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John took his hands and spun on the mattress clockwise, his legs falling off the edge as he touched down on the wooden floor as before to remove his clothing.

He had to remove his pants, socks, and undergarments.

Marlo on the other hand, decided to push his body up with his powerful forepaws and legs to sit up straight, his tail slipping in between his rear limbs as his got up and onto his rump. Upon rising to the occasion, the drake crawled over to the other side of the bed, towards the foot board at the end of it. As the dragon crushed the cotton underneath his weight as he made his way over there, he turned around and sat his rear on the blanket, his paws pressing into the mattress.

He saw the man get undressed, his spine popping out, and even…

He saw…

Marlo's orbs glanced at his lower body.

John removed the pants, and…

Oh…

Oh Bahamut…

He became glued to…

While he still wore his socks on his feet, there was a black covering on John's…

It was tight around his waist, and yet only went a tiny bit down the legs.

And in the middle, he saw…

H-He saw…

T-Those…two…large…

Marlo had never seen a human's...rump this close and this unveiled…

He…

H-He…

Marlo felt a _warmness _escape his…

H-His lower half…

He felt his…

His…

The drake's eyes widened.

His scaled cheekbones became flush with embarrassment.

As a last resort, he undid his right wing and covered himself, the joint to the left and his other wing out on standby.

No…he…

H-He didn't want John to see him like this!

Well, they were about to mate, but…

W-What if he was scared?

Scared of him? Of…that?

He didn't want to put fear into his heart! He didn't want him to have negative feelings towards his…his…

John pulled down his pants and began on his socks, hooking his index finger into the fabric and lifting his right leg, snaking it off before discarding it with his other pieces of clothing. After that, he started on the left one, repeating the same process until his feet were bare and stood straight on his soles.

Then, he began with his undergarments.

He took his thumbs into the waistband, and, in one delicate yet swift pull, yanked them down, bending over and trailing them to his ankles.

Oh…

O-O-Oh B-Bahamut…

Marlo's mind tried to feel something, anything but arousal, but he could not halt himself upon gazing at the rear end of his soon-to-be-mate.

They were two roundish protrusions that made up the buttocks, the mounds of fat meant to protect them from behind.

And hold what he needed to…

He looked away with nervousness and curved his neck to the right, looking a bit downwards. He let out some deep breaths that went unnoticed by the human.

No, he needed to stop.

His body said there was no going, but his mind didn't want that.

Not yet.

It was simply his draconic body. He couldn't do anything about it.

After John slid the soft material down to his feet, the standing on one foot and the guiding of the loop out of one foot after stepping out with the other occurred.

Now, John was naked.

Open.

Bare.

Vunerable.

The thought didn't escape John, and yet, he went with it anyways.

Isn't that what courage was?

Fearing of facing the unknown, and yet walking on towards it anyways?

Besides, this was _Marlo _they were talking about.

That smart, funny, goofy, and shockingly open dragon he fell in love with.

They were truly flying into the new frontier of their relationship, now free of any and all obstacles to their bodies, the restraints that were their physical forms.

It didn't matter that he was a human, and that Marlo was a dragon.

The world didn't matter. It was only John and Marlo.

And so, he turned to the left and padded along the planks with his feet to get onto the bed and scooch his bare rump to the front of the pillows as he sat down.

He's never touched the sheets without clothes on, but it didn't matter.

Nothing else did.

Marlo's eyes then caught onto him as he planted his rump onto blanket and…

He…

H-He…

He saw…

The drake's eyes widened as big as saucers as he saw…

He felt the man get red in the face and look away in sheepishness as himself being…well…you know…

Those blue pupils felt and became glued to…

Him.

No, not just him, it.

His penis.

He's never seen anything like it before in all of his life, which says something given that he's lived for over a half a century.

It was just out, the whole thing, in between his legs, no opening.

No wonder why humans wore clothes. It was not only for protection and insulation, but also to shield their nether regions.

John's manhood _was of a similar shade of his skin, bending upward as it was obviously hardened for tonight's…_activities. The tip was also bulbous, being round like a sphere of cookie dough and a more…_pinkish _coloration, the angle it flew to being curved in a crescent.

However, what confused yet fascinated Marlo was what was _under _it.

Underneath the erect appendage was a sack the same color as the rest, and yet…darker.

Despite it being wrinkled, he could easily identify what was housed within them.

The orbs…

They were his testicles, another reason why humans were so adamant on halting the removal of their articles unless they were having a moment such as this.

That…

Marlo let out a deep breath as he felt a weight in his chest.

That…

That was what humans, his John, looked like.

No bars held, no going back.

So…that _was what a human…_there…looked like.

What _John _looked like.

He couldn't pull his eyes off it.

He...H-He's never seen such a thing before.

After all, that was what his lover had.

Himself?

Well, he only stared for only about a moment before returning his eyes to those forest green ones, his own filled with a renewed confidence.

If John, a human, one who was more vulnerable than a species like Dragonkind and let him gaze upon such secret compartments, then it was only fair that he revealed himself to not only the world, but to his beloved.

He relaxed his wing and returned both to his back, displaying in its full glory…

Once he did so, not a millisecond passed before his pupils blew up at the sight of it.

His drakehood.

Like Marlo, John had never seen the opposing species private parts, even if in essence they were the same in terms of look and purpose.

But…this?

_Nothing _could have prepared John for this.

Marlo's length was of a darkened pink, like an internal muscle, which only made sense given that it pushed itself out of a slit in the psychic dragon's crotch. It was something that hid itself deep inside him, which was different given that a human's _junk _was out and about without pants.

Hence why it appeared like something from his insides.

Like John's, it was angled upwards, but not so much as at an upwards curve as the bewildered man. Instead of a bulb-like head, it was a bit conic, the appearance having the only relation in image to a circular tent of all things.

And he was as hard _as _steel, bouncing upon his heart pumping blood into the vessels, which steadily increased.

That, and above all else, was the sheer scope that was its size.

A human would be perfectly fine with a rod _like his, but _Marlo's?

His _endowment _put his own to shame!

Well, it wasn't…

Dear Lord…

And so, John couldn't help but be…

Intimidated?

In awe?

God, what was there to say?

He brought his right hand up to his mouth as he swept it back and forth in nervousness and, yet…

Admiration?

He didn't know what to think, although he still did speak some words, mostly to himself more than anything else.

“Oh shit…", he said rather quietly.

However, the purple dragon heard it regardless.

And, well, he could help but feel…

Ashamed?

Marlo gained a rather hurt look as he turned to the left, disappointed with himself.

He should've known that John would feel disgusted by…_him _and his…

If his sight said anything, it was that humans likely weren't used to a dragon's…body, and very much certainly were appalled at the sight of his pride.

The appearance of looking like some organ in his abdomen and coming out from a fleshy opening didn't help anything either.

It probably looked so alien, that it scared him. Even if John would stop rubbing his mouth and chin with his hand, it didn't change the fact that the sound that came from his throat suggested second thoughts not only of his arousal, but himself.

Bahamut…

He knew it. It was probably over.

“It…doesn't look good, does it?", the dragon responded, in a melancholic tone, defeated.

Two things came to John's mind.

For one, Marlo shouldn't feel so down on himself. He hated seeing him like that.

And secondly…

Well…he had to admit that it was…unusual.

The organic mechanism was like a canine. Dogs always had a pouch underneath their tail and rear in which their…_thing _would come out when needed, and nothing more.

But this?

Not even the sight of that could prep him for the vision of…_that _doing…

But…

No, a dick was a dick. Nitrogenous waste still came out, and so did sexual fluids required for reproduction.

It didn't look bad, just…different.

“No, it's just…"

Even John struggled to put into a sentence what was on his mind, even if the drake could read it at any time.

No, Marlo should feel this way.

Because he was neutral at first, and now was…

Ugh…

Even he couldn't conjure up some piece of the English language to paint a picture on this.

And so, he let out a statement almost silently, but still with a twinge of embarrassment.

“…Big…"

Marlo's eyes blew up like an expanding lake from a rainstorm as he heard him.

He…wasn't horrified of…?

O-Of…him?

Well, he likely had reservations, as he's had towards everything, but…he didn't look at his member with…resentment?

And the last sentence shocked him the most.

He was…?

Well, he had to admit that a drake of his caliber _eclipsed John's own by a _landslide, but…

John was concerned about the _length _more than anything else?

And…was it a…_compliment _of sorts?

He also noticed John's face light up in a burning red as he looked away to the right upon lowering his hand to grip his other one.

He was just as flabbergasted that he said such a thing out loud, even if the world could've cared less.

The drake gazed forwards before sputtering a phrase.

“Oh! Uh…", he stammered, looking to the left in a rather anxious look upon his maw.

Bahamut.

How do you respond to that?

Your lover commenting on the clear size difference?

He didn't know.

How could he know?

He's never experienced courtship until just recently.

And so, the drake received a response, so it was only fair that he gave one back, or, well, a semblance of one he could scrounge up.

“W-Well, uh, y-you don't look bad yourself…"

Even with the gesturing of his left wing towards the man's stiffness, he was at a loss, as exemplified by his twisting of his windpipe to the left to look away in pure sheepishness, the purple scales under his eyes making up his cheeks becoming a searing pink.

How…

How did their lives come to this?

They were blushing deep red _at the visage of their _genitalia.

In any other situation, it would've seemed utterly ridiculous.

How could it not be?

There was no previous memory of approaching such subject matter.

Even with older young dragons being taught matehood, this was completely new.

That, and…well…

This was a most..._private _matter.

But wasn't this just that?

Private?

It made sense. Their bodies were not truly familiar to each other in…_that _way.

But…the mating had to happen for their hearts to become one.

It was…the only way home…

After but a minute or so of the two gazing away in complete embarrassment, their members out and about, it was Marlo that made the eye contact, and…

He…

He started…

Crawling.

On all four of his paws, he crunched the box springs as he made his way over to John.

He aimed to be _above _him.

John, upon the drake's advances, decided to relax and lean back, his head causing the feathered pillows to descend a bit into the melty covers.

He let…

It all happened so quickly.

In between his spread legs, Marlo closed the distance.

And…

And…

For the first time in either of their lives, their most sensitive and private of parts made contact with flesh.

John let out a breath of a gasp, even though it resembled an exhale, upon seeing…feeling…

He looked down at the sensation, and…

Oh…

Oh God…

It was Marlo's massive draconic cock, the heat of the penis burning upon his own like embers _of a _campfire _as they were touching, the _tip aiming up and forwards towards his face.

And, most shocking of all, was the scale of it all compared to his own, even when it wasn't fully straight due to holding down his own nethers.

That was…going to…

It was a clear foreshadowing of its size compared when it…it…

John decided to break eye contact with it. However, it wasn't without an equally pleasurable sight as his face was red like a sunburn.

He saw Marlo's blue eyes that somehow glittered a bit in the moonlit darkness, peering down and into his own of the great forest greenery.

He…

He was lost in those eyes…

Despite everything, he…

H-He found solace in those eyes.

And another thing he found?

Companionship.

Marlo dipped his maw like a pitcher in a flash, as he shut his lids to feel more when he made contact with the man's lips as he began _smothering _him.

John gave into the temptations and let go once more. The dragon was in a position which he could not escape from, not that he would want to anyways.

Heated passion bubbled to the surface as he felt draconic lips upon his own and felt that tongue of his tangling around his, his forelegs to the sides of the man's barrel, and the human's arms around neck, bringing him, wanting him closer than before.

Their saliva mixed once more as the drake and man had another kiss that proved that their bond was unbreakable, the act of true love never being lost upon them.

Even as the drake let loose the ambitions of his beastly side, it was one filled with grace and respect which he was willing to share with his partner.

This was bliss.

Gorgeous.

Like a moth to the eternal flame, they couldn't resist each other, for they were meant to be.

Upon mashing their mouths together in their unbreakable bond, they still remained conscious as they felt true beauty in the act of intimacy.

Case and point, what happened next.

As the drake dove his mouth into his jaws to taste more of him as he slithered his tongue into his throat, John opened his eyes with an idea.

God…

What was he doing?

Oh, he knew what he was doing.

He was beginning to forever bond to the drake, that's what.

And so, the thought hatched in his head.

He was in a vulnerable position, and _he _was supposed to feel all the pleasure of tonight's future events rapidly approaching, so…

He thought…

Why not…

Why not try…

He had his dexterous hands even though his sight was partially covered by the drake's upper jaws, nostrils, closed eyes, horns, and all.

And so, John decides to go forth with his action, taking his right, opening it up, as if to grasp…

Grasp…

Despite having his field of vision blocked by the drake enjoying locking lips with his, he managed to guide his hand to hold his…

And to grip to…

To…

There.

Marlo's eyes darted opened open in complete shock and…

And…

Pleasure…?

He broke the kiss, leaving more of their entwined saliva to fall silently as he whipped his head up and faced forwards at the wall.

Well, so of…

You see, Marlo actually curved his skull up a bit because he was in pure ecstasy.

Why?

Because of John.

He used his right hand and opened it up like a claw to handle his manhood and to clasp Marlo's member at the middle.

He had just touched one of the most sensitive parts of a dragon.

“O-_ Oh! _", Marlo let out in boiling warmness the spread from his groin and to his brain.

Wha…

W-Wha…

W-What was…

What was…happening?

Why did he feel this…on his…

Well.

It appeared that John had in fact garnered the amethyst dragon's attention.

Before Marlo could begin to process what had just transpired, John made his next move.

He…

He slid…down.

While John had to suppress a groan upon sensing a burning sun at the base of the drakehood, Marlo quivered and shivered, his body not used to such a beautiful sensation.

It was like he was shaking to get some water droplets off after a rainstorm.

“Oh! _ Oh!_ Oh…oh…"

He felt it.

He felt John's hand in the cloudiness of his mind as he realized that John held his sexual organ, feeling the man's own against his in a bundle.

Those hands…

B-Bahamut have mercy on me…

Then, John continued pleasuring his drakefriend.

He did the polar opposite.

Like a spider scurrying up his dry wall, his hand slowly made his way up from the base, where the testicles met his own body and where the drake's slit revealed his appendage, to the veiny middles, and finally to just below the tips.

Their _shafts _were now in full contact with each other, together.

“O-Oh Bahamut, oh…", the drake rambled on.

He…he…

H-He'd had never felt…

Did he…

What…

Then, John went slid down again, like a_ firefighter's pole_.

“Oh…Bahamut…ughhhh…~"

Then, they…

Oh…

John held their slick members together, sluggishly sweeping up and down their endowments, hearing more and more of Marlo's draconic babbling.

Oh…

Oh God…

He felt…

God…

He felt…

He felt Marlo's…

H-He's never felt another's…

He's…

H-He's never even touched himself!

But now…

Now, he was firmly grasping a dragon's penis!

God, what were the odds his life would come to this?

It was searing. It was fiercely flaming out hotness, more so than even his own despite the spongy material in both being hardened by their blood.

And it was big. By God was it big.

He just barely managed to hold the two together with his fingers while he brought them to each other with his thumb.

Bringing two halves of a whole into one piece.

And…and…

Dear Lord, what was he doing?

He's never…

He was…

Oh God.

He was giving himself and a dragon a literal hand job.

He would've never imagined that this would happen.

But it didn't matter.

Why?

Because this was Marlo. The one he had grown to love more than anything else on this plane of existence.

He wouldn't have had it any other way.

And it wasn't like he didn't enjoy it, because by God, he did.

While his own _staff _didn't have such sensitivity as a dragon's, it still caused a stirring of delight into his nerves, as, well, it was also one of the most sensitive parts of the human body.

Speaking of which, he had no doubt in his mind that Marlo enjoying himself quite a bit as well.

Yes, actually…

Marlo…

Marlo…was in Bahamut's paradise.

He never knew that John could…

C-Could…

Could make him feel this way…

Marlo was powerless, but that wasn't all bad, as his neurons pelted him with grace and sanctity as the man turned him into putty.

Into an incoherent mess of a dragon that stuttered over and over again phrases that he spat out without any rhyme or reason.

His beastly side let out groans of draconic pleasure as John slid up and down their members, slicking them in preparatory fluids.

At the heads of their instruments came a clear and viscous liquid that came out with such stimulation.

Their pre, a sign of more things to come, slipped out and intermixed into a single coherent fluid, dribbling down to eventually make a light _plop _onto the man's center, uncaring that Marlo was making a mess on him.

Oh…oh Bahamut, I…

Nothing.

Marlo couldn't say, nor _do _anything.

But he was fine and content with that.

Because the emotions that he felt were simply _overwhelming _him, making him feel all nice and warm inside, something that was only achievable from the actions of his lover.

And so, John just kept on rubbing their shafts together, making the drake delirious with pleasure as his sensitive organ was held by the man.

It all went on for so long, and they haven't even got to the main event yet.

It's all too much.

However, the man wasn't done yet. There was but one more thing he could do.

It was risky given that that part was sensitive, possibly more so than their members, and Marlo may not like it.

Yet, at the same time, it could make Marlo so unbelievably _blasted _with neuronic overloading, that it would leave him pleasured beyond belief.

Afterall, what kind of mate would he be if he couldn't make his drakefriend feel better despite all the struggles in life?

And so, he took the chance.

With his left hand, free compared to the right one pulling on their heats, he guided those fingers around the drake's neck and barrel and over his back.

The drake couldn't notice, his eyes half-lidded and mind a puddle of liquid ecstasy as the dragon felt like he couldn't get enough of this.

He couldn't believe that he felt this good. Bahamut, how was this possible? How…did he miss this for…for so long?

So long without mating?

Well, he was happy now.

Fortune smiles upon the patient.

However, his high was going to be on a whole other level.

He couldn't recognize the man brushing his left hand on his amethyst scales as he lifted it above it.

His wing joint.

Dragons treasured their wings, and incredibly so. It was what gave them their identity, their gift from their draconic creator, along with their powers and strength.

After Marlo fell in the man's backyard from a poacher's bullet grazing the bone that sprouted from his spine, it became abundantly clear how precious and overly _sensitive _they were.

Thank Bahamut their wings were so much of what made Dragonkind, well, Dragonkind, for without such a thing, he would've never have met his future mate known as John Fitzgerald.

However, with that said, he was wholly unprepared from what he felt next.

John curled his palm and aimed his fingers down.

Right where his back met his wing.

It was so sudden and fast, that Marlo could do nothing but _feel _it.

John pushed down into the joint, and if Marlo wasn't already a mess, he certainly was now.

The drake's eyes went wide open as they bulged out of their sockets and went slitted for but a moment, whether it was because of his inner self doing so in response, or because the sensation was too much, even for a dragon, rolling into the crevices in his skull like billiard balls.

He let out a draconic yelp as he swiftly collapsed, his legs crumpling underneath him as the weight of his entire being fell upon John. He felt the mass of the drake on himself as he removed his hands from all parts of the dragon as he tried to compensate for some sort of relief from the dragon nearly _crushing _him.

Dragons were always heavier than humans, but John knew that he would be fine as, well, he succeeded.

Marlo, with his eyes shut in peace and tiredness, was a boneless pile of _flesh _as he felt numb all over.

His mind was in the gutter as he struggled to comprehend anything.

He had trouble regaining his senses.

Why?

Because it was pleasure. That was all he felt, nothing else.

He even refused to acknowledge where, or who, these emotions came from. He was that much of a mess, a bunch of bits and bobs barely coherent with reality.

Was he dreaming? Was he asleep?

Bahamut, he must be dreaming, dreaming the world away in this miracle of the idea that his mate had come to save him from loneliness, from inadequacy, from the lack of love.

However, this was reality, and so, his beastly side tried to embrace that too.

After a few moments of being a mound of scales upon his beloved, he snaked his neck around the left side of the man's head, his blue eyes still closed.

They were both still breathing deeply after the act, and as such, John couldn't do anything at all but savor his dragon's presence.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Marlo slightly opened his jaws as he twisted his head slightly to the left, and…

And…

John felt it.

“Uh! Ughhhh…~"

He felt the dragon on the side of his skull.

Why?

Because Marlo was _nibbling _on his neck and earlobe.

John felt the dragon's _teeth _on his flesh, touching such points of nerves that he couldn't help but let out that light groan. The warm incisors were being brought to the forefront as they smoothed around the flexible squamous as Marlo bit him, almost as some sort of gratitude for making him a glob of cells.

Of course, even a dragon's more primal side knew not to harm their soulmate, as he made sure to not let the sharp end of his fangs come in contact with the skin. He used the smoother sides of the teeth to nip at the man to be as careful and meticulous as possible despite his condition, as he would rather suffer eternal pain than to cause harm and draw blood from the one that held his heart.

The instinct likely came from drakes and dragonesses nicking at the throat scales of their partner before the sacred act or even the dance of the mating flight in some cases.

John was no drake or dragoness, but he was still the one to receive such loving sensations.

Beautiful.

It was about a minute of the chewing before Marlo retreated his head, but only somewhat, as he then curled his neck to the right before lazily dragging the side of his face on the man's, eyelids still unopened.

He was still in the state of cloudiness as his senses were rapidly recovering. After the act of companionship, he got onto his wobbly legs once more, separating the bodies of the pair.

It took effort, but he did so in a herculean task, as not many did such things with loving intention before.

The drake then opened his eyes, rounded pupils of the deepest blue of the recesses of the ocean, beaming as they stared down at John, breathing a massive exhale as he lifted himself up.

As he did so, he removed the two members from one another. However, they were still aroused, as despite the pressure from the drake's weight on them, they were still stiffened. A last drop of pre leaked out and dropped upon the man's stomach, which glistened on the drake's upon the dragon falling on him. It touched and joined the stickiness, coming out like dollop of hot glue from a glue gun.

This was meant to be their first night together, and they were already tired.

However, they were still doped on their emotions, needs, and wants.

They wanted to be one, forever and ever.

They breathed like finishing a marathon, the man sweaty and the drake covered in clear fluids on his lower half. They got their bearings for about a few minutes, Marlo just standing over the human.

His mind collected, he finally spoke.

It was the next phase.

Marlo knew that it was going to hurt, so the drake could do only one thing to soften the blow.

Even then, he had intense reservations about it.

Why?

“J-John…"

The man just held still as his green eyes of shrubbery still held contact with the dragon's, hearing his own name, the human still in more of one piece than the Marlo was just minutes ago.

He listened.

“I-I…"

Marlo looked away to the left.

That blush was coming at him again, even if the man was already a bit reddened himself.

He broke the fragment off, as he was extremely nervous, and in hindsight, it was embarrassing to ask about.

Because he had to ask about…about…

Bahamut…

Even now, he struggled to get his words into the right places.

How could he?

He about to ask the man to let…to _let _him…

No, he needed to do it, even if he personally didn't want to.

It was…

Bahamut, it was a serious trouble just describing it now.

Still, it had to be done.

For John.

He returned his gaze to the man he fell in love with, falling into the emeralds he so enjoyed drinking in with his mind's eye.

He regained confidence and spoke once more.

“I-I need t-to…prepare you…"

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Well, I guess they fondled their things like they're arcade joysticks...

You can only guess what comes next...