{"sf1_id":2240568,"sf2_id":"yndPJZPn","title":"My Mate III: No One at the Bridge (His Touch)","author":"CaptainMemes","words":4798,"posted_at":"2025-04-03T21:35:33.000Z","tags":["Alternate Reality","Balls","Bed","Bedroom","Cock","Dragon","Frottage","Gay","Gay Relationships","Gay sex","Handjob","Homosexual","Human","Kissing","Love","M/M","Modern","NSFW","Non-Anthro","Nude","Nudity","Penis","Pre","Precum","Realistic","Romance","Sex","Size Difference","Story","Story Series"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2240568-my-mate-iii-no-one-at-the-bridge-his-touch","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/yndPJZPn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/81/dc/81dcfcdb-9f96-44c2-a0c3-f776058d3d90","description":"\"...I took the helm so eagerly...\"  \n  \n\"...And sailed for distant lands...\"","content":"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.\n\nHe had to remove his pants, socks, and undergarments.\n\nMarlo 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.\n\nHe saw the man get undressed, his spine popping out, and even…\n\nHe saw…\n\nMarlo's orbs glanced at his lower body.\n\nJohn removed the pants, and…\n\nOh…\n\nOh Bahamut…\n\nHe became glued to…\n\nWhile he still wore his socks on his feet, there was a black covering on John's…\n\nIt was tight around his waist, and yet only went a tiny bit down the legs.\n\nAnd in the middle, he saw…\n\nH-He saw…\n\nT-Those…two…_large_…\n\nMarlo had never seen a human's..._rump_ this close and this unveiled…\n\nHe…\n\nH-He…\n\nMarlo felt a\u0026nbsp;_warmness\u0026nbsp;_escape his…\n\nH-His\u0026nbsp;_lower half_…\n\nHe felt his…\n\nHis…\n\nThe drake's eyes widened.\n\nHis scaled\u0026nbsp;cheekbones\u0026nbsp;became flush with\u0026nbsp;_embarrassment_.\n\nAs a last resort, he undid his right wing and covered himself, the joint to the left and his other wing out on standby.\n\nNo…he…\n\nH-He didn't want John to see him like _this_!\n\nWell, they were about to mate, but…\n\nW-What if he was\u0026nbsp;_scared_?\n\nScared of\u0026nbsp;_him_? Of…_that_?\n\nHe didn't want to put fear into his heart! He didn't want him to have negative feelings towards his…_his_…\n\nJohn 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.\n\nThen, he began with his undergarments.\n\nHe took his thumbs into the waistband, and, in one delicate yet swift pull, yanked them down, bending over and trailing them to his ankles.\n\nOh…\n\nO-O-Oh B-Bahamut…\n\nMarlo'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.\n\nThey were two roundish protrusions that made up the\u0026nbsp;_buttocks_, the mounds of fat meant to protect them from behind.\n\nAnd hold what he needed to…\n\nHe 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.\n\nNo, he needed to stop.\n\nHis body said there was no going, but his mind didn't want that.\n\nNot yet.\n\nIt was simply his draconic body. He couldn't do anything about it.\n\nAfter 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.\n\nNow, John was\u0026nbsp;_naked_.\n\nOpen.\n\nBare.\n\n_Vunerable_.\n\nThe thought didn't escape John, and yet, he went with it anyways.\n\nIsn't that what courage was?\n\nFearing of facing the unknown, and yet walking on towards it anyways?\n\nBesides, this was\u0026nbsp;_Marlo\u0026nbsp;_they were talking about.\n\nThat smart, funny, goofy, and shockingly open dragon he fell in love with.\n\nThey 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.\n\nIt didn't matter that he was a _human_, and that Marlo was a _dragon_.\n\nThe world didn't matter. It was only John and Marlo.\n\nAnd 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.\n\nHe's never touched the sheets without clothes on, but it didn't matter.\n\nNothing else did.\n\nMarlo's eyes then caught onto him as he planted his rump onto blanket and…\n\nHe…\n\nH-He…\n\nHe saw…\n\nThe drake's eyes widened as big as _saucers_ as he saw…\n\nHe felt the man get red in the face and look away in sheepishness as himself being…well…you know…\n\nThose blue pupils felt and became glued to…\n\nHim.\n\nNo, not just him, it.\n\nHis\u0026nbsp;_penis_.\n\nHe'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.\n\nIt was\u0026nbsp;just\u0026nbsp;_out_, the whole thing, in between his legs, no opening.\n\nNo wonder why humans wore clothes. It was not only for protection and insulation, but also to shield their\u0026nbsp;_nether regions_.\n\nJohn's\u0026nbsp;_manhood\u0026nbsp;_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\u0026nbsp;_coloration, the angle it flew to being curved in a crescent.\n\nHowever, what confused yet fascinated Marlo was what was\u0026nbsp;_under\u0026nbsp;_it.\n\nUnderneath the erect appendage was a sack the same color as the rest, and yet…_darker_.\n\nDespite it being wrinkled, he could easily identify what was housed within them.\n\nThe\u0026nbsp;_orbs_…\n\nThey were his\u0026nbsp;_testicles_, another reason why humans were so adamant on halting the\u0026nbsp;removal of their articles unless they were having a moment such as this.\n\nThat…\n\nMarlo let out a deep breath as he felt a weight in his chest.\n\nThat…\n\nThat was what humans, his\u0026nbsp;_John_, looked like.\n\nNo bars held, no going back.\n\nSo…_that\u0026nbsp;_was what a human…_there_…looked like.\n\nWhat\u0026nbsp;_John\u0026nbsp;_looked like.\n\nHe couldn't pull his eyes off it.\n\nHe...H-He's never seen such a thing before.\n\nAfter all, that was what his lover had.\n\nHimself?\n\nWell, he only stared for only about a moment before returning his eyes to those forest green ones, his own filled with a renewed confidence.\n\nIf John, a\u0026nbsp;_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.\n\nHe relaxed his wing and returned both to his back, displaying in its\u0026nbsp;_full glory_…\n\nOnce he did so, not a\u0026nbsp;millisecond\u0026nbsp;passed before his pupils blew up at the sight of it.\n\nHis\u0026nbsp;_drakehood_.\n\nLike Marlo, John had never seen the opposing species private parts, even if in essence they were the same in terms of look and purpose.\n\nBut…_this_?\n\n_Nothing\u0026nbsp;_could have prepared John for this.\n\nMarlo's length was of a darkened pink, like an\u0026nbsp;_internal muscle_, which only made sense given that it pushed itself out of a slit in the psychic dragon's\u0026nbsp;_crotch_. It was something that hid itself deep inside him, which was different given that a human's\u0026nbsp;_junk\u0026nbsp;_was out and about without pants.\n\nHence why it appeared like something from his\u0026nbsp;_insides_.\n\nLike 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\u0026nbsp;_conic_, the appearance having the only relation in image to a\u0026nbsp;_circular tent_\u0026nbsp;of all things.\n\nAnd he was as\u0026nbsp;_hard\u0026nbsp;_as\u0026nbsp;_steel_, bouncing upon his heart pumping blood into the vessels, which steadily increased.\n\nThat, and above all else, was the sheer scope that was its\u0026nbsp;_size_.\n\nA human would be perfectly fine with a\u0026nbsp;_rod\u0026nbsp;_like his, but _Marlo's_?\n\nHis\u0026nbsp;_endowment\u0026nbsp;_put his own to shame!\n\nWell, it wasn't…\n\nDear Lord…\n\nAnd so, John couldn't help but be…\n\nIntimidated?\n\nIn\u0026nbsp;_awe_?\n\nGod, what was there to say?\n\nHe brought his right hand up to his mouth as he swept it back and forth in nervousness and, yet…\n\nAdmiration?\n\nHe didn't know what to think, although he still did speak some words, mostly to himself more than anything else.\n\n“_Oh\u0026nbsp;shit__…_\", he said rather quietly.\n\nHowever, the purple dragon heard it regardless.\n\nAnd, well, he could help but feel…\n\nAshamed?\n\nMarlo gained a rather hurt look as he turned to the left, disappointed with himself.\n\nHe should've known that John would feel disgusted by…_him\u0026nbsp;_and his…\n\nIf 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_.\n\nThe appearance of looking like some _organ_ in his abdomen and coming out from a fleshy opening didn't help anything either.\n\nIt probably looked so\u0026nbsp;_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.\n\nBahamut…\n\nHe knew it. It was probably over.\n\n“It…doesn't\u0026nbsp;_look\u0026nbsp;good_, does it?\", the dragon responded, in a melancholic tone, defeated.\n\nTwo things came to John's mind.\n\nFor one, Marlo shouldn't feel so down on himself. He hated seeing him like that.\n\nAnd secondly…\n\nWell…he had to admit that it was…_unusual_.\n\nThe organic mechanism was like a\u0026nbsp;_canine_. Dogs\u0026nbsp;always had a pouch underneath their tail and rear in which their…_thing\u0026nbsp;_would come out when needed, and nothing more.\n\nBut this?\n\nNot even the sight of that could prep him for the vision of…_that\u0026nbsp;_doing…\n\nBut…\n\nNo, a dick was a\u0026nbsp;_dick_. Nitrogenous waste still came out, and so did sexual fluids required for reproduction.\n\nIt didn't look bad, just…_different_.\n\n“No, it's just…\"\n\nEven John struggled to put into a sentence what was on his mind, even if the drake could read it at any time.\n\nNo, Marlo should feel this way.\n\nBecause he was neutral at first, and now was…\n\nUgh…\n\nEven he couldn't conjure up some piece of the English language to paint a picture on this.\n\nAnd so, he let out a statement almost silently, but still with a twinge of embarrassment.\n\n“…_Big_…\"\n\nMarlo's eyes blew up like an expanding lake from a rainstorm as he heard him.\n\nHe…wasn't horrified of…?\n\nO-Of…_him_?\n\nWell, he likely had reservations, as he's had towards everything, but…he didn't look at his member with…_resentment_?\n\nAnd the last sentence shocked him the most.\n\nHe was…?\n\nWell, he had to admit that a drake of his\u0026nbsp;_caliber\u0026nbsp;_eclipsed John's own by a\u0026nbsp;_landslide_, but…\n\nJohn was concerned about the\u0026nbsp;_length\u0026nbsp;_more than anything else?\n\nAnd…was it a…_compliment\u0026nbsp;_of sorts?\n\nHe also noticed John's face light up in a burning\u0026nbsp;red\u0026nbsp;as he looked away to the right upon lowering his hand to grip his other one.\n\nHe was just as flabbergasted that he said such a thing out loud, even if the world could've cared less.\n\nThe drake gazed forwards before sputtering a phrase.\n\n“Oh!\u0026nbsp;_Uh_…\", he stammered, looking to the left in a rather anxious look upon his maw.\n\nBahamut.\n\nHow do you respond to that?\n\nYour lover commenting on the clear _size difference_?\n\nHe didn't know.\n\nHow could he know?\n\nHe's never experienced courtship until just recently.\n\nAnd 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.\n\n“W-Well, uh,\u0026nbsp;_y-you don't look bad yourself_…\"\n\nEven 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\u0026nbsp;pink.\n\nHow…\n\nHow did their lives come to this?\n\nThey were blushing deep\u0026nbsp;_red\u0026nbsp;_at the visage of their\u0026nbsp;_genitalia_.\n\nIn any other situation, it would've seemed utterly\u0026nbsp;_ridiculous_.\n\nHow could it not be?\n\nThere was no previous memory of approaching such subject matter.\n\nEven with older young dragons being taught matehood, this was completely new.\n\nThat, and…well…\n\nThis was a most..._private\u0026nbsp;_matter.\n\nBut wasn't this just\u0026nbsp;that?\n\nPrivate?\n\nIt made sense. Their bodies were not truly familiar to each other in…_that\u0026nbsp;_way.\n\nBut…the mating had to happen for their hearts to become one.\n\nIt was…the only way\u0026nbsp;_home_…\n\nAfter 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…\n\nHe…\n\nHe started…\n\nCrawling.\n\nOn all four of his paws, he crunched the box springs as he made his way over to John.\n\nHe aimed to be\u0026nbsp;_above\u0026nbsp;_him.\n\nJohn, 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.\n\nHe let…\n\nIt all happened so quickly.\n\nIn between his spread legs, Marlo closed the distance.\n\nAnd…\n\n_And…_\n\nFor the first time in either of their lives, their most sensitive and private of parts made contact with\u0026nbsp;_flesh_.\n\nJohn let out a breath of a gasp, even though it resembled an exhale, upon seeing…_feeling_…\n\nHe looked down at the sensation, and…\n\nOh…\n\nOh God…\n\nIt was Marlo's massive draconic\u0026nbsp;_cock_, the heat of the penis burning upon his own like\u0026nbsp;_embers\u0026nbsp;_of a\u0026nbsp;_campfire\u0026nbsp;_as they were\u0026nbsp;touching, the _tip_ aiming up and forwards towards his face.\n\nAnd, most shocking of all, was the\u0026nbsp;scale\u0026nbsp;of it all compared to his own, even when it wasn't fully straight due to holding down his own nethers.\n\nThat was…going to…\n\nIt was a clear foreshadowing of its size compared when it…_it_…\n\nJohn decided to break eye contact with it. However, it wasn't without an equally pleasurable sight as his face was red like a sunburn.\n\nHe 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.\n\nHe…\n\nHe was lost in those eyes…\n\nDespite everything, he…\n\nH-He found solace in those eyes.\n\nAnd another thing he found?\n\nCompanionship.\n\nMarlo 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\u0026nbsp;_smothering\u0026nbsp;_him.\n\nJohn 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.\n\nHeated 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.\n\nTheir 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.\n\nEven 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.\n\nThis\u0026nbsp;was\u0026nbsp;_bliss_.\n\nGorgeous.\n\nLike a moth to the eternal flame, they couldn't resist each other, for they were meant to be.\n\nUpon mashing their mouths together in their unbreakable bond, they still remained conscious as they felt true beauty in the act of intimacy.\n\nCase and point, what happened\u0026nbsp;_next_.\n\nAs 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.\n\nGod…\n\nWhat was he doing?\n\nOh, he knew what he was doing.\n\nHe was beginning to forever bond to the drake, that's _what_.\n\nAnd so, the thought hatched in his head.\n\nHe was in a vulnerable position, and\u0026nbsp;_he\u0026nbsp;_was supposed to feel all the pleasure of tonight's future events rapidly approaching, so…\n\nHe thought…\n\nWhy not…\n\nWhy not try…\n\nHe had his dexterous hands even though his sight was partially covered by the drake's upper jaws, nostrils, closed eyes, horns, and all.\n\nAnd so, John decides to go forth with his action, taking his right, opening it up, as if to grasp…\n\nGrasp…\n\nDespite having his field of vision blocked by the drake enjoying locking lips with his, he managed to guide his hand to hold his…\n\nAnd to grip to…\n\nTo…\n\n_There._\n\nMarlo's eyes darted opened open in complete shock and…\n\nAnd…\n\n_Pleasure_…?\n\nHe broke the kiss, leaving more of their entwined saliva to fall silently as he whipped his head up and faced forwards at the wall.\n\nWell, so of…\n\nYou see, Marlo actually curved his skull up a bit because he was in pure\u0026nbsp;_ecstasy_.\n\nWhy?\n\nBecause of\u0026nbsp;John.\n\nHe used his right hand and opened it up like a claw to handle his manhood and to clasp Marlo's member at the middle.\n\nHe had just touched one of the most sensitive parts of a dragon.\n\n“O-_ **Oh!** _\", Marlo let out in boiling warmness the spread from his\u0026nbsp;groin\u0026nbsp;and to his\u0026nbsp;brain.\n\nWha…\n\nW-Wha…\n\nW-What was…\n\nWhat was…happening?\n\nWhy did he feel this…on\u0026nbsp;_his_…\n\nWell.\n\nIt appeared that John had in fact garnered the amethyst dragon's attention.\n\nBefore Marlo could begin to process what had just transpired, John made his next move.\n\nHe…\n\nHe slid…_down_.\n\nWhile John had to suppress a groan upon sensing a burning\u0026nbsp;sun\u0026nbsp;at the base of the drakehood, Marlo quivered and\u0026nbsp;_shivered_, his body not used to such a beautiful sensation.\n\nIt was like he was shaking to get some water droplets off after a rainstorm.\n\n“Oh!\u0026nbsp;_ **Oh****!**_ Oh…_oh_…\"\n\nHe felt it.\n\nHe 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.\n\nThose hands…\n\n_B-Bahamut have mercy on me…_\n\nThen, John continued pleasuring his drakefriend.\n\nHe did the polar opposite.\n\nLike 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.\n\nTheir\u0026nbsp;_shafts\u0026nbsp;_were now in full contact with each other, together.\n\n“O-Oh\u0026nbsp;_Bahamut_, oh…\", the drake rambled on.\n\nHe…he…\n\nH-He'd had never felt…\n\nDid he…\n\nWhat…\n\nThen, John went slid down again, like a_\u0026nbsp;firefighter's pole_.\n\n“Oh…Bahamut…_ughhhh_…~\"\n\nThen, they…\n\nOh…\n\nJohn held their slick members together, sluggishly sweeping up and down their endowments, hearing more and more of Marlo's draconic babbling.\n\nOh…\n\nOh God…\n\nHe felt…\n\nGod…\n\nHe felt…\n\nHe felt Marlo's…\n\nH-He's never felt another's…\n\nHe's…\n\nH-He's never even touched\u0026nbsp;_himself_!\n\nBut now…\n\nNow, he was firmly grasping a\u0026nbsp;_dragon's penis_!\n\nGod, what were the odds his life would come to this?\n\nIt was\u0026nbsp;_searing_. It was fiercely flaming out\u0026nbsp;_hotness_, more so than even his own despite the spongy material in both being hardened by their blood.\n\nAnd it was big. By God was it\u0026nbsp;_big_.\n\nHe just barely managed to hold the two together with his fingers while he brought them to each other with his thumb.\n\nBringing two halves of a whole into one piece.\n\nAnd…and…\n\nDear Lord, what was he doing?\n\nHe's never…\n\nHe was…\n\nOh God.\n\nHe was giving himself and a dragon a literal\u0026nbsp;_hand job_.\n\nHe would've never imagined that this would happen.\n\nBut it didn't matter.\n\nWhy?\n\nBecause this was\u0026nbsp;_Marlo_. The one he had grown to love more than anything else on this plane of existence.\n\nHe wouldn't have had it any other way.\n\nAnd it wasn't like he didn't enjoy it, because by God, he\u0026nbsp;_did_.\n\nWhile his own\u0026nbsp;_staff\u0026nbsp;_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.\n\nSpeaking of which, he had no doubt in his mind that Marlo enjoying himself quite a bit as well.\n\nYes, actually…\n\nMarlo…\n\n_Marlo_…was in\u0026nbsp;_Bahamut's paradise_.\n\nHe never knew that John could…\n\nC-Could…\n\nCould make him feel this\u0026nbsp;_way_…\n\nMarlo was powerless, but that wasn't all bad, as his neurons pelted him with grace and sanctity as the man turned him into\u0026nbsp;_putty_.\n\nInto an incoherent mess of a dragon that stuttered over and over again phrases that he spat out without any rhyme or reason.\n\nHis beastly side let out groans of draconic pleasure as John slid up and down their members, slicking them in preparatory fluids.\n\nAt the heads of their instruments came a clear and viscous liquid that came out with such stimulation.\n\nTheir\u0026nbsp;_pre_, a sign of more things to come, slipped out and intermixed into a single coherent fluid, dribbling down to eventually make a light\u0026nbsp;_plop\u0026nbsp;_onto the man's center, uncaring that Marlo was making a mess on him.\n\n_Oh…oh Bahamut, I…_\n\nNothing.\n\nMarlo couldn't say, nor\u0026nbsp;_do\u0026nbsp;_anything.\n\nBut he was fine and content with that.\n\nBecause the emotions that he felt were simply\u0026nbsp;_overwhelming\u0026nbsp;_him, making him feel all nice and warm inside, something that was only achievable from the actions of his lover.\n\nAnd so, John just kept on rubbing their shafts together, making the drake delirious with pleasure as his sensitive organ was held by the man.\n\nIt all went on for so long, and they haven't even got to the main event yet.\n\nIt's all too much.\n\nHowever, the man wasn't done yet. There was but one more thing he could do.\n\nIt was risky given that that part was sensitive, possibly more so than their members, and Marlo may not like it.\n\nYet, at the same time, it could make Marlo so unbelievably\u0026nbsp;_blasted\u0026nbsp;_with neuronic overloading, that it would leave him pleasured beyond belief.\n\nAfterall, what kind of mate would he be if he couldn't make his drakefriend feel better despite all the struggles in life?\n\nAnd so, he took the chance.\n\nWith his left hand, free compared to the right one pulling on their\u0026nbsp;_heats_, he guided those fingers around the drake's neck and barrel and over his back.\n\nThe drake couldn't notice, his eyes half-lidded and mind a puddle of\u0026nbsp;_liquid ecstasy_\u0026nbsp;as the dragon felt like he couldn't get enough of this.\n\nHe couldn't believe that he felt this\u0026nbsp;_good_. Bahamut, how was this possible? How…did he miss this for…for so\u0026nbsp;_long_?\n\nSo long without\u0026nbsp;_mating_?\n\nWell, he was happy now.\n\nFortune smiles upon the patient.\n\nHowever, his high was going to be on a whole other level.\n\nHe couldn't recognize the man brushing his left hand on his amethyst scales as he lifted it above it.\n\nHis\u0026nbsp;_wing joint_.\n\nDragons treasured their\u0026nbsp;_wings_, and incredibly so. It was what gave them their identity, their gift from their draconic creator, along with their powers and strength.\n\nAfter 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\u0026nbsp;_sensitive\u0026nbsp;_they were.\n\nThank Bahamut their wings were so much of what made Dragonkind, well,\u0026nbsp;_Dragonkind_, for without such a thing, he would've never have met his future mate known as\u0026nbsp;_John Fitzgerald_.\n\nHowever, with that said, he was wholly unprepared from what he felt next.\n\nJohn curled his palm and aimed his fingers down.\n\nRight where his back met his wing.\n\nIt was so sudden and fast, that Marlo could do nothing but\u0026nbsp;_feel\u0026nbsp;_it.\n\nJohn pushed down into the joint, and if Marlo wasn't already a mess, he certainly was\u0026nbsp;_now_.\n\nThe 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\u0026nbsp;_billiard balls_.\n\nHe 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\u0026nbsp;_crushing\u0026nbsp;_him.\n\nDragons were always heavier than humans, but John knew that he would be fine as, well, he\u0026nbsp;_succeeded_.\n\nMarlo, with his eyes shut in peace and tiredness, was a boneless pile of\u0026nbsp;_flesh\u0026nbsp;_as he felt numb all over.\n\nHis mind was in the gutter as he struggled to comprehend anything.\n\nHe had trouble regaining his senses.\n\nWhy?\n\nBecause it was\u0026nbsp;_pleasure_. That was all he felt, nothing else.\n\nHe even refused to acknowledge where, or\u0026nbsp;_who_, these emotions came from. He was that much of a mess, a bunch of bits and bobs barely coherent with reality.\n\nWas he dreaming? Was he\u0026nbsp;_asleep_?\n\nBahamut, he\u0026nbsp;must\u0026nbsp;be dreaming, dreaming the world away in this miracle of the idea that his mate had come to save him from\u0026nbsp;_loneliness_, from\u0026nbsp;_inadequacy_, from the\u0026nbsp;_lack of love_.\n\nHowever, this was reality, and so, his beastly side tried to embrace that too.\n\nAfter 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.\n\nThey were both still breathing deeply after the act, and as such, John couldn't do anything at all but savor his dragon's presence.\n\nNothing more, nothing less.\n\nMarlo slightly opened his jaws as he twisted his head slightly to the left, and…\n\nAnd…\n\nJohn felt it.\n\n“Uh!\u0026nbsp;_Ughhhh_…~\"\n\nHe felt the dragon on the side of his skull.\n\nWhy?\n\nBecause Marlo was\u0026nbsp;_nibbling\u0026nbsp;_on his neck and earlobe.\n\nJohn felt the dragon's\u0026nbsp;_teeth\u0026nbsp;_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.\n\nOf 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.\n\nThe 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.\n\nJohn was no drake or dragoness, but he was still the one to receive such loving sensations.\n\nBeautiful.\n\nIt 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.\n\nHe 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.\n\nIt took effort, but he did so in a herculean task, as not many did such things with loving intention before.\n\nThe 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.\n\nAs 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\u0026nbsp;_hot glue_\u0026nbsp;from a _glue gun_.\n\nThis was meant to be their first night together, and they were already\u0026nbsp;tired.\n\nHowever, they were still doped on their emotions, needs, and wants.\n\nThey wanted to be one, forever and ever.\n\nThey 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.\n\nHis mind collected, he finally spoke.\n\nIt was the next phase.\n\nMarlo knew that it was going to hurt, so the drake could do only one thing to soften the blow.\n\nEven then, he had intense reservations about it.\n\nWhy?\n\n“J-John…\"\n\nThe 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.\n\nHe listened.\n\n“_I-I…_\"\n\nMarlo looked away to the left.\n\nThat blush was coming at him again, even if the man was already a bit reddened himself.\n\nHe broke the fragment off, as he was extremely nervous, and in hindsight, it was embarrassing to ask about.\n\nBecause he had to ask about…_about_…\n\nBahamut…\n\nEven now, he struggled to get his words into the right places.\n\nHow could he?\n\nHe about to ask the man to let…to\u0026nbsp;_let\u0026nbsp;_him…\n\nNo, he needed to do it, even if he personally didn't want to.\n\nIt was…\n\nBahamut, it was a serious trouble just describing it now.\n\nStill, it had to be done.\n\nFor John.\n\nHe 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.\n\nHe regained confidence and spoke once more.\n\n“I-I need t-to…_prepare_\u0026nbsp;you…\"\n\n* * *\n\n_Well, I guess they fondled their things like they're arcade joysticks..._\n\n_You can only guess what comes next..._","series":{"name":"The Purple Phoenix","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2236866-my-mate-ii-didacts-and-narpets-his-comfort.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2242967-my-mate-iv-panacea-his-warmth.json"}}