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For a soldier, who knew he could dream so vividly, so colorful. Miles who followed, and could almost exceed, his father's footsteps dreamt about being a prince in a fantasy world where he planned to be a king, or even a high king. But it wasn't as action packed as his life was, which felt great. In his dream, the time of fighting had come to pass, and now he had to put up with bureaucracy and economics. Stuff that rolled his eyes back in class in the real world, but a better alternative compared to fighting. Ironically, however, his dreamt up self preferred to have witnessed the fighting rather than deal with politics.

The dream ended when he met Alex in it, an off-world dragon from this fantasy world where he himself was a native 'Silver Wolf'. It was as if the real him should finally experience Alex in person on this brand new day. Even if this reality hadn't the magic, all he could ask for was his supportive father, his best friend, and his boyfriend, whom he cuddled closer to on their bed. This experience may have gone on for a few months already but it always felt like the first time he'd done it. Waking up to somebody beside him during peacetime, to be able to reach out and hold onto him. Scales instead of fur, though rigid enough to stop bullets, was warm and soft to him. Or having someone else praise him for his muscles that were not his own voices.

It was weird but in great ways. They understood each other, explored one another both physically and emotionally. And for Miles, he started acknowledging the shared responsibility that was their fruitful relationship. There was more to it though than the doujins or ero-comics he read. There were the dates, the random exchanges in dialogue, coming home from an exhausting day together doing military work. It was also the dullness of normalcy that experiencing it with him, or knowing that he had someone to come home to, nullified that fact.

However, there was one caveat, which ate up Miles a week into their relationship. He didn't have the courage to tell Alex yet, nor Adrian, nor his father; their line of work was risky for each other. Once the puppy's eyes had gone, Miles realized that he met his dragon in the battlefield indirectly at first, having saved him. And once more hours later of that same day in the hospital. A great shadow of doubt casted itself over him, a fear that he could not afford. And it would go away, always, whenever he saw his dragon's face kissed by the dawning sun. Glistening blue scales that murmured his name whenever he too woke up, holding onto the white wolf and nuzzling into his fur. He had that morning breath smell but that was insignificant to his beauty.

"Morning, marshmallow," Alex mumbled against his chest, purring like a cat.

Miles felt his warm exhales, calming himself further as he hugged him closer, "Morning to you too, hun." He couldn't think of a food-related nickname, but he will next time.

This was also a nice new thing to experience, these nicknames they exchanged. Wearing speedos in bed, but it was tenting his massive bulge so-and-so that his crotch fur peeked out from the outlines of his cockring. Made of rubber and a dark color to contrast his white fur down there, it used to be restrictive at first but it became a part of him the longer he wore them. From their first night together back at the strip club, through training, and even during one firing exercise that Alex constantly teased him constantly. Speaking of, his partner convinced him of doing this together for fun but it felt like an honest commitment too. And, in turn, he convinced him they have their fun before a mirror, and to show off those muscles.

Miles felt those scales up more, strong and well-maintained. His own could rival its rigidness but he had skin and fur. And he kept touching him, not like Alex disapproved of it. In fact, he'd become accustomed to his caresses.

"Mmmmm my favorite masseur," Alex muttered some more, flexing the muscles that his wolf massaged.

Miles played along, "And my best customer." He nuzzled those warm blue scales that sheened against the sunrise. The scent was very pronounced, where their fun nights prior still lingered. Or perhaps it could be from below their sheets as he felt his own shaft throb still, trying to break free of its nylon prison. Moreso as he saw Alex's who had been under the same spell too. Before he would give him a 'happy ending' he pressed his entire body against him, fur rubbing against scale. Not as active as their more intimate sessions, but intense enough to get them worked up. Feeling each other's hot breaths as their hands slowly explored their sides.

Alex did it groggily, almost like an instinct thus felt natural with caresses that hovered over Miles' derriere. His partner, on the other hand, knew the spots to grip, giving him a sense of belonging and groundedness through a firm hold on his sides. And they exchanged simple kisses on the lips before finding themselves in a tight hug once more, with their bulges frotting against each other.

Panting and subtle moans followed after the kissing, their bedsheets being ruffled to their movements. A whispered exchange of 'I love you's' before the tender repetition of these noises. Miles, the bottom of their bedroom, took charge of stripping their bed-worn swimwear though only halfway as he wanted to feel his white sacs brush against the contrast of Alex's scaly nuts. His entire body tingled when he felt the distinction through his sensitive spots. In doing so made his own manhood twitch and frot against his partner's, pre oozing out, and in the motion, found themselves coating their tips.

Alex hugged him with one arm and grasped his hips with the other, feeling the supple wolfy curves. He felt him shudder in delight, with the white wolf's cheeks turn pink because he had the authority here. With a nod, it was time for the next step of their routine.

Miles glanced his muzzle down, chin inched between the space of their hot bodies. He reached out for both thick black shafts, glistening ever so slightly with pre and, with one firm hand, held them together. Alex throbbed in his grasp and against his own shaft, and did so in kind. Felt each other's desire not only for lust, but for love as he kissed him once again. Their cock rings seemed to inhibit their passionate heat, letting it build up within them for a much more powerful climax in the long run.

With Miles picking up the pace slowly getting them off while coating their shafts with pre, Alex grinded them together with subtle hip motions. The same hand he held the wolf's side with had crawled over around his rear, squeezing his toned as before sliding his index around his pink hole.

Miles froze up, his insides shocked in ecstasy as he felt a finger tip ring around his tailstar. "Hun!" He moaned out, burying his face against the dragon's scales still murmuring how good it felt to be teased. It had been a week since they've had a proper fuck which meant they were going to during this Friday eve.

"Good thing we took our leave today," Alex remarked close to his tingling ears, "That means I can be extra rough with you." He plunged a knuckle in, resulting in the wolf moaning with a howl against him. "Good boy," he whispered, Miles' tails wagging so their blanket is further pushed away from their exposed bodies.

Miles panted, lifting his head over and they exchanged looks. His own was of need, while Alex had a smug demeanor knowing he wouldn't get his cock until later. But it didn't hurt to try, "Maybe you can fuck me now?"

"Maybe on your birthday," the dragon chuckled and eased up on the teasing. "I fuck you till you wake up."

His ears perked at the suggestion, a seductive smile with a low-hanging look on his face, "Deal." The response was melodic, wishing he would've been celebrating his birthday now. He picked up where he left off and gradually increased the pace at which he stroked their shafts, both at their fullest mast. Imagination normally carried him through but his partner's presence demanded his attention, moreso that he was close. Though his partner wasn't because Alex hadn't shown that he was.

And he wasn't one to hide it either, the dragon felt his libido increase with each passing moment. Huffed and growled with a pleased rumble, he grinded against Miles' equally large shaft faster, opposite of the motion they frotted. The first sign that he approached his climax was the wincing on his face, and always looking into his wolf's alluring garnet eyes.

Miles reciprocated by kissing him, which served to heighten his boyfriend's libido much more. His hand slid with lesser resistance now that they were slicker. Next, he heard him whimper and moan, his tail wagging faster the closer he reached his climax.

"Miles," Alex huffed, gripping his partner. "I'm getting kinda close."

Miles upped the ante, those words encouraged him to reach his climax faster. He thought of their intimate sessions in Sexy Studs, their last expensive session where they were wet cowboys. Being touched all over so intimately, his muscles admired. That got him going. His nuts surged with heat, knowing that he would climax together with his dragon. "Me too," he muttered as well.

Alex's precursor to the climax would be shutting his eyes tightly and embracing him ever so tight. Both his arms surrounded his white wolf who kept stroking him off. A surge of heat, almost like the inner fire of myth, erupted in the form of a roar as he came.

"Cumming..." Miles let out a satisfied moan as both hot cocks twitched and throbbed, his fingers covered in white essence. Some of it smudged against his white fur, almost blended in too, and stained the blue scales of his dragon that he kissed with eyes shut, feeling the moment his roar ended. But the stain became an understatement realizing that his partner kept cumming, and he felt his nuts which elicited a moan through their deep kiss.

Alex was still plumpy down there despite the puddle left on his stomach with its very deep erotic smell. And he could feel how sensitive his nuts were with how much Miles caressed him.

He enjoyed it whenever he held his jewels. Like the metaphor, these were valuable and bountiful. The musk it produced was intoxicating and he'd been muzzle down against it before, to both their delight. After he released his grasp, he sniffed his own hand and was twitching for round two. Alas, that had to wait.

They were on leave, sure, but they weren't slackers. Their bedside clock read '0800' and they hadn't left the bed yet. Miles proposed, "How's about a shower, babe?" He nuzzled against his chin.

Alex sniffed them, "As much as I enjoy smelling like this, let's," he leaned upwards, prompting Miles to get off him after he had gotten him off. "Can you, uh, reach the tissues for me though." He realized the mess he made, and he'd rather not spill over any to the bedsheets having just cleaned them last week. "I wouldn't want to make a mess. That said, let's get towels for tonight."

"Agreed," Miles felt conscious after that remark. The dried up streak across his body started to clump his fur. It would be much worse later but if it meant being one with Alex then it would be worth his time, and the arduous clean-up. Then again, if his legs were too wobbly from the impending ass fuck, his dragon would be the one to clean him up instead. A win-win for him. He got their post-wank tissue boxes from the bedside drawer and passed it onto him.

Alex cleaned himself with ten three-ply wipes before his partner helped him out of the bed, Miles leading him by the hand to their bathroom. Quite modest with a shower stall that was blocked by transparent curtains to give the other guest a viewing experience. He didn't account for the fact that he would have someone living with him this long, and itt was a tight squeeze where they were always body-to-body. Or in their present case, erection-to-erection.

Miles pulled him into some lips-to-lips before he reached around, backhand brushing against the dragon's wagging tail until he reached the shower knob. With a quick turn, they were showered upon my cold water, almost like rain. And they have seen movie or show scenes where a couple always kissed in them. They were yet to have such a moment, but for now? That was alright.

The price of water was high during this season, and they would use it as an excuse to 'save on their bills' whenever Miles gossipped with Adrian. There was truth in that they often used less water cleaning each other. Sometimes, though, being so close led to intimate situations, which led to longer shower sessions. That, too, was alright. And so they had another one of these intimate sessions but emphasis on just actual intimacy. A long hug in warm water, but not hot enough to scald them. They kissed, rubbed each other's sides, and touched each other's cocks but didn't try to get themselves off. Not yet. They simply wanted to admire each other, with Miles imagining the ideal life with him. With his Alex.

Miles thought that if he would have moments such as these in his future, or looking back to all the mundane stuff outside of sex, then it would be a life worth fighting for. In that very moment, his understanding of being a soldier further developed not only for the love of his homeland, and for his family and friends. The fear of losing his partner? Diminished, knowing that he would fight harder to keep him alive, well and living a future he wanted. "I love you very much," he whispered to him. Tearfully but masked by the warm shower.

"I love you too, Miles," Alex answered back. His azure eyes met with the wolf's ruby gaze. They held one another, holding those stares. The occasional giggle with how adorable both of them were being. It wasn't new but it didn't stop them regardless. They've giggled at trying to hold hands and failing before correcting themselves, or pulling a chair for the other, only for them to swap places and say their thanks. The dragon had been crying as well, the shower masking it.

But Miles' wolf-eyes saw it, and he embraced him one more time before they resumed the actual shower. They talked about the last time Miles hugged Alex so hard he became his own scrubbing brush while lathered in soap. And the topic shifted to their brunch plans and decided to cook their meal. Would their eggs be scrambled? Sunny side? Hard? Soft boiled? That last one resulted in Alex moaning because he was a fan of it, and Miles brushed his tail against the dragon's jewels. Soft boiled it was. Pancakes over waffles, baked bacon over pan-seared sausages, and a vacation hot chocolate over work-oriented coffee.

Out of the shower, both drying themselves with a pair of towels matching their eyes, they went over to the closet and put on thongs. It was surprisingly much more comfy than normal underwear. In some cases, brought out his ego more than the skimpy camo-speedos he wore. It showed off his white fluffy ass, coined by Alex, and even a few wolf-whistles from Sexy Studs. To top it all off, it had a better and flashier variety.

Sure, he loved the forest-green camouflage aesthetic of his speedo. Always had one even just before going to bootcamp. Actually, having one right before he went to bootcamp. But these thongs had one that sparkled, or transparent, or colored in the manner of a tuxedo with its own tiny bow-tie as well. They had multiple pairs that hung in Alex's closet.

Miles got the glossy version of his bottomwear. It twinkled enough without being pronounced. The colors were a mix of sky-blue and milk white, with small white particles that flashed a speck of light whenever the room was well illuminated. His partner wore a more comfy pair, a thin blue mesh that did little to hide the color of his dick, but whenever the fabric was pressed against it, he would melt on the spot.

Both of them were well endowed that if they had even been flaccid, it couldn't have been contained. But that had never happened yet- always tenting, and the tip oozed of pre. Their smell of orange soap and empowering shampoo were slowly overpowered by their musk.

"Like what you see, stud?" Miles posed off beside the closet's inner mirror, though he faced himself, he saw Alex in the reflection and referred to him more than himself.

"Of course," Alex purred, wrapping his arms tightly behind the white wolf. He grinded his bulge between the thin but strong fabric between his cheeks.

Miles played along, pretending to have been fucked by him but wished he had been. He turned and held his chin for a quick kiss, "And I love what I see."

"Touche," Alex smiled back at him.

They proceeded into the living room that led to their open kitchen. Cocks on the verge of breaking out, their nuts hanging out on either side of the hem without a care in the world. They were on the third floor after all, and the windows had views of low-hanging buildings, and a sunset that would be greeted by a small valley where it sets much much later.

Breakfast came into mind, and Miles was glad to have taken after his father and not his godfather. He was responsible for baking the bacon and melting the chocolate bars in a pan that he later added milk into. While Alex was a much better cook in the kitchen, responsible for the pancake mixture with added cinnamon and caramel, and soft boiled eggs.

The dragon mixed the ingredients for the batter vigorously but wanted to ask, "Do you want the soft boiled eggs in the egg, or on top of your pancakes, hun? Y'know, like an Egg's Benedict but not on English Biscuits."

"Ooooh, I want it like those egg shots you make," Miles squatted to check on the bacon, and to give his partner an eyeful of his cheeks with his tail raised, his pink hole peeking through the fabric. His boyfriend stared for a good while before squatting down himself, with his turn to give him an eyeful.

Alex, however, got the egg cups from the lower cabinet. Around five of them because Miles loved having three each time. He stood back up, presenting them to Miles though he swayed his hips side to side that made his pronounced bulge dance behind its mesh fabric.

The white wolf wolf-whistled what he saw, and gave him a wink knowing he would want that later. He went back to stirring the mixture of molten chocolate and milk. Once it started to bubble, he let it simmer so they could enjoy the drink hot rather than just lukewarm.

They exchanged places, Alex started working on boiling eggs in a different pan at a lower temperature while lining up the egg cups on the countertop beside. Afterwards he would alternate with pouring pancake into a different pan, and then putting the soft-boiled egg onto a cup. He worked like clockwork, as did Miles with setting up their dining table. Plates, forks, knives, glasses, and mugs all neatly arranged where they sit beside each other. It was a large oak that could accommodate a family, or big parties that his dragon rarely hosted.

Alex said before that it was a gift from his father who hoped for him to raise a family. And he himself found the idea of sitting opposite of his spouse to be weird, and preferred it side-by-side. It also meant he could flirt with him by feeding bites of pancakes, or touch his dick while suckling on sausages. Opportunities were endless. And with the wide side of the table facing their flatscreen, it meant they could watch a movie while eating dinner together. Or, funnily enough, have a video of a fireplace and pretend it was warmer and cozier.

When Miles returned to the oven to check on the bacon, Alex passed by while holding a pan full of pancakes on one hand and a spatula on the other. "Bacon's ready," Miles said as he saw the golden brown strips of crispy meat resting on a parchment, pooling on its own oil in the baking tray. He wore the oven mitts that hung on the handle of the cupboard beside and opened the oven. The tray was as warm as a spent shell with the mitts on, and he placed them on the cupboard. Closing the oven door with his foot, he went across and back with another plate with a paper towel, and a fork in hand. The bacon had to be dried of its grease.

Alex left behind two plates with three pancakes on each, coming back with an empty pan and Miles who passed him bringing their plate of bacon. He then fetched the eggcups and returned to the dining room, leaving three by Miles' plate. "Three for you, because you love these so much."

Miles licked his lips at the sight of them, "Mhm, I love having hot gooey stuff inside me." He bumped hips with him before returning to the stove to fetch their simmering hot coco.

"I love that too," Alex started cracking their top open. "But I love you more."

"I love you too," Miles returned with the hot coco and poured it into their mugs. An extra portion for his Alex as a trade-off for the eggs and for opening them too. Once all the kitchen utensils were stowed in the sink, Miles took photos of their meal and sent it to Joel who was always enthused to see these moments.

"What did Joel think?" Alex sat down and pulled the seat for him.

"Loves it," Miles showed him a wall of text in capital letters, praising the adorable breakfast, and how hearty and very fatty it all looked. It ended with a warning about their cholesterol intake which they dismissed. He sat down and leaned against his dragon for a moment. It was a pre-meal ritual they did together no matter where they were.

Alex pulled him into a hug, and a quick kiss on the nose which Miles embraced him tightly for. They held on for a minute, and proceeded to eat their breakfast. It was as spectacular as the last. Miles went for the eggshots, gulping one down where the yolk bursted down his throat. And he followed it up with Alex's signature pancakes that brought the salty-sweetness of caramel, intensified by the cinnamon. His dragon, on the other hand, audibly munched the baked bacon, tail wagging behind his seat with such enjoyed force that it vibrated the chair.

"I've had bacon like this before but you always make it taste better." Alex wondered, "Is it because of the seasoning?"

Miles chewed into his own making, crispy on the thinner cut of the meat, but tender on the thicker parts. After he swallowed and sipped his hot coco, "Bacon fat brings out the flavor, and you have to balance it out with the cut. So I don't use the ones that are packaged because it's an automated cut. Doesn't account for the portion of fat from the meat" He recalled having to cut the meat himself. "Chopped the slab yesterday."

"Ohhh, that's why," Alex, astonished, indulged himself in the taste and the realization clicked. The bacon fat didn't seem to be overwhelming that made him feel bloated, nor lacking that it was too crispy and would've had the texture of burnt tree. That last part had happened and was another story of its own.

But Miles had a quick summary of his, "Dad taught me during our hunting trips. Told me why homemade bacon is better. But it was too much of a hassle; the drive to a site, followed by getting permission, then tracking, then hunting, then killing, and slaughtering after." Given their newfound responsibilities and preferences, it was much better to just go to the grocer.

Alex finished all the bacon first before he enjoyed the rest of their breakfast. Both their tails swayed while engaging in conversation, with occasional texts from Adrian and Joel. Their breakfast ended with him kissing the white wolf on the cheek, leaving a brown chocolate lip smack on it.

They discussed what to do next, and it was to either watch a movie or play games on Alex's console. Miles prompted for the latter because there was a game that had come out but he didn't have the right console to play it with. Spider Man: Miles Morales was, as the critics said, an excellent spin-off to an already impressive series. Exclusive to only one console, that of which Miles did not have. He had played the game before it and finished it over the course of the week after their shift, and now he wanted to continue on the spin-off.

Both Alex and Miles lounged up on the sofa, the latter leaning against his partner and nuzzling him as the screen showed the console booting up.

"Did you know they're coming out with a sequel this year?" Alex said.

"Are you going to let me play it after you've finished it?" Miles looked up to him with wide-eyed excitement.

Adrian had a better compromise, "How about we switch turns whenever we die on the hardest difficulty?"

"Deal!" Miles exclaimed as he grabbed the controller beside him, with the game menu now on display. His current save was around 70% and on the 'Spectacular' difficulty which meant the most difficult. He didn't have to swap turns with Alex because he had 100%'d it already at the same difficulty as well. The challenge then was to accomplish that in less game time. He still had about 24 hours left but one tip Alex brought up was the last 10% being the most difficult; a series of collectathons after the story.

For now, however, Miles progressed through side quests that further enhanced the main storyline. The game's story was relatable to Miles, even sharing the name with the protagonist. All he wanted to do was good and honest work of keeping the neighborhood safe and sound. But the difference was that he didn't have to hide like the character, and that he had found a balance. In addition, having to hide as a means to protect their loved ones was a moot point because they were soldiers.

The gameplay was very fluid, and the combat was very intuitive despite starting out so simple. Started out with beating up bad guys, ended up changing the components of the web shooter to deal with more advanced enemies.

Their huddle, laughter, and Alex whispering tips went on for two hours before the controller needed recharging. At that point they were cuddling and feeling each other up. Hands explored each other's scales and fur, their lips touched over and over. Miles would spin themselves so he could be below his dragon, who also did the same thing minutes after.

Bulges pressed against each other, and that's when their musk became more prevalent. Lust filled their eyes as they twitched and throbbed against each other's dicks barely hidden by thin fabric. The caressing went over to touching their abs, muscles, hips. Fingers sliding down them. Miles moaned out whenever Alex held his sides, thumbs circling around the fur on his toned stomach.

While Alex let out low growls whenever Miles rubbed around his hips and frotted their thinly encased schlongs together.

Alex led their teasing, "You're quite the sexy stud, babe." He leaned in for a deeper kiss, tongues tied with their bodies pressed against each other. Every second longer they made out, the more pronounced Miles had been twitching down there.

After their lips were apart, bridged by a thin clear dribble, Miles let off a small howl. "I know I am. I'm your sexy stud."

Alex leaned in again to kiss him deeply, moments longer than the last. Both men, now in deep need of the other, got off their sofa and walked towards the bedroom.

Miles held his hand, leading him to it only for his legs to be lifted off the ground with another set of arms holding his back. A blush streaked across his face as Alex brought him to their bedroom.

"It's my turn to rescue this prince," Alex scoffed at his ill-attempt of one-liners.

Miles knew how bad it was but that's what made it more endearing, leaning up to peck his dragon's cheek. "I love you so much."

"You too, babe. You too."

Once in the bedroom, Alex set him down on the bed and went to their closet which he spread wide open so its mirrors reflected their bedroom. There was even an inline panel, recently installed, that he removed revealing another mirror to connect both doors. Even did a few poses himself in front of the mirrors, further understanding his partner's appeal in vanity.

Miles got off the bed to join him, greeting him first with an embrace from behind, with his hands holding his cock to lock his arms around. He stroked its base, eliciting soft pants from him, and he swayed it all around, seeing it bounce in its fabric where its tip oozed more pre. He giggled throughout, enjoying it.

Alex found it funny but he pulled a fast one like he did on the couch and he too had done the same thing to Miles. This time his bulge was pressed between his thighs, bouncing upwards of his partner's sacs that peeked out of his own glossy tent too.

"How do you do that?" Miles mimicked the manner in which he was asked earlier. Quite impressed, more so aroused though. He reached down to tap Alex's tip and could see the pre string from it and his finger, and between his fingers.

"What can I say?" Alex shuddered in pleasure from his touch, before resting his chin on the wolf's shoulder, praising him. "I learn from the best."

Alex turned and kissed him once more, both of them side glancing at the mirror, enjoying what they saw. Their toned bodies glistened in the sweat they were building up. Bulges frotting and, at moments, peeking into each other's leg-holes. Sometimes their dicks flopped out through it and the other would give it a few strokes before putting it back inside, though much harder to have it stay that way.

They continued off doing a series of couples' power poses. Flexing with their arms locked in, to comparing their muscles side by side. Miles being the winner. Followed by pretend-wrestling, and one where it wasn't really a pose, just an intimate hug with their arms wrapped around each other's shoulders.

For all the buff fluff and scale out there, it mattered little compared to how much love they saw in each other's eyes. And they resumed another set, much more risque. Miles laid against his stomach underneath and between Alex's legs who was in thought, both of them staring at the reflection with bedroom eyes.

Miles focused on Alex's who in turn focused on his. They shared a giggle. Alex then stepped aside and helped him up while simultaneously stripping him down. He felt embarrassed being underdressed but it made his cock twitch much more now that it's out in the warm bedroom air.

Alex caught a whiff of his scent and kissed his length before standing up and kissed his cheek. "Such a sweetheart," he said to him. And he looked into those red eyes, watching it widen as he held his meat stick down there and stroked it gently, while his own blues narrowed in desire.

Miles held onto him for balance as the pleasure tingled his legs again, that despite his stamina and physical prowess, could not keep him outright if his partner kept on. The anticipation for climax as well as being fucked lovingly by him made for great muscle relaxants.

"Hun," was all Miles could come up with as he was brought down to his knees through a mix of his own accord, and through his weakening knees. Down to the same height as his partner's schlong, its tip already drenched in pre.

"Such a good boy," Alex petted him as the wolf's furred muzzle buried itself between the base of his shaft and his nuts, feeling his warm breath heighten his libido. The outstretched threads twitched as his cock did. "You deserve a bone for that," he was about to yank down his thong but had a better idea. "Why don't you get it?" Instead, he held Miles' hands and directed them to his hips.

"Yes sir," Miles obliged him by hooking the front of Alex's thong from the inside with his muzzle. Leaning his head back, releasing his monster cock for him and their reflections to see. Having a big black dick contrasting against his white muzzle, those red eyes focused solely on its tip oozing its clear sex-fluid on top of his nose. And don't get him started on the smell- musky, strong, with the liquid soap long absent. He took another whiff before he licked his scaly nuts with a taste to match.

"That's right," Alex panted, feeling those tingles too. The cockring he had had inhibited him from letting himself loose. The build-up of desire, the restrictions especially just before a glorious climax. Especially having to tease him down there, sporting a cockring too, and hearing him whimper. "Prep me up." He said.

Miles said no more, kissing his balls before leaning back, pecking at the ring, and the rest of his length. His lips landing firmly on his tip, tongue brushing just underneath. It touched a sensitive spot.

Alex gasped and tightly held the side of Miles' head, while scritching the back of it with his other hand. That had been a good spot. But it was just the start. His dark length slowly disappeared into Miles' stained white muzzle. At first it was only half way, and Miles suckled it backwards leaving behind a saliva gloss, moaning out as he did it.

Miles felt him throb, dick jittering in his mouth. He held his own dick from the tip and stroked it inward as he took more of Alex, until his lips touched the ring itself. This time through, the dragon's tip bounced at the back of his throat while his own bounced and leaked more onto the floor. He smeared his own pre around his own shaft to mimick the same shine under their bedroom light, pulling himself away as he stood up with both their lengths mirroring the other, and in front of their reflections too.

"Wait here," Alex stepped away towards their bedside drawer and fetched their phone, coming back while pushing some buttons on the screen. "This'll help set the mood."

Jazz music began to play around their room, from speakers planted on the upper corners. It was the same tune, saxophone, cymbals and all, that played from their strip club. Miles loved it, and Alex found out that it was royalty free music meant for cafes. Best his partner didn't find out.

The percussion started slow, with cymbal tapping; Miles felt himself up to the beat as he admired himself in front of the mirror. His form was graceful, intimate, and well-rehearsed after years of having done it himself. His body, and his dick, swayed to the low tune of a saxophone joining the ensemble. But he adored Alex's amateurish-attempt to entertain him.

Alex's wasn't as choreographed. The motions of his arms didn't line up to the strums of guitars, and his steps were a second ahead of the drumbeats. That meant practice, and he only wanted him more then and there. His dick bounced around outside the rhythm, but it was still hot nonetheless.

Miles stepped in and held his dick, stroking to the rising presence of a trumpet. And whenever it became erratic, the stroking quickened. The saxophones then took the stage, and he took two steps back and swayed his hips almost like a thrust with his erection proud and standing. Alex mirrored his motions in that manner, and they stepped closer, their hips curved forms thrusting forward, frotting each other's dicks, melting into another kiss moments after.

Miles realized it was the first time he had done the dance with someone, and he hugged him as the band rested to a long saxophone solo. Alex embraced him too, playing with his butt by tapping alongside the subtle drum beats once the solo had become a duet.

At this point they had danced out of tune, unrehearsed, yet did it perfectly. Both eyes locked, their dicks jostled and frotting against each other. Body to body, balls to balls, hand to hand, and in each other's arms finally. All they could think of then was being together at that moment.

They shared a giggle with how funny they both must've looked, Miles lamenting that he should've recorded them doing it. Instead, he went down to his knees and resumed pleasing his man, playing with his nuts while tonguing his large cock. This time he bobbed his head whilst taking the full length. Even Alex joined, thrusting himself into it while using his partner's ears as leverage.

And he yanked on them gently when he had gotten close, hot air escaped his breath and was intense it blew over Miles who had it just as hot down there. "Not yet," Alex was exasperated. "Get on all fours, I'll lube you up."

Miles nodded, already walking on all fours like the wolf he was. Crawled up to the bed and raised his rear towards his partner. He peeked between his legs and saw his submissive self in the mirror, and could see his pink hole twitch with want.

Alex got behind him and lowered his rear so his cock could smear its pre on and around his hole. Even giving it a few audible spanks that got Miles going on, yapping in sudden jolts of painful pleasure.

"Harder," he begged.

Alex smacked it, making him yelp. An imprint of his hand was dug into the fur of his white fluffy asscheek. And he did so again on the other, eliciting an even louder response. But he was kind to brush it with a gentle hand after.

"Love you," Miles wagged and kept his tail up.

He was just about done lubing up his partner, "Love you too sweetheart." The tip of his cock now pressed against his hole, "Ready?" Alex wagged his tail, his hips anticipating the motion to thrust forward.

Miles huffed and nodded, his mind and body prepared for their bond. He closed his eyes as the sensation of his rear stretched open slowly, with an even slower thrust into him. It was all too familiar yet somehow felt anew.

Alex hunched over his entire self when his entire length was deep inside the wolf. He grasped his hands and kissed the top of his head before sliding out as low as he had gone in, his partner whimpering out, shuddering under his watch. He knew he enjoyed it, knowing what was to follow.

They were soldiers after all. They could take it.

Alex slid in faster, his thighs smacking against Miles' rear. And he upped the momentum, growling with much fervor. With every thrust he could feel his partner tighten around his cock, only for his force to loosen him up.

Miles lulled his tongue out, his body moving to the same rhythm that Alex fucked him. He grunted each time he went deeper in, and by now he would've orgasmed if not for the ring around his dick. In fact, they went on like this for moments, savoring the heat of his rear, and their aromas mixing together only driving them crazier into their lovemaking.

But he wanted to slow down for a moment because there was another plan he had in mind. A few swipes of his tail against his partner's stomach, a sign that he wanted to change their position. The wolf tried to look behind him.

And his partner saw him looking past, towards the mirror, and picked up on that. Alex pulled out and admired his handiwork of a slick red exposed hole twitching itself for more, and he reached under to give Miles' cock a gentle squeeze around the ring that made him yip- half releasing followed by another restraint. They rotated their spot, both of them now facing the mirror.

The blue dragon was a domineering force that overshadowed his white wolf, the former teasing, "Almost got you to cum, huh?"

Miles' pink cheeks were the answer alone. He saw himself in the mirror, being bred once again as Alex slid in once again and continuing his display of horny strength. Miles held onto the bedsheets as he got railed long into the afternoon. Five minutes of being pounded, five minutes of being loved.

Alex slowed, only to flip him around, and resumed as they made out. In this new position he even stroked him off, matching his thrusting into him just how he loved it. And he glanced at the mirror, Miles alongside. One of Canada's best soldiers in recent time who subs for a common grunt. Would make for a good story.

Miles stretched his legs outward, wrapping them around Alex with renewed vigor to keep pounding him. His partner teased him once more by twiddling around with the cockring, with each nudge a step closer to his climax. Not yet, Miles held himself back. As his leglock loses hold, Alex pulling outwards on all fours, only to lunge it deep into him that certainly nudged his prostate.

Miles's balls ached, whimpering with need to release it, but Alex was relentless. They locked each other in a hug, chins resting on each other's shoulders while the latter pounded his rear.

Alex huffed on and on, his ring had held back so much of his pleasure that he was ready for the climax. He gave Miles beneath him ten swift thrusts simply by bending his knees repetitively, then a pause. A stare into each other's eyes again, both of them panting, sweating, and very very close.

Miles felt his hot breath, and he knew his partner felt his too. They both shifted about. In the process, they removed each other's cockrings, causing more pre to dribble down. Miles did so over Alex's who stroked himself delicately as to not let loose then and there but lube himself enough for Miles to slide right down.

Alex positioned his dickhead right under Miles' read hole, who lowered his squat onto him. It slipped in easily, and he thrusted upward once that had caught Miles off guard, spurting pre over his scales. He chuckled as he exhaled.

Miles held onto his chest, holding himself up after that sudden move, lowering down after. Slow at first, until he had taken his whole dick sitting down. He would certainly feel more things after this. But for now, he looked at the mirror, and Alex had done so too. He loved what he saw.

The wolf lifted himself up slow, and slid back down. This time he did the leg work before his erotic adrenaline wore off. Hastening as both their climax was but a gentle touch away.

Alex certainly knew he was close, and Miles would be too. Though since his good boy was too busy holding onto him, he gave him a helping hand with an eager maw awaiting his seed.

Their climax came unannounced but expected, Alex being the first to shoot his load into his partner who kept on riding him for each spurt he fired. He felt Miles' cock twitch and throb erratic in his grasp that it soon followed suit, aiming his tip into his mouth.

Miles shot his load with such force as he felt his rear being filled with hot stickiness. And his partner below took some of his seed in his mouth and painted the rest of himself with the succeeding jolts of pleasure that came out of him. Over the next half-minute, his cumshot became an ooze that slid down onto Alex's scales. His partner still hadn't stopped cumming, feeling it twitch and fire inside him.

It went without saying that that was their best fuck so far. Alex laid his head back and saw the mess that was themselves on the mirror. Miles collapsed onto him while still inside, the motion of his body jolted his still-sensitive cock. Alex had enough arm strength to embrace him, but they were quite a beautiful mess. Covered in more cum than before, the smell far more potent than any VIP-class strip club could do.

They panted, catching their breaths. Whispering sweetness between each other for moments. Ten minutes had passed, and Miles would be the first to speak, "We forgot something." He said weakly, the aching sensation finally caught up to him.

"Towels." Alex answered.

Miles grumbled in agreement. "Tired. You?"

"Ten minutes." Alex loosened himself from the intense emotions they had had. He needed ten minutes. And he hoped nothing bad would happen these next ten minutes.

When Alex helped Miles off of him, he sat himself down on the bed while his wolf, despite the mess, laid down on their bed. Still panting, still exhausted.

Alex grabbed his phone, "Seventeen hundred. What do you want for dinner?" He scooted to his partner, slow as his legs were still sore. Leaning closer and kissing his forehead, waiting for an answer.

"Take-out poutine." Miles closed his eyes, chuckling. He reached out and rested his hand on the dragon's thigh, caressing it. "Extra everything."

"McClaren's?" Alex went over to the delivery app and checked their favorites tab.

"Yes, please," Miles sighed out, his hand now traveling up to rub those scaly abs.

"Poutine with extra everything." Alex laid himself down beside, his partner watching him input the order. Extra everything, take-out milkshakes, and trying out their new product of breakfast burritos instead of the typical burger. Their order received, it would arrive in forty minutes. More than enough for Alex to make himself look marginally appropriate.

Miles said, "Dinner's my treat because you will be doing the laundry. And then do me again."

"Nuh uh," Alex held him tightly. "We got work on Monday. Same thing next Friday?" He rubbed cheeks with him.

"Isn't that our double date with Adrian and Joel?"

"Oh yeah, thanks for reminding me. Gonna make those dinner reservations now."

"Go for the outside tables. I wanna howl at the full moon."

"Sure. Uh, which timeslot? Nineteen hundred or twenty?"

"Nineteen hundred. We'll see more of its reflection on the lake."

"Nineteen hundred it is." Alex tapped the info onto his phone, glancing over to Miles if he had any more suggestions. He saw him asleep, peaceful, and clinging onto his arm. Kissing him on his cheek, he looked forward to the day he would give him a different type of ring. But, for now, "I love you."

Miles picked up on that, "Love you too."

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