could more visibly show off his climax but also making him look substandard in terms of masculine virility even though there was plenty of it. All sorts of little touches applied to him to make him appeal to those powerful, dominant digimon who craved his subby ass and wanted to put on their own show. They weren’t just special effects, though…these were actual changes made to himself, real physical changes from the various mods. If there was one thing Kelly wanted, it was for everything to be as real as possible…the more real it was, the more real the audience would treat it, and THEY definitely loved when it was real.

Spetz and Angirus weren’t long in following him in climax. Angirus was just a little in front of the Flamedramon, roaring out as he pounded his knot against Kelly’s lips and forced it in, making Kelly gluk a bit as his jaw was over-stretched - he could definitely feel that, even if there was no pain involved, his mouth and throat felt extremely overstuffed as that blazing seed was poured directly into his stomach. Soon his ass was made to join the party, as Spetz’s cry came in over Angirus’s growl and his own knot was rammed in - and Kelly jerked a bit as he felt a LOT more than he expected, the knot itself was pretty densely spiked, not smooth like most! When his ass swallowed it up and clamped down on it, it felt almost sharp and wicked, dramatically adding to the sensations he was already swimming in. And that hot seed gushing into him, it was BUZZING, in addition to the expected heat, that tingle was way more potent than with his precum, and it was making him feel even more fire-sensitive on top of that…and all Kelly could do was take it all, accept it as his welcome fate, unable to resist or refuse even a slight bit…THAT was what made it such a thrill.

He was locked up pretty tight for a bit, the crowd cheering the successful debasement of the human slut quite raucously. Kelly was flushed, partly from the heat, partly from the immense stretch of his jaw, partly from the satisfaction that they were cheering for him…maybe they wanted to see him used and abused, but those cheers were genuine, a display of their satisfaction with his performance. When he’d first started, he’d never imagined he’d get this kind of gratification out of being a wanton slut, but now he couldn’t imagine getting it from anything else…that was how good and right it felt.

Of course, the crowd was perhaps being a bit premature…they weren’t done yet.

Kelly felt both mons steel up, and tried to brace himself…but it was always so hard to prepare for what a de-knotting felt like. If he thought his jaw was stretched before, Angirus pulling out made it feel like the Guilmon was going to pull it right out of him. Of course, he didn’t, he just popped VERY loudly and dragged his cock out, giving Kelly a proper taste of his seed for the first time that night. He’d been deprived it due to the depth that tip had been in, but it was fine, because he could have his taste pretty much any time…that was a thought cast away quickly when Spetz made his own extraction, and THAT was an adventure, those thick spikes making much more of an impact when he ripped that knot out of the human’s ass, making Kelly nearly scream out. If ANYTHING was going to be painful, he would have imagined it to be that…thankfully it wasn’t, but it was exceptionally intense, more so than just about anything Kelly could remember in recent memory, and he was definitely feeling it in his rear end well after the Flamerdramon was out of him. That was going to be a memorable experience, he’d have to ask about it later…

That was for later, though. Right now, he was still bound, still unable to just about anything other than pant, his chest heaving up and down visibly - the straps able to allow that while forbidding any other significant movements, a good thing because he was going to be gassed a lot in this rig. His face was wet and messy, though not from cum, just Angirus’s other natural fluids, though that was more than enough to leave that shaky musk in Kelly’s nostrils with every breath. He could feel Spetz’s cum leaking out of his slightly gaping asshole, letting that sting trail down, though it was weaker than on its initial release, just a faint buzz that felt pretty good overall. His entire body was warm, he was sweating a bit from the feeling, like he was in a very comfortable sauna…it was making his body relax a bit, settling his down for the next act.

The blue-and-white legs and torso of Spetz entered Kelly’s vision now, as disorientingly inverted as one would expect in his position. That red, steaming cock was even more in his face, still plenty hard, still plenty ready for action. He opened wide, and Spetz shoved in, providing little fanfare as that barbed length speared into his throat; he could feel the firm points of that diamond head in his throat, poking a bit but far from unmanageable. The hot and spicy flavor was different from Angirus’s, less dry and thick and more tangy, and supplemented by that weird buzzing fluid that seemed to light up his taste buds with a changing flavor, hints of sweetness and sourness and bitterness, blending together but different elements being more prominent than the others at different times. He settled into the second round of facefucking, moaning and slurping around the cock, a little bit more active as it wasn’t quite as thick as Angirus’s so he could work a little more around it.

There was a loud clack from the other end of the rig, and then a creak that Kelly could feel through the frame. Angirus was stepping up onto some unfoldable footstands, getting some extra height so he could bear down on Kelly more easily…he could hear and feel those clawed hands coming down on handholds on either side of Kelly’s body, making it easy for the Guilmon to stabilize himself. The human’s heart started to thud as he sensed that impressive dino body bearing down on him, he couldn’t see it but he could just FEEL Angirus’s imposing presence…and a similarly imposing presence at his ass, where the tip of that fantastic cock was readying to drill into him. Kelly could feel his own erection swelling back to life, being bent down a bit by Angirus leaning over him…it was a gesture that was not strictly necessary, Angirus could easily have hammered into him upright like Spetz had, but there was a reason he was doing it this way, one that would be made evident before it was all over…and Kelly was finding the anticipation hard to quell.

A snarl above him, and Angirus drove in, parting Kelly’s ass effortlessly and slamming his knot into that well-used hole. Kelly saw stars as the pleasure raced through him once more, and he clenched down reflexively on Angirus’s tool, tightening himself as much as he could for the Guilmon. The crowd was eating it up, roaring in obvious approval as Kelly was taken from both ends once more, making up for the fact that Kelly couldn’t make much noise of his own. He’d’ve been cheering right along with them if he could have…he’d just have to settle for pleasuring the two of them as much as he could.

They were doing most of the work again, though. Angirus was plunging in and out, ravaging the human with a ferocity that was even more intense than his usual - he was clearly keyed up, and Kelly knew exactly why, it was the same reason he himself was, the finale of their little act tonight. That knot was pounding hard against his hole, but it was a teasing pound, Kelly knew Angirus could have easily embedded it if he wanted to…it hadn’t been that long ago that they’d done a special show that had the human being knotfucked from the very start, one of the most intense ruttings he’d ever had, probably second only to the very special escapade that had him taking a full-sized Tuskmon and Greymon. (When they said 100% compatibility, they MEANT it.) But most of the time, that made for a much more satisfying finisher, and Angirus was happy to check himself just enough to make sure it didn’t go in, pushing Kelly to the point where he’d almost beg for it…or actually beg for it, as happened plenty often.

It was similar on the other end, with Spetz pounding his own knot against Kelly’s jaw with a bit more force, but still clearly no intent to go in yet. This end wasn’t one that could be as comfortably used in that way, though, so there was more reason to restrain himself…not that he was doing too much of that, and the rest of the Flamedramon’s cock was doing plenty to keep Kelly’s head whirling. The rough scratching of his threat was significantly sharper than the spikes on Angirus elicited, and that buzzing fluid made everything feel significantly more sensitive on top of that. Kelly was doing his best to keep up with his part even through that, swishing his tongue around and swallowing around that thick staff, letting the knot smack against his lips teasingly. One very distinct difference: said knot was not spiked anymore, instead as smooth as the other mon’s. Toggleable spikes…he actually sprang for active mods? He must be raking it in, those aren’t cheap…

The two continued to use him, getting even more rough and ferocious than last time, Kelly’s bliss getting even higher as a consequence. Angirus’s dick was reaping his ass, and that viral fire was being carried deep in him on those spurting fluids, making him feel hotter and that little intangible prickle through his insides and his loins. And the scaly body was low enough over him that it was rubbing against his cock, the underside now as it had gotten bent upwards towards Kelly’s head at some point, getting more stimulation than the previous round and leaking a lot more as a result. Spetz’s knot smacking against Kelly’s lips was making a lot more noise as more pre and saliva was leaking out, and Kelly could swear his throat was spasming from those raking barbs…he wondered if the crowd could see it in the bulge in his throat, probably nearly equally prominent to the one before. The one in his gut area probably was barely visible thanks to Angirus’s position over him…but the crowd would have an even better sight soon enough.

Harder, faster, closer to the finish…Kelly was shaking madly in those bonds, unable to do much more than that. He was so close, so close to the finish, but he couldn’t get over…not this time, not with a sneaky little hold on his climax, that little tingle from Angirus’s fluids carrying a virus to keep him from unloading until he was properly triggered. His head was really reeling now, the added strain of a blocked orgasm compounding the taking use of his body, the musk-suffused air flooding his lungs and almost drugging him with monstrous lust, the continued battering of his prostate and that redoubling heat coursing through his body…his vision blurred, not that he could see much except Flamedramon crotch anyway, he had to rely on feel, and he could feel the two building up, trying to push themselves to the limit with almost animal ferocity, proving their dominion over Kelly and staking their claim on him…

Spetz was the first to get there, and he was emphatic about it. His hands gripped onto Kelly’s neck and he let out a yell as he drove that knot inside the human’s lips, even more forceful that Angirus had been and sinking it in with a loud pop. Once again, Kelly felt that cock geyser down his throat, hot and tingly lava rushing into him, except that this time there was just enough space for some of it to leak back into his mouth, bathing his tongue in the jizz and making it light up with the more intense flavor and heat, again that mix of several flavors that seemed to chaotically compete for attention with each other, each one standing out if he thought about it but fading into the background when he tried to catch another.

He was so caught up in it that he didn’t realize what else what happening…until it hit in a sudden surge. Angirus let out a powerful snarl above Kelly, and almost pulled himself forward, slamming his knot inside Kelly’s ass and embedding it firmly. His own lava started to surge into the human, but that wasn’t the only thing being delivered - in a sudden, abrupt yet deliberate motion, the Guilmon’s head dove down to Kelly’s right shoulder, and, right in front of the viewing audience, opened wide and clamped down HARD - and as soon as the loud <CRUNCH> was heard, a jet of raging fire billowed out of Angirus’s gullet, flaring over the skin and rushing out of the corners of his mouth.

Now THIS hurt, and it hurt a LOT - and the only reason Kelly didn’t scream out was because he was so completely inundated with cock and cum that only a burbling moan could even leak out the slightest bit. But it was a pain that was also freeing, unlocking that pent-up climax, and Kelly was almost completely blanked by the surge, pain and pleasure twisting together in an unstoppable combination that ran roughshod over his senses. His eyes rolled back, vision went white as he came harder than he ever could remember, painting his and Angirus’s stomach with spurt after spurt of runny semen. Even his very limited squirming had been totally arrested, only some reflexive spasms and twitches coming from him now as he fought to cling to consciousness, riding the storm of inputs into his battered mind with barely anything to ground him other than the feel of those fangs buried into his shoulder - Angirus was his anchor, even in this bizarre fashion.

Somehow, he made it through. The waves of pleasure and pain both relented, and the heat from both ends tapered off, helping Kelly to get a hold of himself and carefully step away from the precipice of mindlessness. Angirus opened his maw and let go of Kelly’s shoulder, but he could still feel it, the punctures, the burn…he could hear the crowd going nuts, and he knew exactly why. What Angirus had done was well beyond anything they had probably expected to see…and even though he couldn’t look at it, Kelly knew exactly what was there. A series of puncture marks on either side of his shoulder, and on top, a very conspicuous brand of the hazard symbol, Angirus’s signature…an indelible mark of ownership. Surely, no one in the audience had expected to witness an actual claiming in front of their eyes...in fact the only ones who knew it was coming were the ones onstage, a little extra surprise for the night.

The lights above them dimmed, heralding the end of the show. There was no emphatic pull-out this time, the performers holding their places as the stage went dark around them, one last round of vivacious applause from the audience at their departure, along with a few cheeky calls for an encore that were not to be fulfilled. As they began to disperse, Kelly felt himself truly settle down, almost having to fight to remain awake…it had been quite the intense show, and all he’d had to do was lay there. Sometimes it was nice to not have to do much else.

———

It took a bit, but eventually, everyone got disconnected from each other, and from everything in Kelly’s case. Angirus, carrying Kelly in his arms, and Spetz were walking back into the performer quarters, the connected residences for performers at Hedonix - full-time housing for those who wished to take advantage, free as long as they kept working there. A good deal for quite a few, since housing could be tricky to come by in some places, particularly for a good price. “I think you guys mighta outdone yourselves,” remarked Spetz as they strode along, stretching his limber body. “It’s hard to get ‘em to cheer that loud by myself.”

“Making a human sub for you is almost cheating,” agreed Angirus with a snicker. “Especially with something as extreme as this, most of ‘em won’t get to see that live in front of their eyes.”

“The idea of an ownership brand was genius. They really ate that up.”

“Yeah…I couldn’t believe how loud they were cheering…” sighed Kelly, weary yet pleased. His hand was stroking along his branded shoulder; the bite marks had faded, but he could still feel them - they would always be there, but wouldn’t necessarily be visible unless one of them willed it. The hazard-symbol brand, on the other hand, was a fixture that wasn’t going anywhere, stubbornly remaining on the top of his shoulder. “Heh, too bad we can only pull that off once.”

“Eh? Why’s that?” asked Spetz. “Jus’ scrub it off, show marks come off easy.”

“Yeah, they do…the real ones, though, those are pretty firmly set.”

Spetz blinked, and then his eyes widened. “W-wait…that’s…that’s a REAL ownership brand?! You actually-?!”

Angirus grinned. “We’ve been talking about it for a couple weeks. We play the roles pretty much all the time anyway, so…well, why NOT make it formal? Kelly wanted it, I wanted it, it just made sense. And if we could get a show out of it…”

“I know they can do show marks, but…I always think it’s better when it’s real,” agreed Kelly. “And if it was something I wanted…what better way to drive it home than to have Angirus claim me as his in front of everyone?”

“Holy hell…” Spetz rubbed his head, an expression of wonder and disbelief on his face. “You two really do take things to the next level…no wonder they eat you up. I hope that doesn’t mean I don’t get to perform with him anymore, though…”

“Hah, no worries about that,” snickered Angirus. “Just because I own him doesn’t mean I’m gonna hog him all to myself. I know what my pet loves, and being a slut is at the top of the list. I’m just gonna make sure I do a few more fun things with him.”

“Well, that’s good to know.” They paused as they reached Kelly and Angirus’s place, Spetz giving them a nod. “Well, uh, congrats, I think. Not sure I know how to respond to that sort of occasion, but, hey, thanks for letting me be a part of it…I may not be able to mark him like that, but I hope I can get some good reactions next time I’m up there with him.”

“I’m sure you’ll manage,” the Guilmon replied. “Later.” As Spetz continued on, Angirus opened their door and entered their space - it was basically one large room with only a bathroom as a separate room, but it was fairly large, readily accommodating two people, with a kitchen and dining area on one side, a bed on the other, and plenty of room for general living and entertainment in between.

Only the bed was of interest for now, though, as Angirus carried Kelly over there and laid him down on the bed, before climbing on and holding him close. “Finally official…this was a great idea, Kelly. Having everyone watching…it just made everything so much more…thrilling.”

“Yeah…and it made it that much more real, too. Like…this isn’t something just between us, lots of people know. They’re gonna talk about it…it’s gonna become a thing to them, and that’ll make it just even more real and permanent.” Kelly snuggled into Angirus, moaning softly into the digimon’s shoulder. “Just how I wanted it…I’m gonna love being yours, Angirus. I mean…I’ve already always loved it, but just having it be that much more real, I’m gonna love that even more. And YOU even more, too.”

“Heh, I always think there’s a limit somewhere, but somehow I keep finding more and more to love about you, too.” Angirus murred as he squeezed his human, huffing a bit of steam as he settled in for the night. Formalizing their relationship, maybe it seemed like just a mild thing if that was how they were already, but it meant a lot to both of them. And with it settled beyond any doubt, they could go forward having all the fun they intended to have, with no need to have any wonder about where they stood…a good life they both enjoyed, getting even better. What more could they ask for?