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Gravel crackled as Abe turned off the road and onto Balt's driveway. The dragon had given him his address, but his home was so remote that a map didn't do the location justice. These last few miles had been nothing but dirt road, and the woods were so dense that only a few specks of light broke through the canopy. It was good hiking and climbing territory, as Abe could personally attest to, but today he was driving past all of it.

Ostensibly, Balt had invited him over for dinner, but his texts had been too flirtatious for that to be all. Abe understood the subtext well enough. He had packed a toothbrush and a change of clothes. Even if he was wrong, being over-prepared was never a mistake.

Abe crested a hill. This was one long driveway. Wherever Balt's place was, it still wasn't in sight. The trees hid most of the landscape. Abe didn't even know what to expect. A shack, perhaps? Maybe a cozy cabin? Either would have fit in just fine out here in the middle of the woods.

But as Balt's house came into view, it turned out to be neither. The dragon's home looked like it belonged in a suburb. It was single-storied, quaint, and clean. The driveway ended in an empty, open garage. Apparently, Balt had no need of a vehicle. At least it was paved.

Abe pulled in and parked just outside the garage. Slinging his backpack onto his shoulder, he climbed out of his car and stretched. The drive had been a little under an hour. He went up the path, which was paved and lined with tulips, until he reached the front door. Here was the first sign that a dragon lived within: the door handle was at knee-height. As Abe understood it, dragons that immigrated to Earth often repurposed human homes like this.

He knocked three times.

After a few moments of waiting, there came a scrambling from behind the doors, and then Balt flung them both open.

The stunning dragon before him took Abe aback. Balt had polished his verdant scales to a mirror-like finish and was giving Abe the biggest grin he had ever seen a dragon make. Around his neck sat a thin, silver necklace, and a few tail rings rounded out Balt's jewelry. If Abe hadn't known better, he would've thought this was a completely different dragon from the horny and unsocialized one he had met only a week ago.

"Abe! Welcome!" Balt said. "Come in, come in. Your timing is just perfect—I've got dinner finishing up in the oven. Should be done any second now."

"Hey." Abe stepped inside, only to be immediately assaulted by the smell of roasting garlic and cooked fish. "Oh, that smells good."

"Mmm, doesn't it? I have some rolls out already. Over this way."

Abe kicked off his shoes before following Balt into his home. Balt's tail swished back and forth, and Abe stared at his rear longer than was polite. Before their encounter, his interest in dragons had only been passing. His experience with Balt had changed that. He was downright excited for tonight.

Setting his backpack down by the entranceway, Abe examined Balt's house. The place was spacious. Already he could see the differences between dragon furnishings and human ones: every table was at hip height, and he had to duck under a few low-hanging lamps. Where he expected chairs, there were instead cushions, and even the wall art hung lower than expected.

"You have a nice place," Abe said.

"Thanks! It's a bit too big for me, though. And I don't mean the whole human-ceiling-height thing. It's a lot of house for one person."

Abe cocked his head. "I suppose it is."

Balt turned a corner into the dining room. He had turned down the lights, though upon second glance, it was because the light fixture held candles instead of bulbs. Beneath it was a round dining table, already laid out for dinner. Unlike the other furniture, this one was at a height Abe was used to, and had a proper chair to boot. He got the sneaking suspicion that Balt rarely had either set out.

"You didn't mention this would be a fancy dinner," Abe said, tucking his undershirt into the loose waist of his sweatpants and straightening his wrinkled hoodie. "I feel like I should have brought wine, or something."

"Nonsense. I told you I'd handle all that. It's more than enough just to have you here." He turned around and ambled towards the kitchen. "Anyway, make yourself comfortable. I'll have dinner out in just a moment."

Abe shook his head before pulling out the chair and sitting down at the table. If he had known Balt was making things this extravagant, he'd have dressed up and brought something, regardless of whether Balt wanted him to. This was supposed to be a booty call with a meal attached. He had no issues with romantic dinner dates, but the whole thing made him feel ungracious. Balt had put so much energy into tonight, and here he was, dressed on the unkempt side of casual, having contributed to none of it.

Based on how things had gone when they first met, Abe assumed sex was on the table. Had he misread things? There was plenty of insinuation that this was more than just dinner, but maybe he had assumed too much. Balt had apologized on three separate occasions over text for being excessively forward last time, no matter how much Abe tried to tell him it was fine, so maybe the dragon wanted to take things slowly instead? It made a strange sort of sense. Balt was treating this as a first date, a starting over. That would explain all the wooing.

Abe poured himself a glass of water. He'd just have to play it by ear. If Balt wanted to play the part of a gentleman, Abe would hardly complain. And unless Balt objected, Abe would do his best to make sure this dinner date had a sleepover.

A timer beeped from behind him, followed shortly by the clanging sounds of shifting pans. Only a half wall separated the kitchen from the dining area, but even that was tall enough to obscure Balt. Abe caught a flick of his tail.

"Hey Abe?" Balt shouted from the kitchen.

"Yeah?"

"Can you help me carry this stuff to the table?"

Abe set his glass down and got up. "Sure."

As he got to the kitchen, the first thing Abe noticed was the mess. One countertop, at thigh-height, like the rest, was covered in a thick dusting of flour and dried strings of dough. The sink overflowed with dirty mixing bowls and spatulas. The pan of fish Balt had just pulled from the oven rested atop the stove, alongside a small skillet of sauce. Balt was in the process of plating it all.

"Could you get the salad?" He pointed his tail at a glass bowl. "And then our plates; I'll have them ready in just a moment." Balt poured the sauce over the fish.

"Of course." Abe picked up the bowl. The thick glass made it surprisingly hefty. "Though you know, as a host, it's rude to give work to your guest."

Balt paused halfway through pouring a ladle of sauce.

"I'm kidding." Abe started back towards the table. "You've done so much, it's the least I can do."

"Right." Balt finished pouring the sauce onto the plate. He set down the ladle. "I could get them, you know. But walking with three legs can be awkward. I either go slowly or risk dropping things. Especially with plates."

"It's fine, Balt. Really. I don't mind." Abe set the salad down on the dining table. "In fact," he continued, stepping back into the kitchen, "I'd feel bad if you didn't let me do at least this much."

"Don't. This is my treat." He stepped back from the plates as Abe returned. "I am grateful, though."

"It's nothing," Abe said, grabbing them. "Though I wouldn't complain if you let me skip out on cleaning the dishes."

Balt laughed and dropped a spatula into the crowded sink. "Oh, I'm going to skip out on that, too. At least while you're here. That is future-Balt's problem."

Abe chuckled along and brought the plates with fish over to the table. They were indeed hot, and some of the sauce threatened to spill over, but it was a short walk.

"Is this real fish?"

"Yup." Balt's expression turned to one of concern. "Is that okay? I'm sorry, I didn't even think to ask—"

"No, no! It's fine. But fancy. I've only ever had the fake stuff."

"Well, there's a farmer's market downtown." Balt's tail swished back and forth. "You have to get there early, though, because it goes fast, what with the quotas and all. But don't let my shoddy cooking make or break your opinion of fish!"

Abe smiled, drinking in the tantalizing aroma. "I don't know. It smells pretty good. I'm sure it'll be great."

Abe pulled out his chair once more, and Balt removed a stool from under the table. The dragon stepped onto it with his front legs, which put him at the correct height for the human-sized table.

"You really pulled out all the stops for me, huh?" Abe said, rapping the side with a fist.

"Only a bit. Don't worry, I didn't go too out of my way to get all this stuff. The previous owner of this place had a bunch of furniture they didn't care about. Wasn't really sure what I'd do with a table I can stand underneath of or chairs built for someone else's body, but I figured there was no harm in stashing them in the basement, in case I ever entertained."

"Worked out for you, then."

"It did." Balt looked at Abe for a long second before letting his eyes dart to the steaming plate of food. His gaze was hungry, but he didn’t make a move for his dish.

"Are you waiting for me to take the first bite?" Abe asked. "You're such a gentleman. Gentledrake? Gentledragon?"

Balt whined. "Can you just eat already? I'm hungry."

Abe waved a hand and chuckled as he broke off a chunk of the fish, popping it into his mouth. The flavor was incredible, balanced with a bit of lemon, and the fish was cooked to a moist and flaky perfection. Maybe it came down to Balt's culinary skills, or maybe it was because the fish was real, but it tasted better than the synthetic stuff that Abe normally had by a wide margin.

Now that etiquette was out of the way, Balt wasted no time diving into his food. He used his fork to position his meal on the plate so that he could take bites of it without dirtying his snout, and the bites he took from his sizable portion were huge. Granted, he was larger than Abe, so it stood to reason that he needed more food. But Abe suspected that the dragon rarely bothered with utensils.

"You know, you didn't have to wait for me," Abe said.

Balt swallowed another chunk of fish. "It's respectful."

Abe shrugged. He really didn't care about that. The formality of it almost irked him. Balt didn't need to bother with it, certainly not for his sake. Especially given what Abe hoped this was dinner date would turn into.

"Honestly, it doesn't matter to me," Abe said. "We're eating dinner together, not negotiating a treaty. It's not even the first time we've met."

Balt only hummed a response.

They ate in silence for a few awkward seconds. Abe's eyes met Balt's every so often. It was as if they were daring each other to be the first to speak. Abe's thoughts wandered to that first meeting of theirs. To its intimate and messy ending, especially. Balt hadn't touched on the matter yet, but it felt like something they ought to talk about. Not that Abe had any idea how to broach that subject over dinner.

"So, how was the drive over?" Balt finally asked.

Abe shrugged, swallowing a forkful of green beans. "Uneventful. But you weren't kidding when you said you live in the middle of nowhere."

"Don't I know it. Makes getting anything here a massive pain in the ass."

"You don't have a car, do you?"

"Nah. I just fly whenever I need to go somewhere."

"Don't they make them for dragons now, though?"

Balt swallowed. "Yeah, they do, and they charge four times as much for the privilege. No thanks. I can carry my own groceries, and everything else gets delivered."

"Well, so long as it works for you."

"It very much does." Right before he was about to eat another chunk out of his food, Balt paused. "Ah! I almost forgot. We have to toast! That's a thing, right?"

Abe suppressed his laugh, but not his smile. "I think that's more for large or formal events—"

"Don't care; I'm doing it, anyway." Balt held up his glass, balancing the stem between two claws, and Abe lifted his in kind. "To a lovely meal, with a lovely companion."

Abe shook his head and sighed as his glass clinked with Balt's. "So we're companions now?"

"Well, we can't be nothing. Not after what we shared." Balt scraped the rest of his plate clean. "I still feel bad about how things happened, by the way."

"You're still on about that?" This fancy dinner was for making amends after all, then. "I told you it was fine. Maybe the whole thing was a little weird and impromptu, but I remember it fondly." Abe's spine tingled. Fondly was an understatement, considering the number of times he had gotten off to the memory of their last encounter. But there was no sense telling Balt that over dinner.

"I'm glad you don't feel bothered by it, but it doesn't change the fact that I could have been better. That I'm going to do better."

"Hmm. I don't know." Abe rested his fork on his plate, giving Balt a playful look. "Isn't that a bit presumptuous? Assuming you're going to get such opportunities in the first place?"

Balt made a toothed grin. "I don't know, is it?"

No. It wasn't. Abe couldn't look at Balt without feeling pulled towards him. Without being charmed, or maybe a little turned on. Without wanting to be close to him. And he saw those same emotions reflected in Balt, if not more so.

Abe's throat felt dry. He swallowed. "Maybe it's not that presumptuous."

"Maybe not." Balt nodded to Abe's plate. "You're done?"

"Oh, yes. It was delicious."

"Glad to hear! Though I hope you saved room for desert."

"Oh?"

"I got it just for you." His voice turned husky. "A whole gallon of the creamy stuff."

Abe tingled and looked down the hallway, to where he assumed the bedroom lay.

Balt leaned in and whispered. "That's right. Ice cream."

Abe groaned. "Don't tell me you bought it solely to make that awful joke."

"Okay, I won't." He laughed. "It's actually frozen custard, if that makes you feel any better. I splurged. Want some?"

"Sure, I'll have a bit," Abe said, gathering the dishes from the table.

"Oh, I can get those—"

"It's fine, Balt. Where do you want them?"

Balt stepped down from the stool and turned to the kitchen. "Just by the sink is fine."

Abe followed Balt in, dirty dishes in tow, and set them in the little free space between the stove and sink. Unlike the table they ate at, the counters were just above knee-height. It didn't look like there was much room for plumbing. Maybe it went into the basement.

A loud thud came from behind Abe. He turned around just as Balt closed the freezer—which was also low to the ground—and cracked open the sizable container of custard.

"That's a lot of ice cream."

"It sure is," Balt said, scooping some into a bowl. "I have no idea how I'll get through it all. I'm not a fan of the stuff, to be honest."

"Well, you're the dumbass who got a whole gallon," Abe said, taking the bowl from Balt. "For a joke."

"And for you! Besides, it was the only size they had. For custard, at least."

Abe shook his head and tried a spoonful of the custard. It was actually quite good, even if he thought the whole thing fancy dinner thing was unnecessary. Balt really hadn't needed to go to this much trouble; dinner wasn't why he was here.

Abe ate the custard in silence, watching as Balt cleaned up a few miscellaneous items that were out. Balt clearly wanting to look busy to hide the fact that he was waiting for him. Abe ate faster.

When he finished the last spoonful, he set beside the sink and glanced at Balt. "So—"

"That's dinner."

"I guess so."

There was a long moment where they only looked at each other. Abe knew what wasn't getting said: now that they were done with dinner, they could move on with the rest of the night. If only one of them had the gall to take the not-actually-a-risk to stop dancing around what they both wanted. If only he had the gall.

Abe pursed his lips. "Um, you know, you sacrificed a perfectly good dessert segue to make a joke. Don't look at me for this awkward silence."

Balt laughed. "Abe. Can I kiss you?"

Abe's cheeks felt hot. "Um, sure, but I'll taste like fish and ice—"

Balt's tongue was in Abe's mouth before he could finish. Abe squeaked and then moaned, leaning into it. He had known dragon tongues were long, but actually having one in his mouth was a wholly novel experience. Balt's tongue dominated his mouth, shoving his own out of the way while he wetly prodded at every little crevice and shape. This wasn't a kiss. Balt was trying to lick the inside of his mouth clean.

When it finally ended, Abe found himself gasping for breath and more than a little aroused. "Fuck," he said.

"Good?"

"I didn't know dragons kissed," Abe breathed.

"We don't. Not that way, I mean. We usually do it like this." Balt nosed his way under Abe's chin, exposing his neck. Then his tongue slid out. He made eye contact with Abe for just a second before letting his tongue graze his neck. Then Balt licked him, slowly. It was seconds before he finished, and when he did, he looked at Abe expectantly.

Abe exhaled. So that was a dragon kiss. It was intimate, but it didn't do too much for him. At least it seemed easy enough to replicate. He leaned in. He could hear Balt's heartbeat. Or maybe that was his own. He poked his tongue out and flattened it against the dragon's scales. There was no taste, but the ridges felt strange on his tongue.

Then Abe licked upwards, the same way Balt had done to him, except twice as slowly and with more force. Halfway through, Balt made a soft, high-pitched whine, and his front leg started shaking. Abe took his time finishing.

When Abe finally pulled away, Balt had his eyes closed and hadn't moved at all. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No! No. Not even remotely." He sighed. "Your tongue was just so wide." Balt seemed to get lost in thought.

Abe licked him again, this time without restraint. Anywhere on the front of the neck was fair game. Balt's immediate thrashes told him all he needed to know about how his efforts were being received, so he doubled down, not stopping until Balt finally pushed his head away from his neck.

"Abe!" Balt grunted.

Abe made a devious grin and licked his lips. "What, too much?"

Balt narrowed his eyes. "Those kinds of licks belong in the bedroom. And we should take them there, or we'll make a mess here."

Abe leaned to the side, catching a flash of something familiar and pink beneath Balt's hips. He leaned in to his ear and said, "You mean you'll make a mess."

"A mess out of you."

Abe shuddered, remembering how turned on he had been from being covered in dragon spunk. There was something about the naughtiness, the excessive nature of it, that just did something to him.

"Just like last time."

"But better." Balt sniffed the air. "You know, you still smell like me."

Abe blinked. He had showered every night since their fateful meeting last week. Balt could still smell the evidence from then?

"It's faint," he added. "But there." He shivered, fluttering his wings. "That's—sorry if this is weird or possessive, but I really like that."

"That I smelled like you?"

"That anyone with half a nose would know you were mine."

Tingles ran down Abe's spine, and his eyes fluttered of their own accord. "Oh."

"Sorry, is that too much?"

"Uh, not exactly."

Balt's expression turned gleeful. "You like it?"

"A bit," he said, remembering what it had felt like when Balt had came all over him last time. The excess. The messy drive home. "Okay, maybe more than a bit."

Balt stood a little straighter. "I can make you mine again," he said. "Paint you. Renew that scent."

"Fuck, yes," Abe breathed. "And more, after?"

"Abe." He looked straight at him. "I'll do anything and everything you want me to. As long as it's with you."

Abe exhaled. Balt was being a little dramatic, maybe, but he couldn't say it didn't work on him. Abe's thoughts ran wild with what they could do. It was still early in the evening—they had hours to explore each other's bodies, to do every manner of every thing they wanted to again and again.

"Why aren't we in the bedroom right now?" Abe asked.

"This way," Balt said as he turned, letting his lifted tail graze against Abe's neck before striding down the hallway. Abe followed, eyes fixated under Balt's hiked and swaying tail. The green dragon's partial erection had emerged from his slit and dangled between his hind legs, and Abe felt no shame in checking him out.

When they passed the main entranceway, Abe grabbed his backpack from the spot he left it.

"Someone was planning to spend the night." Balt cocked his head and smiled. "Who's the presumptuous one now?"

"See, turns out this dragon I'm seeing is just as into me as I am him, so it really isn't."

"Is he, now?"

Abe smiled. "Pretty sure."

Balt stepped into the bedroom, gesturing for Abe to follow him in. "Come on, then. Let me show you just how into you I really am."

Abe followed him inside and rested his backpack up against the wall. Balt's bedroom was a little on the sparse side, but was it ever spacious. The bed sat on a low frame and was absolutely massive, presumably to accommodate for wings and a tail.

Once Balt reached the bed, he flopped onto it, rolling onto his back. His wings splayed out to balance as he spread his hind legs, giving Abe a smirk as he showed off everything he had to offer.

Abe stared. Something about the pose pushed his buttons just right. Maybe it was the confidence. Balt didn't show a shred of discomfort or shyness, exposed as he was. He was bigger than Abe, but not absurdly so, and there was a tantalizing amount of muscle definition resting under those forest green scales of his. And while Abe could appreciate all these things, he found his gaze inexorably pulled towards the dragon's cock, still in a soft erection, and reminisced about what he had done with it the last time.

"Fuck, you're hot," Abe said, feeling his own cock tighten in his pants.

"So are you." Balt's eyes roved over his body. "But I think you'd be hotter without all those clothes in the way."

"Yeah?" Abe lifted his hoodie and undershirt at once before unceremoniously pulling both off, flicking them into the corner.

Balt growled. His eyes were hungry, scanning over Abe's bare skin like he needed to know every pore. Abe shivered under the attention.

"You've seen me shirtless before," Abe said.

"And your hot climber body drove me wild then, too."

Abe grinned. "I'd say you were more eager than wild."

"You're probably right." His gaze turned to Abe's tented sweatpants. "Once those pants are off, though, you'll get to see plenty of wild Balt."

Abe licked his lips as he tossed his socks onto the pile of discarded clothes. Wild sex with a dragon sounded absurdly hot, but maybe a little rough.

He was having trouble viewing that as a downside.

Abe slipped his thumbs under either side of his waistband, maneuvering the fabric over his erection. Then he bent down, stripping himself naked.

"Fuck," Balt breathed as Abe tossed the last of his clothes into the pile.

"Uh, like what you see?" Abe said as he looked the dragon in the eye. It took effort to stand there, exposed, in front of the weight of Balt's attention. Especially when said attention was directed predominately at his erect cock. Abe knew he was blushing, but as long as he wasn't shaking, he considered it a win.

"I'm not sure. Why don't you come over here so I can get a closer look?"

Abe stepped forward, hesitating for the first couple of steps before the rest came fumbling out. When he reached the edge of the bed, Balt looped his tail around Abe's waist and guided him onto himself.

As Abe clambered atop Balt, he let his fingers trace over the warm, pliant scales of the dragon—he felt the muscles, the bone, the way he pulsed and breathed. The dragon's cock smeared pre over his navel before Abe finished pulling himself forward, resting belly-to-belly atop Balt's warm scales, his own erection sandwiched between their respective abdomens.

Balt rumbled, and Abe felt the vibrations through his entire body. "I like this."

"Me too."

"If we stayed here like this forever, I would be happy."

"Really?" Abe asked. That seemed somewhat clingy, but maybe he was overthinking things. "See," Abe continued, "I think I would want a little more." He leaned in to whisper into Balt's ear. "Or a lot more."

Balt growled. "Abe, you don't know what you do to me. I just—" he trailed off, shaking his head. "I can't explain it. I want you. I need you. Every way there is."

"So show me," Abe whispered back. "Make me yours."

The next instant, Balt flipped him onto his back, forepaws pinning his shoulders to the bed. Abe squeaked as he was overpowered, more than a little turned on by Balt's display of dragon strength. He wouldn't be able to squirm out by force. Not that he wanted to.

Balt pressed in, letting his cock rest against Abe's. That long, pink breeding tool of his dwarfed Abe's own erection, and it pointed squarely at his face. The dragon's natural lubrication coated the entire surface in a clear sheen—something Abe hoped would find plenty of use tonight.

Balt gyrated his hips, letting his cock slide over Abe's. His knot rolled over Abe's balls while the tip glided over his belly, smearing pre onto everything it touched. There was pleasure in the little bite of friction left between them, but it wouldn't be enough.

"Nice as this is," Abe said after a minute, groaning as Balt continued his smooth thrusts. "We don't have all night."

Balt hummed. "But we do. The sun's barely set."

"Maybe I'm just impatient, then." Abe's hands drifted to Balt's cock. The motion was a little awkward, considering the weight pressing onto his shoulders, so while he could get his hands around that warm, slippery length, there was little he could do to stroke.

But Balt handled that part on his own. He moved from frotting to thrusting into Abe's hands, increasing his pace and rumbling in pleasure from the change in stimulation.

"Fuck, your hands are tight," he said.

"Oh, you like it when I squeeze?" Abe flexed his hands, reveling in the slick give of that large breeding tool.

"Mmm. I like everything you do to me."

A shiver ran down Abe's spine. He blushed, but Balt seemed too preoccupied with getting off to notice or care.

They continued like that for a while, Balt thrusting in and out of Abe's grip. The wet sounds of sex filled the bedroom as the sun set, casting their lustful deeds in a dim, romantic ambiance.

And still Balt thrusted. Abe couldn't stop him if he wanted to. Not that he did. But Balt kept him pinned to the bed, kept his lengthy cock pointed squarely at Abe's face, leaving no room to doubt how this would end. The anticipation was electric.

For Abe, every little grunt he elicited from the dragon was a reward, every whine a compliment. Pre coated his hands as Abe made one slick, effortless stroke after another. One of them would be the last. Balt would tell him when. Or not. It didn't matter. Abe would take the load whenever it happened and wherever Balt wanted. Which was presumably all over.

"Abe," Balt grunted. "Are you ready?"

"Fuck, yes."

Balt made one last thrust as he half-roared, half-whined. He pushed forward, and Abe found his hands pulled away, pinned so he couldn't block anything that was coming. Then Balt's cock jumped.

Abe closed his eyes as thick dragon spunk shot from Balt's turgid length and splashed over his face. The warm, gooey stuff dribbled down the side of his head, slipped around his ears, sunk into his hairline.

The next jet came soon after, even more voluminous than the first. It struck his face with an audible splatter, adding to the mess. Abe moaned, and more than a little dripped into his mouth. The taste sent his memories spinning back to their last encounter. This was just like that, except intentional—and he had a feeling Balt was a little more pent up this time.

The smell hit him next. There was a rawness to it—it wasn't bad, but it was definitely potent. He remembered what Balt had said about smelling it on him from last time. This wasn't just bedroom play. It was a marking, of sorts. And it was way, way too hot for him to care.

Above him, Balt shifted his weight. Another twitch of his cock, and a heavy rope streaked from Abe's shoulder to his navel, painting his chest with a layer of spunk in an instant. Abe didn't know how far along Balt was; was this halfway? Almost done? Barely starting? He'd be getting it all, no matter what.

Balt moved again. Abe chanced a glance, squinting to avoid getting any cum in his eyes. He caught the dragon's cock pointing right at his own. That massive length twitched again.

Dragon spunk exploded from Balt once more, drenching Abe's erection in an instant. The copious excess spilled onto his hips and slid between his thighs. Abe nearly came, not from stimulation but from how hot it felt to have his entire length glazed in warm dragon cum, dwarfing anything he could have put out on his own.

He lost track of things after that. How could anything be this dirty, this hot? Jet after jet of cum struck him everywhere, sending him deeper and deeper into a lustful stupor. Abe wasn't sure if he had ever been this hard before. If Balt hadn't pinned his hands down, he'd have already gotten himself off by now.

But for as copious as Balt's reserves were, they were not endless. The deluge dwindled to a few thin spurts, and then finally, with a satisfied grunt from Balt, tapered off.

Abe only barely noticed that Balt was done; he was too busy catching up to reality. He wasn't fantasizing about this, was he? Had he actually just gotten drenched in dragon spunk?

"Oh, wow," Balt said.

Abe looked down, wiping the seed from his eyes. From the chest down, he was more semen than skin. Balt hadn't been kidding about painting him. It dribbled in a thick, goopy layer, the excess sliding down the sides of his body. He imagined his face looked roughly the same—it certainly felt that way.

"You are the prettiest human I've ever laid my eyes on."

"You're just saying that because I'm covered in your spunk."

"It certainly doesn't hurt." He cocked his head. "I think I can do better next time. Get your legs a bit more, flip you over, and get your back."

Abe frowned. Next time. Why did he get the sense that Balt was talking about other nights like this, rather than another go tonight? It was forward to assume there would be a "next time" like that. This was supposed to be a dinner and fling, nothing but some low stakes fun. That didn't imply a "next time."

Even though Abe was fairly sure he'd want one, too.

"I don't know," Abe said. "You got me pretty good. Kinda laying in a puddle. Not sure I need flipping over." He patted the cum-stained sheets. "I think you might've ruined the mattress, by the way."

"Hmm? Oh, no. I put a tarp beneath the sheets this morning. We can make as much of a mess as we want."

"And you called me presumptuous."

"I think our presumption cancels the other's out. And on the subject of presumption, I presume you didn't get off yet?" Balt nosed at Abe's still-turgid cock.

"No. But I'm close."

"Not if I have any say in the matter."

Then Balt's tongue was upon him, wrapping around with wet dexterity. Abe groaned from the stimulating warmth. He watched wide-eyed as Balt slurped up his own cum in service of pleasuring him. It would've happened no matter what, given the messy state Abe was in, but Balt practically savored the mess he had made of him.

"Mmm," Balt said, pulling off for just a moment. "I taste good." He gave him a devilish look as he used his forepaw to scoop up more than a little of his spunk off of Abe's chest. He brought it to Abe's mouth. "Don't I?"

Abe shuddered as he parted his lips, letting Balt shovel the spunk into his mouth. The goopy stuff slid past his lips, still warm, and he moaned.

"That's it," Balt cooed. "Every drop is yours."

Abe's face flushed with lust. His jaw hung open, and the cum pooled over his tongue. It tasted tingly.

Then Abe swallowed everything with a wet, audible gulp.

Balt's jaw fell open. "That's really hot," he breathed, staring at Abe with wide eyes. "You're making me want to taste you, now."

Abe smiled. "I won't say no to that." He parted his cum-stained legs, and Balt pinned them to the bed.

"Good. Because this time," Balt said, locking eyes with Abe, "I'm not stopping until I get a mouthful."

Balt descended upon his cock once again, ensconcing it within the wet warmth of his mouth. Abe cried out in rapturous pleasure. Apparently Balt had been holding back earlier. Now, the green drake's deft tongue wrapped not only around Abe's cock, but also down to tickle at his balls. The sensation was electric.

"Balt!" Abe cried as he bucked his hips into the drake's mouth.

Balt hummed and redoubled his efforts. It wouldn't be long now, not with the way Balt slurped and stroked his cock with his tongue. Abe felt himself hurtling towards that edge, breaths coming fast as the dragon attend to every little piece of his erection.

It was too much: the sight of Balt's green, scaled head buried in his crotch; the shameless eye contact; and, of course, the knowledge that Balt wanted nothing more than for him to get off and wouldn't stop for anything less.

"Fuck," Abe groaned. It was the only warning he could give before the orgasm crashed down upon him.

Abe squealed in pleasure as his cock twitched, sending a thick spurt right down Balt's eager throat. His output was paltry compared to the dragon's—but compared to his usual, it was plenty.

If the realities of the human penis disappointed Balt, he didn't outwardly show it. He continued to slurp at Abe's cock, milking Abe's orgasm for all it was worth. And it was worth plenty. He licked through spurt after spurt as he hummed, sending vibrations right into Abe's core.

Soon enough, Abe wound down. The pleasure dwindled, leaving him in a lethargic afterglow. He panted and stared at Balt with one eye closed.

That might've just been the best orgasm he had ever had.

"How'd I taste?" Abe asked between breaths.

Balt lifted his head with an audible slurp. "Can't tell. Don't have a clean palate. I'll have to try again another time."

Another time. There it was again. Abe frowned. "Balt, what are we? What is this?"

"Whatever we want it to be."

"No, that's not—" Abe rubbed at an eye. "Look, I came here expecting a fling. But I get the feeling you want more."

Balt looked away. "I like you a lot, Abe. And that's not just the horny talking. You coming here made me so happy. And, I mean, I get by just fine, but I haven't felt that happy in a long time. Honestly, I'm terrified that I'll mess something up and lose you."

Abe softened. Balt was still getting ahead of himself, though. He supposed the dragon was a bit of a hermit, but that was no excuse. "Lose me? You don't have me yet."

"Oh, really?" Balt leaned in and licked Abe's nose. "Strong words for a human covered in my cum and pinned to the bed."

Abe smiled. "I suppose I am yours. For the night. But this is still casual, okay? Don't expect anything, especially not that quickly."

"Right."

"Hey." Abe wrapped his arms around Balt, pulling the dragon against his chest. "I didn't say no. Believe it or not, I like you too. Just don't overdo it?"

"Mmm." Balt snuggled closer. "Okay."

Abe rubbed Balt's back, comfortably sandwiched between the drake's body and the bed. It was nice. Calming. Maybe a little too warm and sticky, but that wasn't about to stop him from enjoying the intimacy.

They laid like that for a while, relaxed in each other's embrace, until Abe eventually broke the silence. "We're not stopping here, are we?"

"No," Balt rumbled. "Unless you want to, I mean—

"I don't."

"What do you want to do, then?"

"Guess."

"You want me to give you a tongue bath?"

Abe laughed, pushing Balt's head out of the way. "I'm good."

"You want some after-sex tea, then?"

"That actually sounds nice. But not what I had in mind."

"Hmm. Maybe, then," Balt said, leaning closer, "you want me to pound your tight human ass so hard you'll be walking funny for an entire week?"

A shiver ran down Abe's spine. He took a sharp breath. That was a way of putting it.

"Mmm, that's a yes if I ever saw one." Balt licked Abe's neck, then paused. "It is a yes, right?"

"Yes. It'd be a shame not to use my ass after I took the time to clean it before coming here."

"See, you are presumptuous." Balt's voice turned husky. "You really want me, don't you?"

"Don't stroke your ego too much, there. I just came prepared."

"Well then, mister-prepared, why don't you roll on over so I can see what I'm working with?"

Balt lifted himself off of Abe, shimmying backwards to give him room. Abe obliged, rolling over. Moving brought the mess to mind again. The bedsheets were as soaked in dragon spunk as he was, but he was too turned on to care. The only thing that truly bothered him was how cold the air felt. Mess was a problem for later. Especially so, considering there was more on the way.

Abe got to his hands and knees. "One butt for the handsome dragon, coming right up." He waggled his hips for emphasis.

Balt let out a chuckle. "Oh, I'm handsome, now?"

"You've always been handsome."

"Says the human who only met me a week ago."

Abe shivered as the dragon placed a paw on his ass cheek. The scales felt smooth against his skin. He had felt exposed before, stripping in front of Balt, but the feeling redoubled now. It seemed silly; he was literally coated in dragon semen. Was anal really so much more? In his head, it didn't seem like a big step. But his body quivered in anticipation, anyway.

Abe swallowed, mustering what confidence he could. "Did you get lost or something back there?"

"Sorry, mesmerized. I was just thinking—it'll be a travesty to ruin such a perfect ass. I almost feel bad."

"Flatterer."

"It's not flattery. I'm actually that into you. And besides," Balt leaned in, hot breath falling on Abe's ear, "I did say almost."

Balt stepped forward, mounting him. The motion stirred something primal in Abe, sending a shudder down his body. Being beneath Balt like this just did things to him. Something warm, heavy, and phallic smacked against his lower back and he gasped.

"Would be a shame not to use all of this," Balt said as he smeared cum onto his turgid cock. "Give you a nice, smooth ride."

Abe swallowed. "Aren't drakes naturally lubed up?"

"True. We dragons are a slippery bunch by default. But there's no harm in a little excess, is there? And besides," he rumbled, "using all this cum as lube is hot. Think of it as a preview of what you'll be getting in the end."

Abe did his best not to fidget while Balt took the mess he had made of Abe and applied it to his dick. The wait was agonizing. Abe suspected the dragon was dragging it out on purpose.

"There. That ought to be plenty." Balt shifted his weight. "Ready?"

"Yeah."

Abe did his best to relax, both to suppress the anticipation he felt and to give Balt an easier time. He failed the moment Balt spread his ass cheeks and positioned the tip of his cock between them.

A low, guttural moan escaped Abe's lips as Balt pressed in, easily sliding past the little resistance he could offer. Abe clamped down on the slippery intruder, but Balt had too much leverage to be pushed out.

His toes curled as he clutched at the bedsheets, holding on tight as Balt pressed on. The tapered shape of his cock was like a wedge; to go deeper was to go wider, and Abe already felt his ass stretching to accommodate the ever-growing girth of the dragon.

Abe groaned, enjoying the feeling of being stuffed until Balt sunk a little further and hit a particular spot just right. Abe arched his back as a spasm wracked his body, clenching uncontrollably. His cock twitched with each wave of ecstasy—and while it wasn't an orgasm, the pleasure wasn't that far off from one. The noises he made had only the vaguest semblance to language.

"I can't tell what's more fun," Balt said. "Fucking you in the ass? Or watching how much you clearly love it?"

Abe wobbled, his body adjusting to the feeling of Balt's cock pressed up against his prostrate—a feeling he hoped he'd be getting quite familiar with. He steadied himself.

"How deep?" Abe asked.

"Halfway, not including the knot. Which you're definitely getting."

"Fuck."

Balt shuffled above him. "Is that okay? It's not too much?"

"It's fine." Abe had no doubts about being able to handle him—Balt's cock was large, not massive—but it was one thing to see how big it was and another to feel it so intimately. Regardless, he hadn't come out here to settle with half measures.

"Okay, then."

Abe inhaled sharply as Balt resumed. He could feel how deep the tip was in his abdomen, could feel it slipping deeper. His ass stretched, millimeter by millimeter, to accommodate the ever-widening girth. The size was past that of a well-endowed human, now—it was firmly in the regime of toys. And drakes, evidently.

It was funny; Abe had seen videos of this exact thing: a human pinned beneath a dragon, a camera angle leaving zero room for imagination. And those videos were hot. Not that he would've admitted having a thing for dragons specifically. At least, not until the events of last week. Meeting Balt had kindled—or perhaps rekindled—that curiosity. But he had to say, watching a video of someone getting their ass stuffed with dragon penis was rather different from having it done to him firsthand.

"You're so tight," Balt said, humming with pleasure. "And warm."

Abe mumbled something unintelligible in response. There was another difference. How anyone could have a rock-hard dragon cock this far up their ass and not be a babbling, quivering mess, he had no clue.

Still Balt sunk deeper, keeping the pressure constant and the pace agonizingly slow, though Abe had to admit it gave him plenty of time to adjust. He was curious how much further there was to go, but he didn't dare look. Either the little that remained would disappoint him, or the amount left to come would terrify him. The only thing checking would do was spoil the surprise.

Eventually, Abe felt the knot pressing up against him. It wasn't nearly as inflated as he had expected, but it would, supposedly, once it was inside. It was still a sizable bulge.

"Oh, that's good," Balt said. "You comfortable?"

Abe only moaned.

"Good." Balt leaned down and licked the back of Abe's neck. "It's okay if you cum, by the way. I'm not going to stop."

Abe had just enough time to wonder what Balt meant before he felt him pull back. Balt's cock slid out with a wet schlick. Abe clenched onto thin air, stretched and profoundly empty.

With a swift roll of his hips, Balt drove himself all the way back inside. It was the last few minutes played back in half a second, all the pleasure and stimulation condensed into that one moment.

Abe yelped into the bedsheets. His cock rubbed against the cum-drenched fabric. Balt wasn't wrong—he was erect, ridiculously so, and with the way his insides were being massaged, he was going to cum. Hard. It was only a question of when.

Balt pulled back out, and then pushed in, thrusting in earnest. It was impossible to get accustomed to the size. Each time was just a little more than he expected; a little more intense, a little bigger than he remembered. And Abe didn't think it was because Balt was going any deeper or getting any harder. It was too much to get used to.

Balt's knot kissed the ring of Abe's anus with each thrust, every wet slap a knock to enter. An entrance Abe suspected Balt could have once he decided to really push in.

Not that there was anything lacking with what he was currently doing.

"Fuck," Abe gasped as Balt hit the perfect angle, driving into his prostate. It was more than enough. Abe's entire body quaked as he came, cock jumping sporadically as he loosed jet after jet of cum onto the still-drenched bed. He let out a high-pitched whine. And Balt didn't stop fucking him for a single second.

"That's it," Balt cooed as he pistoned in and out. "Cum as much as you want. Mmm, I love the noises you make."

When Abe finally came down, he could barely remain upright, even on his hands and knees. His limbs felt like jelly, and as much as he didn't want it to end, a part of him hoped Balt was nearly done. It'd only take a few more minutes of this to reduce him from an active participant to a limp dragon fucktoy. Though that could be fun in a different way.

But thankfully, Abe didn't have to wait long.

"I'm knotting you," Balt grunted. It wasn't a question, and Abe wasn't in a state to answer coherently anyway. The dragon's thrusts slowed, but every bit lost in pace was traded for power. Balt's knot pounded rather than kissed at Abe's ass, stretching him a little wider each time, threatening to lock itself in and consummate the night.

With one final, meaty thrust, Balt shoved the spire of slick, draconic flesh that was his dick all the way into Abe's abused asshole, his knot passing the halfway point and being pulled the rest of the way in by Abe's clenches alone. It lodged itself inside him, pulsing as the bulbous mass engorged. With as much stretching as it took to get in, there way no way Balt was slipping out now.

Abe saw stars. His back arched of its own accord. He was stuffed. He wasn't even sure how his body could handle this much dragon cock; it felt like it reached halfway up his abdomen, even if he knew it wasn't quite that massive. He swore he could feel Balt's heartbeat in his core. Certainly, he could feel the ridiculous amount of warmth emanating from him.

"Oh, perfect," Balt moaned. "Your ass was made for this." He gyrated his hips, massaging Abe's insides in a way that sent a lance of pleasure up his spine. "I'm close."

Abe was so weak he could only gibber and moan as Balt used him. He couldn't form a coherent thought; every ounce of brainpower was spent focusing on the twitches of Balt's cock inside him, on his belly pressing against his back. Nothing else mattered.

"Here it comes," Balt warned. He made a shaky whimper as his cock jumped. Abe felt only a delayed warmth as Balt inundated his ass with thick dragon seed. It wasn't obvious that Balt was cumming, let alone how much there was. But knowing what was happening was, in this instance, hotter than feeling it.

The sensation of being stuffed slowly grew as Abe's ass stretched to accommodate the pressure of Balt's spunk. His knot kept a tight seal, trapping it all inside him. With each passing second, each spurt of his cock, there was more easing its way into the crevices, demanding just a little more space.

Yet eventually, the feeling stopped growing. Balt's cock still twitched—frankly, Abe was jealous of how long the drake's orgasms were—but there was no more being pumped inside him. Perhaps Balt was empty, but Abe suspected it was that he simply couldn't overcome the pressure. Abe wasn't just stuffed; he was stretched and filled to the limit.

With a final groan, Balt collapsed on top of Abe. For a dragon, he wasn't that heavy. A tired afterglow fell upon Abe. He was exhausted, and he was pretty sure his arms and legs didn't work. But for as much as he wanted to close his eyes and fall asleep, the sensation of having his ass fuller than he thought possible ruled out any possibility of rest. Even if being knotted and pinned under beneath Balt was ridiculously comfortable.

"Mmm. How was that?" Balt asked.

"Good," Abe mumbled.

"It is, isn't it?" Balt said, nuzzling into his neck. "You're mine, now, inside and out."

Abe shivered. He really was. Even now, Balt's cum hung from his face in goopy strands. Abe couldn't make out his arm hairs through the thick layer of spunk clinging to him, and he suspected the rest of his body was the same. But even that paled in compared to the flooded sensation in his core.

If Abe didn't move, he felt only a little bloated. But the slightest shift, by him or Balt, made the absurd penetration known, made the oodles of cum still locked in his ass slosh around. And Abe loved it like nothing else. He wished the feeling could go on forever.

"How long?" Abe asked.

"For the knot? Who knows? Half an hour? An hour? Thing has a mind of its own. Might savor the feeling for a while."

"Mmm." Abe wriggled beneath Balt's bulk, letting the feeling of warm contentedness spread throughout his body. "An hour's good."

"I'll let my knot know," Balt said, snuggling down to Abe. "And it's not too much?"

"Stop fussing over me already. I'm fine."

"I know, I know. I just couldn't forgive myself if I hurt you."

Abe pursed his lips, knowing Balt couldn't see. He was a little touched, but it was too smothering. Too desperate, maybe? If Abe wasn't literally stuck, he might've said something about it. But as it was, he wouldn't jeopardize their night over it. Not yet, at least.

"I really like this, by the way." Balt said.

Abe sighed. "And here I thought you came in my ass out of pity."

"Hey, I mean it. My brain is doing all the feel-good chemicals right now, and I was really into you, even without all of that."

"Hmm. Whatever will I do with a dragon hopelessly enamored with me?"

"Well," Balt said, shifting above him. "You could always tell him you love him."

Abe's mouth dried. He swallowed. "Uh—"

"I love you, Abe." Balt let out a shaky breath. "Oh, that felt good to say. I love you."

Abe wanted to shrink up into a little ball and roll away, to be anywhere other than here. Yet even if that was an option, Balt's cock was still lodged firmly in his asshole. There was no escaping the situation.

The silent seconds stretched on. Abe opened his mouth, but then thought better of it. Nothing he said would be what Balt wanted to hear. Maybe some sequence of words would mollify the drake, like a passcode that would get him out of this situation, but he couldn't find them. It was easier to say nothing.

Balt whimpered. "Never mind. It's okay. You said—I know. It's not why you're here. But I needed to tell you, anyway."

Abe cringed. "Sorry."

"No, I'm sorry. I was being stupid. It doesn't matter. Let's just enjoy what we have."

Abe hummed a lukewarm assent. But for as big as the dragon's cock was, no amount of being stuffed could district him from his tumultuous thoughts.