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Reiandyl paced.

He had no reason to be nervous, no reason to feel anxious at all. Everything was going well in terms of planning, and that was a blessing by itself. He'd remembered everything this time, he was on-time, and his balls were almost aching with anticipation.

Ah, perhaps that was it. It had been a while, perhaps too long. He'd forgotten how to act, and that voice of concern must have wriggled its way back into his head. He chuckled, and forced his legs to stop moving. His tail flicking, he turned his body to the large bed that made up the majority of the room, and let gravity take over. Springs creaked as his weight fell upon it, the well used bed more than handling the weight of a singular dragon. Hell, it was basically just a large slab of wood on the floor with a heavy mattress upon it for comfort. Thing could probably hold a feral drake. That put a smile to his lips. Perhaps he could test that theory, some time.

He breathed for a bit. His nerve remained, but for a moment he could tame them. Absentmindedly, his hand came to his shoulder and tugged at the cloak's fastener. Green fabric joined red, and he rolled his shoulders as the weight of the garment was finally released. He pressed his palms together and stretched them backwards, feeling the muscles pull tighter. He released his breath, and relaxed his arms again. The butterflies in his stomach seemed to retreat, and so he continued to stretch. His neck, his legs, his back. All received equal treatment, held out, twisted, flexed, and then finally released. His mind cleared at the menial tasks, the slight soreness bringing life back to his body. He felt good. Damn good.

He chuckled again to himself, and turned to look at the bag he'd brought in. He had a few more minutes to himself, but his nerves and impromptu routine had taken more time than he'd expected. Time to get ready.

He hopped off the bed and knelt before the pack. Out first came a few small wooden boxes, filled with more...exclusive delights. His eyes twinkled at them, and he couldn't help but peek inside. Light reflected off of metal in the shapes of rods of multiple sizes in one. And of plates and cages in the other. His grin widened, his experience both suffering and administering these favorites of his sending a rush through his form. A hand absentmindedly rubbed through his pants, and he was forced to close the boxes before he became too excited. They would see their time soon, anyway.

On top of his choice of clothing for the night were the other toys that brought his grin sharply across his snout. A handful of colorful toys, all shapes and sizes and species, waiting for a rump or a vent to fill and tease in such an ever-so-lovely manner. He removed only two for now, setting the smaller one on the bedside next to his next grab - a container of thick lubricant. That had been expensive; refilling enchantments were never easy on the coinpurse. But it had earned its cost many, many times over. And tonight it would be no different.

A larger dildo was the next thing he pulled out, a green behemoth that even he had never been able to hilt. At least, not by himself. Part of the fun of larger toys was to have a dominant help you push one's limits, after all! And he'd hate for his guest this night to be able to walk normally when they left. An aching butt was always the sign of a night well spent - or so he had always belived.

More toys were moved aside, the dragon choosing to keep them hidden for a reveal later. A paddle, a set of wicked-looking clamps, a vise that he shuddered even thinking of, and even a latex hood enchanted to form fit to any victim's head. Fun things on their own, but not meant for this night. Or at least, not for the opening act.

It took him a few minutes to pull out the assortment of straps and leathers that comprised his personal set of gear. He laid them out on the bed, one by one, until he could see where everything would fit and fixing any pieces that had gotten folded or twisted out of shape. A bit of buffering with his forearms took out any smudges and markings, leaving the harness in pristine condition. He shuddered at the sight of it, memories of his times in it a blur of pleasure and domination. This was his more dominant set of straps; it lacked a few...key attachments, one may say. It was more open, less restrictive, and had a number of strategically placed rings to attach a sub's collar or leash to. He eyes the gear hungrily, a finger tracing the fine material and mind ablaze with lust. It was time to strip down.

His shirt came off first, the t-shaped clothing placed next to the fallen cloak and folded neatly beside it. Hands came to his belts, loosing them from his shoulder and from his abdomen, allowing his thumb to hook in and pull them away. He shimmied in the reverse direction, ducking his head and moving his chain piercing out of the way as he slipped free. His pants came down shortly afterwards, legs kicking and tail straightening as he freed himself from the last of his wear. Or at least, all but his undergarments. Those he kept in place, hiding what seemed to be a quickly filling sheath hidden beneath. That...he needed to take care of. But not yet.

The harness was comprised of three pieces, with an extra set of four straps for his biceps and thighs. He set those aside for last, pulling the one for his neck and chest on first. It fit well, puling tight to his form and enhancing him though contrast. His pecs felt better positions with them in support, his neck felt the comfort of something akin to a collar, and his back was braced well within it. He sighed, moving to a mirror and adjusting the small buckles on it until it was properly positioned and comfortable. And then he turned to the one for his waist.

His sheath was aching by now, the sight of a harness and the thoughts swirling in his head becoming a distraction. And as it was, he found himself staring at the undergarments he had kept on, which were doing a terrible job hiding his dignity but an excellent job of teasing him. The undergarments were tight, his erection pressing tight against it, and with a sigh he gave it a rub as if to forgive it for its necessary patience. And so, rather than treating his paws and mouth to his groin, he instead pulled the second part of the gear up his legs and bound it to his legs and belly. Another strap wrapped around the base of his tail, and he returned to the mirror to pull the straps tight. They pressed in to his butt, and pushed his crotch outwards more; the bulge there defined even moreso. He hissed with longing, but forced himself to wait. He had a guest coming, after all. And his cock would see more than its fill of pleasure in what was now only moments.

He ignored the ache between his legs, then, focusing on what was next. A strap each for his legs, bound at the upper thigh, and one each for his upper arms. He rumbled happily as they fell into place, pulled tight and displaying his form well. Quite well~. He always felt sexy in gear, and now it was amplified by his recent dominant streak and the toys littering the room. In fact...

May as well really show it off, why the hell not?

Hurriedly, he tugged off the undergarment, and tossed it to the bed. His cock sprung out; a color of flesh uncommon to him. Warm and pink, his shaft was proudly standing and even bounding slightly in the cool air of the room. He gingerly reached down and traced a finger along it, catching the end of his sheath and tugging on it lightly to tease the thing's home. He wanted it back in there; his submissive friend had requested to earn a look, and right now he was skipping far further than he'd have liked. Fortunately, he had prepared for this.

He moved to the bed, and with one last stroke for good luck, he found a handful of ice provided for the room and pressed it to his shaft. The shock of cold was immediate and very intense; he hissed and squirmed a bit in place as the frozen water helped ease away his arousal. It took a good three pawfuls of ice, each more agonizing than the last, before he could finally push the tip of his erection back into his sheath. He dried his hand off with his former undergarment, and finally tossed it next to the rest of his clothes. He went through simple motions to fold it as well, and started doing the same for his cloak when a knock came to the door of the room. His frills flared up, and his head snapped to the room's entrypoint.

"...shit." He whispered. The cooling off had taken too long, it seemed. He'd been hoping to meet his friend, not leave them waiting.

He snatched up everything at once, the carefully folded clothes smashed into a haphazard ball and shoved it into one of the dresser's drawers. His tail lashed out and smoothed out the sheets, pushing away the folds in the fabric where his harness and butt imprint had messed with the clean surface. And then, taking one last deep breath, he approached the door.

The knob of the inn's rooms wasn't very large; he could easily hold it in a single hand, almost as if he could crush it. He jiggled it, letting his guest know he was there. His tail reached back, snagging the third and final main piece of the harness. The one piece not meant for him. A collar, a leash, and an implication. His wrist turned, and with a push the door swung open slowly.

Nude, he stepped forwards and leaned into the door's frame. Emerald eyes behind the golden mask of scales came down upon a single observer in a small hallway he suddenly felt very exposed to. Not that he would allow himself to show this; no, his grin was predatory and his posture was relaxed. His friend wanted to submit, did they? Well then, he would hardly let a hint of embarrassment override his confidence here. He watched his friend's eyes go wide, staring at his form. At his harness. At his sheath. And he knew that he was going to be in for a very long, and very fun night.

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Howdy! I have...a thing, for harnesses. Something about them really stirs me up! I don't know if it's their shininess, how they outline a form, how they're so useful for hooking more gear onto, or just because they're darn fun. And oh boy are they fun!

Art is by artro-dragon on FA, a pleasant and friendly fellow with a neat style. Check them out!