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A spade dug into rich soil, stabbing its way deep before turning over and aerating the ground. Wearing thick gardening gloves, the male lifted his shoulder up to his forehead and wiped the sweat from it, continuing his gardening work. A moment later, a green-scaled claw tapped at his shoulder, and the owner of it held out a tall glass of lemonade that glistened from condensation.

"Aah, thanks Kain," that human said, taking a nice long swig of the offered drink. Before he knew it, the content of that glass was empty, and he handed it back to his Sceptile. "Mmfh, care to help dig up these old roots a bit?" he asked, jabbing the spade back into the compacted dirt, turning it over a few times.

"Scep!" came that reply, and the grass-type lizard made himself handy at the opposite end of that row, digging into the dirt with his clawed digits. With superior dexterity and strength, the Pokémon quickly dug a path from one end of the garden to the middle, meeting up with his trainer. "Sceeepp." A brilliant smile passed over that scaly-green and red face.

"Haha, you're a quick worker, y'know?" Steven said with a small laugh. "But you've got your claws all dirty from it." He picked up one of the grass-type's hands, examining the dirt covering it. "Let's take a nice bath tonight, okay? I'll wash your back if you wash mine."

"Tile!" The lizard gave a firm nod and another grin. He moved towards the next row over, digging it up and forming small seed-holes in a flash. With that helping Pokémon, laying down that plot of vegetables seemed to take no time at all, the trainer following behind and plopping a seed into each requisite hole. Soon their labor reached its end, noon sun beating down upon the two males high in the sky.

"Phew..." mumbled that human, wiping the sweat off brow once more. He stood up from his squat, thighs burning a bit from the exertion, stretching his hands high overhead and giving a slight pop to his back. "Nnfh... time to relax, huh?" he said, looking at the Sceptile. It seemed as if the grass-type had preemptively read his trainer's mind, having stretched out on back next to the human's lawn-chair, chewing a piece of grass idly as he sunbathed his stomach.

With the Pokémon's exhale of approval came a slight whistle, and Steven flumped back in his chair, exhausted. He stretched his arms overhead, removing off those gloves and letting them flop on the ground behind himself. Clasping fingers behind his head, the teen let himself relax under the steady-beating sun, lounging out as those rays seemed to penetrate into his sore body and ease it with the warmth.

"Aahh... times like this make me want a massage..." he mumbled to himself, eyes half-lidded with drowsiness. They fluttered lightly when two claws found themselves on his shoulders. "Mmfh? Gonna give me one Kain?" asked the male as he was pressed forward just enough for the Sceptile to drop his digits along his shoulder blades and up, stroking the back of his neck.

"Sce," came that short response, more interested in properly giving a relaxing massage to his trainer. Those claws, though dirty, were rather deft in their accuracy, pressing right along those sore muscle lines, rubbing deep through that shirt clothing the human's back. His digits stroked up higher, along the teen's shoulders, squeezing and pressing his thumbs into the back, giving a gentle pinch to those worked tendons.

"Hhf... I'll have to return the favor later..." Steven mumbled, almost falling asleep as that Sceptile worked those magical digits along his neck next. Those claws had a semi-rough texture, accounting for the dirt left on them from digging up roots and poking holes in the ground. Even that semi-graininess to the massage seemed to have some sort of pleasurable element, and the teen sighed out, head tipped forward as his eyes fluttered shut. It seemed as if only a moment had passed, but when the male opened his eyes again it was to the sun dipping at an angle much more extreme than before.

"Tiiiile." That grass-type Pokémon tugged at the sleeve of his trainer's shirt, trying to stir the human further awake. Steven's face was flushed, forehead slightly hot from lying in the hot sun. He was just on the verge of getting a nice reddening sunburn. With the male's reluctance to awaken further, the Sceptile dipped his hands down and lifting the teen off that chair.

"Mmm, five more minutes," he mumbled, though the grass-type paid it no heed. Ferrying Steven inside, Kain laid the trainer down upon the couch, leaving the room to grab a glass of water. He came back to the trainer rubbing his eyes, having slid himself to a sitting position on that couch, yawning. "Yaahhh... sorry about that..." he mumbled, stretching an arm out and taking that glass of water. Tilting his head back, he chugged it down, setting it upon the coffee table. "Feh... all sweaty," complained he. Lying in the heat had probably made him sweat more than working in the garden.

"Scept?" Kain asked, tilting his head. The lizard's eyes flicked down the hallway to the bathroom at the very end of it where a very comfy bathtub undoubtedly waited whatever sweaty creature, human or Pokémon, came to utilize it. Not waiting for his trainer's confirmation, the grass-type darted off and began drawing a bath, leaving Steven to return that dishware to the sink and strip down to boxers.

"Not too hot now," called the trainer from his room, tossing a sweaty shirt and dirt-stained pants into his hamper. He admired himself in the mirror a bit narcissistically. Though he wasn't a regular gym-rat--in the fitness sense--his gardening efforts over the past few months had given him, at very least, some definition to his body. Those splashing sounds from the bathroom stopped, and Steven made his way to it, shedding his boxers on the way.

Kain had already slipped into the spacious tub, scooting down in the water up to his neck, sighing out pleasuredly. He was used to his trainer coming into the bathroom naked, though he couldn't help but feel just slightly interested in the form of that human in comparison to his own. The Sceptile had a smooth crotch-front, with only a slight bump and slit between his thighs down near the underside of his groin. It was a sharp contrast to the human's front, where a plump-looking phallus protruded.

Becoming aware of his staring, the Sceptile turned away, face a bit flushed beneath his scales, thankfully not too visible. The water-level of that warm bath rose as Steven stepped himself into it, dabbing just a foot in to begin with, before sliding the rest of his leg and body to follow. Small waves formed as he shifted over to the grass-type, wash-cloth in hand.

"Let's get you nice and cleaned up," said the trainer, dipping the cloth into the water, saturating it. The Sceptile nodded, turning around to present his back to the male. In his digging frenzy, dirt and debris had somehow made it from the ground to his back, flung up into the air and beholden to the effects of gravity. With gentle abrasion, the washcloth shed the dusty layer of dirt from Kain, smoothing out the green scales of his back much like the lizard had done to the soreness in his trainer's neck.

"Tiiiiihhh," sighed, he leaning back a bit. The warm water lapped at the sides of the tub, creeping higher up along the porcelain. Almost unaware, the grass-type leaned even further backwards, resting his shoulders upon his trainer's chest.

"Heh, easy there Kain," said the human, chuckling a bit at his Sceptile's relaxation. He swept his hands forward, rubbing clean the male Pokémon's chest, too. The Sceptile startled a bit, face flushing as he leaned forward to "protect" his chest. It didn't help that between his thighs was a rather stiff erection caused by Steven's stroking. He closed his thighs together, trying to hide that bit of embarrassing maleness. Oblivious to his Pokémon's behavior, the trainer mumbled "It's been a while since we've trimmed your claws, why don't we do that now while they're soft from the water?"

Unwilling to "deny" his trainer that, the Sceptile turned around and outstretched a claw. He had a queer position, sitting partially upon his side so that his inner thigh would hide that red tip poking free of his cloaca. The green foot just barely poked out from underneath the water before it was grasped by Steven, who lifted it higher and toyed with the toes' claws.

"We really let these grow out, huh Kain?" he said, making small talk as he started to clip away and file down the sharp nail. Steven sat cross-legged in the wide tub--everything was visible. The natural buoyancy of his body made his non-erect length lift upwards at an angle, almost pointing directly at the Sceptile, who flushed in embarrassment.

It wasn't recent, these feelings, but the sure had increased over the past week. Maybe it was the season, as cliché as it seems, but something about his trainer was currently making his hormones run mad--and those gentle stroking touches to his padded feet and talons were certainly not helping in the slightest. With that last nail clipped on the first foot, Kain dropped it back into the water with a sudsy splash, creating some cover for his (now much larger) arousal to hide under with his turn.

"Scep," he grunted, face hot as he sat on the side of his hip, trying to block the line of sight from trainer to thickness. Two human hands grasped hold of his foot, giving it a small squeeze and massage, as if trying to coax hidden claws out. Instead, they coaxed a whimper from the critter as he added to the bath some fluid of his own. At very least, his oblivious trainer had enough skill to trim his nails despite that wriggling, bringing the foot up even higher to inspect it.

"Mm, you need to take better care of your feet, Kain. They're looking a bit rougher than usual," he muttered. "I'll have to put some lotion on them after the bath, alright?" The trainer replaced that footpaw back into the water, much to the Sceptile's relief. As much as he needed (and wanted) the lotion on his feet, however, Kain knew that it'd be a terrible idea to have done, and shook his head from side to side.

"No ifs, ands, ors, or buts about it, Kain," Steven replied with a bit of a grunt. He was strangely insistent on the matter, and the Sceptile sighed, giving up his protests. The rest of that bath was spent in pseudo-silence, with only the sloshing of water and a certain human's humming filling it. Kain didn't dare move too much, less the current stimulate his hard-throbbing arousal. The moment Steven's back turned, he darted out of the tub and onto a bathmat, turned away as water dripped off his scales and shaft.

"T-tile," he vocalized, trying to hide his erection. Dabbing himself off with a towel and wrapping it around his waist, the Sceptile left the bathroom and made headway for his trainer's bedroom. He had plans to pleasure himself while Steven finished up his bath. His Sceptilehood prodded out from that towel around himself, making a rather obvious bump outwards. Each step smeared the length of his shaft against its covering, drawing out more precum until the towel gained an extra damp spot upon its front.

"Hm... wonder what's wrong with Kain," muttered Steven to himself, lathering up with some soap. "I better check on him after this... I hope I didn't hurt his feelings about the foot thing..." The human gave a quick rinse, washing off the suds from his skin. He unplugged the tub, letting it drain out before stepping himself out of it. The water had a slight tinge to it, a testament of the necessity of the bath. Not bothering to put on any more than a towel--it was his house, after all--the teen returned to his bedroom, dabbing dry those often forgotten areas.

Kain had lost himself into bliss. Right after entering his trainer's bedroom, the Sceptile had dug through Steven's hamper and removed the socks Steven had been wearing earlier that day, still damp with sweat. One was bunched up in a ball, pressed firmly against his reptilian snout as he shamelessly snorted its scent. The other of that pair was snuggly wrapped around his length like a cloth condom, tip slightly stretching out the toe-area. That grass-type had a lewd rhythm to his lustful madness, thrusting away into his hand and sock, grinding his nose and sniffing up Steven's smell. With his eyes closed and thoughts focused on his trainer, he didn't even notice the entry of said person until he heard a towel drop to the ground, and gave a startled gasp. The teen had a similar reaction, his jaw half-dropped, hand on the doorframe.

"Erh... I'll just, let you finish..." he muttered, bending down to pick up his towel, averting his eyes from the Sceptile. That green reptile had a deep red hue to his face now, beyond embarrassed at being caught in the act of self-pleasure.

"T-tile!" he vocalized as his trainer turned, stopping the male from leaving completely. The two socks he was using discarded themselves from view, thrown haphazardly into the trainer's laundry basket. With a nervous scoot to the side, the grass-type covered his arousal and made room on the bed for his trainer to change. It didn't help the awkwardness of the situation at all.

Steven sat down on the edge of the bed, towel once more wrapped around his waist. He said nothing, at first, just giving out a long, almost weary, sigh, eyes closed and brow a bit furrowed. His foot tapped the ground a few times until finally he turned and spoke to the still-hard Sceptile.

"Kain, do you have something you want to confess to me?" he asked, nervous of the answer he'd get from the grass reptile. His Pokémon nodded. "Well?" Kain brought a claw up to his own chest, tapping over his heart, and then pointed the same claw at Steven. The trainer gave out another weary sigh. "I thought it would be something like this," he said, shaking his head.

"Scept?" came the curious vocalization. Kain was more than a bit embarrassed at being put on the spot like that, and Steven's confusing words only made him more nervous. It was enough, at least, to diminish his hard arousal slightly.

"A Pokémon and a human... that kind of love just isn't allowed," he uttered solemnly, and the Sceptile felt his heart snap in two pieces. A few tears welled up in the Sceptile's eyes, but before he could utter out a solo whine of sadness he was muzzled by a soft kiss from his trainer. It wasn't very long, or a passionate twisting of tongues, just a simple intimate kiss on his scaled lips. The kiss was over before he knew it.

"That's why... we'll have to be in love in secret, okay?" said the human, giving a small smile. It was more than enough for the Sceptile, whom immediately wrapped his arms around Steven and pulled him into a strong hug, squishing together their nude bodies. The acceptance of his confession seemed to renew the Sceptile's desires, and with that hug came a firm prodding of his reptilian length into Steven's side, a sticky reminder of the situation he had walked in on.

"T-tile," murmured the Pokémon, shying his hips way just slightly, not wanting to be so overt and obvious. His face blushed bright red when a human hand dropped down onto his shaft, giving the grass-type's member a slow stroke and squeeze.

"How about you and I take care of this together?" said Steven with a soft smile, his free hand guiding the Sceptile's other hand towards his towel-covered crotch and the slight, not-so-hidden bump there. "And then we can take care of this, too, hm?" Steven pulled more of himself onto the bed, towel slipping off his lower half with the movement. He gave a little grin, coming face to face with the embarrassed grass-type and planted a kiss on his nose. "Sound good?" he asked.

Kain shook his head. Placing both his hands on the human's shoulders, he pushed Steven down and away from himself, slow and steady, until he had the male right where he wanted, in malleable reach of his footpaws. Moving one dexterous hind-pad up, stroked Steven with the sole, pressing that maleness between his foot and the trainer's stomach.

"Ooh... you like doing that, hm?" he asked with a curious tilt of his head. It was enough to get him to stiffen, a small bead of pre dripping from his tip. "Aah... I like it too..." he muttered, dropping his own hands to straddle the Sceptile's hips, planted on both sides as he gave a little thrusting grind forward against that footpad.

It had a smooth, scaly texture to it, gliding along easily against the male's soft cockskin, complimenting it almost. The Sceptile brought a second foot up, curling his toes around and making a tunnel with the arches of his feet, allowing his trainer to grind and thrust up between the two soles. The sensation of that member against his sensitive foot-base made him a bit giddy, wanting to laugh out of ticklish pleasure, but he extinguished that urge, simply doing his best to enjoy the feeling of pleasuring Steven with his feet.

"Haa... goddamn... you're a natural," the teen muttered, starting to thrust at an increased pace. If he kept it up, those green toes would be smattered with a sticky cream coating. He distracted his mind, lifting one of his hands up and stroking along the Sceptile's smooth-scaled belly. It shied away from his touch, flexing a bit as the grass-type gave a soft laugh--he was ticklish there, after all.

Reangling his feet slightly, Kain tightened that tunnel between his arches, squeezing down tighter on that shaft between them. He smeared the leaking rod's precum between his toes, wiggling them slicker as he worked away at his trainer's arousal. His own was at full mast, throbbing heavily between his legs and leaking like a faucet. It ran sticky little streams down his crotch and cloaca, scales shimmering with their slick wetness.

"Hff... not gonna last if you do that..." he mumbled, eyes closing as his peaked neared. He could withstand just a little longer of the treatment before he burst, at very least. "How should I... mrnfh... treat you?" panted he, precum running down those green soles, not quite covering them completely in slick saline, but doing a damn incredible job at attempting to.

"Scept," grunted the grass-type in return, the reptile didn't have anything really in particular in mind. Except, maybe having his way with the human's rear-end. The foliaged-lizard did have quite the rager going on, right now, after all. He flexed the balls of his feet, pushing them firmer against his trainer's shaft, squeezing and stroking the length between them as Steven groaned louder, balls coming up close to whack against the Pokémon's heel.

"Oohh... oh god..." muttered the teen, eyes closing a bit, biting his lower lip in ecstasy. He thrust firmly into those scaled foot-pads, bringing a hand down to grasp hold of the Sceptile's arousal and give it a slow rubbing at only a quarter the pace of his vigorous thrusts. It was slimy and hot, turgidly twitching under his squeezing grasp. Slippery splurts of pre dribbled down that length, wetting the trainer's hand and wrist as he jerked the Sceptile off.

Steven's breath came faster, huffing harder as his groin tensed, seeming to wind up like a spring. He grunted and groaned, giving a low moan of pleasure, balls nesting closely to his shaft and those stroking pads. His rubs to the Sceptile grew arrhythmic, finally releasing that length as he focused on sliding his member back and forth between those reptilian arches, the smooth scales of it tingling along his length.

"Haa... aahh...!" The trainer vocalized for a moment, clenching his teeth together as he shot a thick, creamy load of cum between those soles, spattering the fluid on the Sceptile's pink cock. Another jet, this one landing across and between the grass-type's toes, dribbling viscously between, stringing from one foot to the other. A few more jerks of cream sputtered across the bottom of those feet, coating the rest of those soles with drippy, sticky seed.

Kain stroked along that spent dick, the semen hot on his soles and shaft. He rumbled pleasurably, idly rubbing that slimy rod until it seemed to soften completely between his feet, completely milked and depleted. Two reptilian hands gently grasped hold of Steven's wrists, tugging them up a little as the Sceptile sat awkwardly, keeping his feet from stepping on the floor and gooping it up.

"Tile..." he rumbled, groin flexing, that cum-spattered and hard cock giving a nice pulse of heat. He gave a little rocking with his hips, puffing a breath out his nose as he caught the trainer's eye intently, clicking his tongue. It was clear what he wanted to do with that arousal between his legs--and where he wanted to put it.

"Heh... your turn, huh Kain?" asked the trainer, stepping closer, between the Sceptile's legs and grasping hold of the critter's sloppy shaft. He stroked it a few times, coating that creamy covering evenly across the pink shaft until it glistened pearly white, and his fingers webbed from their tips to the shaft. That member twitched under the touch, leaking a bit of clear precum to mix with that eggshell white fluid.

Steven pressed closer, kissing the Sceptile on his scaled lips before climbing up over on the bed, bumping his soft prick up against Kain's throbbing length. The teen paused for a moment, bringing his sticky hand backwards and stroking between his cheeks, lubing up with his own spent load. He massaged his fingers against his rim for a few seconds, before finally scooting that final bit of distance, letting the Sceptile prod his taint with that cocktip, and glide it backwards along his crack until that dribbling peak poked right against a taut pucker.

"Scept," uttered out the grass-type, giving a reptile-smile as he reached his forearms forward and placed them on Steven's hips. He held the male over his shaft for a few moments before subsiding to temptation and guided the trainer's waist downwards, pressing his member into that ring slow and steadily. "Tiiiiille..." he huffed out, breathing on Steven's face as his length sank into that warm hole, easily sinking inside with that cum-lube.

"Ffhh... god..." mumbled that trainer as he sank onto that cock, back arching just a bit as it stretched out his hole. Like any curious guy, the teen had played around with himself back there--but having something warm, slippery and alive was a much different animal. Leaning forward, Steven laid his head on the Sceptile's chest, slowly pushing the reptile backwards as he rocked and shifted his hips on that grass-type. More and more of that member slid into his rear, until finally his cheeks bottomed out at its base, pressing atop Kain's groin warmly. The human's arousal was starting to return back to him, his still sticky member starting to fill out and stiffen once more.

Steven's rim clenched around that reptile's shaft, the trainer himself pulling upwards just a bit, only to be guided back down by a pair of firm claws before he even got halfway off the Sceptile's rod. The motion pressed firmly against his prostate, sending a spark of pleasure shooting up his spine, an almost hiss of ecstasy out his lips as his budding erection twitched.

The grass-Pokémon's hips rocked upwards against the trainer's rear, sliding that shaft in and out of that rim, Kain making quick, eager work of his partner's ass. He huffed and grunted, breathing through clenched teeth as he pistoned in and out of that hole, Steven's seed and his Sceptile-pre dribbling down his length and between his scaled thighs.

"Haa... ahh..." panted Steven, bouncing freely on that pink member, feeling it stretch and jab at his prostate. His own cock smacked his stomach with the motions, stringing precum from his bellybutton to the tip of his dribbling rod. "Hff... Kain... I..." he began to mutter, before silenced with another firm smooch from the reptile, that splayed tongue slipping into his mouth and wriggling with his own.

His lower stomach began to tense up again, that winding sensation returning as pleasure began to build higher and higher. More and more precum drooled from his tip, the copious amount spilling down his shaft as he stuffed himself upon that Sceptile's scepter. Turning his head, Steven deepened that kiss, muffling his moan as he felt himself drop to the hilt on that stiff rod, clenching all around it with his anal muscles as he hit his second orgasm, sending thin spurts of watery seed across the reptile's smooth-scaled stomach.

"T-tile!" Kain moaned, squeezing Steven's hips firmly, holding the male down against his shaft as it twitched and throbbed within that tightening passage. The base seemed to swell outwards just slightly before it too hit its limit and flooded the trainer's rear with thick, repeated jets of sticky grass-type cream. Dribbles of that gooey load escaped the stretching seal of that rim, leaking back down onto the very edge of the Sceptile's cloaca, its particular leafy-scent filling the room.

Steven leaned against the grass-Pokémon, pressing his bare chest up against the reptile's own, wrapping his arms around in a gentle hug. He brought the male completely onto his back, entwining his legs with Kain's own and squeezing up to the Sceptile, breathing hard and low.

"Aah... that was... amazing..." he muttered, resting his cheek against Kain's neck, body warm against those scales. "Let's just... mff... stay like this a little while, okay?" asked he, eyes feeling heavier--the combination of yard-work and two orgasms having drained his stamina as much as said orgasms drained his balls.

Half-resting over the edge of that bed, the Sceptile gave a low rumble of pleasure in response, patting the small of that trainer's back. Kain watched the ceiling for a few minutes, before feeling Steven's breath even out into a steady rhythm, the human having fallen asleep in his arms. Soon enough, the grass-Pokémon followed, holding his trainer close.