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His gait was steady, not fast or slow. But his heart was racing, his mind was a whirlwind, and he felt like he was both about to explode or turn tail and run away as fast as he could.

Love was definitely a funny beast.

Ken stopped outside the café, a small place he'd walked by numerous times but never been into. It wasn't his usual type of hangout, but he was here for a very important reason: it was to be the first meeting between himself and his online boyfriend. Eight months of chatting, getting closer and closer, sharing intimate details about their lives and desiring each other, and they had finally decided to meet up in person and take the next step in their relationship. It was a huge step, and Ken was quite anxious as well as excited, the fears of the possibilities both positive and negative weighing on his mind.

What if it's a trick...what if he stands me up...what if he can't find the place...what if I don't know who he is and we miss each other...

One complication was that neither one of them know what the other looked like. It was an odd decision, but a mutual one, they didn't want to have any preconceived notions about the other based on their appearances, just their personalities. Even when it came to meeting, they didn't allow themselves to tell; they agreed that they would probably know when they met, so it wasn't necessary. Ken was starting to have doubts about that now, but pushed them down as the product of a nervous mind.

He took a deep breath and entered. A quick scan of the small café didn't show anyone waiting in anticipation for him, but this didn't surprise him, he was a few minutes early. Shaking a bit but trying not to show it, he took a seat at a table that gave him a good sight of the door, and kept his eyes focused on it, watching and waiting. After a few minutes, someone did enter that caught his eyes: a rather tall, broad, blue-scaled dragon, glancing around furtively.

He couldn't help but be a bit drawn by the sight - dragons weren't a common sight around this part of town. He was dressed in a rather typical dragon way, a fairly simple vest and shorts, lighter clothes designed to fit around his wings and tail, and of course shoeless. Ken noticed that his eyes were darting around, and he had an uncertain look about him, visible in his expression and the anxious swishing of his tail. It was a bit curious, since dragons usually didn't seem to worry about too much; however, the fact that this was an area not exactly big on dragons might have been a reason for that.

Still, he forced himself to take his eyes away and focus on looking for his date. After all, he didn't want to be rude, and staring at the dragon wasn't going to look good if the person he really wanted to look at showed up. He kept his eyes on the door, glancing down at his watch occasionally as the minutes ticked away. Ten past, fifteen past, twenty past...where was he?

He looked around the shop, wondering if he'd missed something. There were only four other people in there. Two humans were chatting in the corner, discussing some business; they certainly weren't what he was looking for. A fox was at a table working on his laptop; he'd been in there since Ken got there and he hadn't looked up from it once, so Ken didn't think he was the date either. And the dragon was still there as well; Ken saw him sitting at another table, eyes darting around, and occasionally down at his own watch. He took a few moments to watch the dragon's eyes, and then noticed that they were largely aimed at the door as well.

Wait a second...it can't be...

With trepidation, he stood up, and quietly slunk towards the dragon, not wanting to make him uncomfortable if he was wrong. As he got close, the dragon did notice and took a curious look at him, and he kept his voice low so as not to create any trouble. "Um...excuse me...are you waiting for someone?"

Sharp green eyes looked back at him in confusion. "Er, yeah...um, why do you ask?"

"You...wouldn't happen to be Gazton, would you?"

The dragon gave him a strange look at first, and then Ken saw the dawning comprehension in his eyes. "...Ken?"

"So it is you!" Ken felt relieved and confused all at the same time. He took a seat across from Gaz, trying to piece things together in his mind. "But...am I just weird, or did you never tell me you were a dragon?"

"I...I thought I didn't have to...I thought you were one!"

"Huh?"

"Your chat name. It's...well, it's kind of referencing a dragon meme, kind of an in-joke that only they seem to care about, I don't think I've ever seen a human mention it. So when we starting talking and I saw that, I just...well, I assumed..."

"Oh...well, uh, sorry?" Ken felt mildly embarrassed; he had noticed some quirks during their chats that might have indicated a species difference, but somehow he'd just passed it off as playing up an online role. Now he was finding out that he'd completely misread the situation. "I didn't, uh, realize that I wasn't what you had in mind. I guess-"

"It's okay, it's okay!" Gaz said suddenly, reaching out to put a hand on Ken's; Ken felt a bit of apprehension as he noticed how big Gaz's hand was compared to his, and he wasn't even one of the larger dragons. "I'm sorry...I didn't...I'm...not very good at this, I guess...I didn't want to offend you, make you think I only was interested in you if you were a dragon...we said we wouldn't talk about appearances for a reason, so...yeah, I'm not disappointed. You're Ken, I'm Gazton...it doesn't matter what we look like, right?"

"Yeah...yeah, you're right, I've got no problem with dragons! Though, I guess I would have suggested a little more neutral spot to meet if I'd known...I hope you didn't have trouble with anyone getting here."

Gaz shook his head, smiling a relieved smile; now that the ice was broken he seemed a lot more like himself. "Nah, they don't usually bother me these days. Maybe if there's a dozen of them, but they know better than to mess with us directly."

"That's good..." Ken's phone buzzed in his pocket, and he noticed that the time for their movie was getting close; the delay in figuring out their date had left them less time than intended to chat each other up before it started. "Whoops...I guess we'd better get going, if we want to catch the movie. If that's all right with you...?"

Gaz nodded, standing leisurely. "Absolutely! I've been dying to see this for months!"

"Heh, I know, you wouldn't shut up about it sometimes in chat. That's why I suggested it."

"Eheh, I guess...I hope it's not putting you out any to see it, I'd wait if you weren't that into it-"

"Oh, no, it's fine! No bother at all!" In truth, Ken had been anticipating the flick for a while himself, though perhaps not quite to the same level as Gaz. Still, seeing the dragon's enthusiasm, he couldn't help but feel more of a thrill; it had been a long time since he'd seen a movie with someone who really wanted to see one. The surprise of Gaz's appearance was slowly ceding to what he knew of his online friend and how they felt for each other; maybe it wasn't going to be an issue after all.

And that had him wondering slightly about other plans they had discussed...

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A few hours later, it was clear that any tension over the species inconsistencies were of little consequence; the two had their date at the movies and were soon as electric as they ever had been online, laughing and chatting and enjoying themselves as much as they could have asked for. Physical appearances aside, the two proved to be as similar as their fronts had suggested.

They only had one incident, a group of younger teens who called at them from across the street, hissing at Gazton, and shouting "GO HOME REPTILE." Gazton just smirked at them and flipped them off, earning some foul language in return; however, they kept their distance, never getting close to either of them. As they put distance between themselves and the gang, Ken asked quietly, "Does that happen a lot?"

"Less than it used to. A few years ago I was scared to walk outside...but these days things have mostly mellowed out. Reptilians still get more hate than mammalians but not much more." Gazton frowned. "Can't complain that much...there's other groups out there that get a lot worse."

They had discussed the matter a bit further, but soon strayed to less disconcerting topics, and before they knew it their walk and talk had taken them to Ken's apartment building. Despite the lateness of the night, both were still full of energy as they made their way up to the flat, not huge but reasonably sized to accommodate the two of them.

They sat and chatted for a couple hours more, drinking and laughing together as they shared stories of their past and discussed their various forms of entertainment. Eventually, it became clear to Ken that Gaz's mind was on something, and he had a feeling he knew what. "So, what's on your mind?"

"Eh? Oh, it's...nothing too critical..."

"Really?" Ken's voice contained more than an edge of dubiousness. "Let's hear it, draggy."

Gaz gulped a bit, but he could tell Ken knew where he was about to go; there was little sense in hiding it. "Well...uh...do you still want to try, uh, having sex?" It wasn't as spontaneous as it seemed; they'd discussed sex at length during their online chats, and previously had expressed a mutual eagerness to have the experience. Of course, that was before their identities had been more firmly established, and Gaz knew full well that the idea of sex with a dragon was plenty intimidating for most species, much less a human.

Ken, on the other hand, sounded plenty eager. "We said we'd try as soon as possible, right?"

"Well, yeah, but-"

"Appearances don't matter, right?"

Gaz smiled. "Yeah...it certainly doesn't matter for attraction, lord knows I'm plenty hot for you. It's just...you know, compatibility."

Ken paused, then shrugged. "Well...I guess that could be an issue...but we can't find out if it is without trying, right?"

He didn't wait for Gaz to answer, instead standing up and slowly unbuttoning his shirt, in full view of the dragon who suddenly felt the need to let his objections dissipate. He drank in the sight of the slow disrobing as the overshirt came off, followed soon, but not too quickly, by Ken's undershirt. It wasn't exactly the physique of a model; Ken was more or less average-framed by human standards, and though not out of shape, he lacked any significant muscle, unsurprising given his lifestyle. Gaz, however, was not about to complain; he rather liked the look on Ken, it seemed more suitable than the body of an adonis.

Ken winked at him as he turned, wiggling his rear at Gaz teasingly as he worked the belt line of his pants downwards, revealing plain gray boxer briefs underneath. The dragon was tempted to jump up and unwrap that prize himself, but he exercised his restraint, allowing Ken to go at his own pace. Soon enough, he made the final move, inching the underwear down slowly, revealing an inviting opening at the rear as well as a glimpse of his sack, Gaz's grin widening at the sight. As he dropped the fully, he turned again, showing off his hardening member, also average in size.

"You realize I'm not gonna be able to reciprocate with this, right?" Gaz teased as Ken stepped towards him. He stood up himself, doing his best to try to keep cool, a tough task when his love was so forward.

"What, too impatient to put on a striptease? We're gonna have to teach you."

"Guilty as charged. But I have a lot less to work with." In point, he pulled up his vest, already mostly undone from earlier, revealing his broad, muscular chest. Ken definitely seemed to approve, grinning broadly at the sight, though in Gaz's eyes he was nothing special to behold, average if that among other dragons. Though, the fact that Ken was looking through a different perspective was somewhat relieving; one of his biggest fears before the night was that he'd meet a dragon who looked like the ones out of his mags and porn sites who looked like a god made flesh, and that he would be struggling with envy over his appearance. Not having that to worry about was a relief.

Ken didn't seem to mind the state of affairs any, thouh that didn't stop him from a little cheeky teasing. "And here I got all dressed up for our date."

"Oh, trust me, I did too. Usually I don't bother with the vest."

"Ooh, I'm a lucky guy."

"It's almost unfair. You give me a good show, and I don't have the material. I guess I'll have to make it up to you with a good ride."

"Mm, maybe you will." Ken licked his lips as Gaz dispensed of his shorts; the dragon wore no underwear, and it was no time at all before Ken got a look at his goods, his growing arousal making itself known from the dragon's slit. Ken marveled at its shape, a more pointed head quickly broadening out over the tip, then a more slowly but steadily broadening down towards the base. He took it in hands and fondled it gently as it grew, and grew, astonishing Ken with its size; he'd heard rumors about how well-endowed dragons were, but he'd never actually seen one until just then. And at the wide base, he could feel the beginnings of an extra bulge protruding from the flesh. "Is that...is that a knot?"

"Er...yeah..." Gaz had a bit of a blush as he felt those hands running over his sensitive organ. "Not many dragons have them...I just happened to be one of the lucky ones, I guess."

"Wow...I dunno if I'm gonna be able to take this all..."

"You don't have to! I mean, that's a lot for most creatures. I don't have to go any deeper than you can handle..."

"But I want to try at least. I'd feel bad if I didn't...it would be a missed opportunity." Ken hadn't really thought about dragon dicks before, but now that he had one in front of him he was quite curious, and wanted to feel as much as he could; already he was wondering what being knotted might be like.

"Missed opportunity? You don't think we'll get more than one shot at this?" Gaz, conversely, was much more worried about Ken's safety. He knew that his fluids had properties that gave their differences some let, but never really knew to what extent. And harming Ken would have been a disaster to him.

"To do this, sure...but not for the first time." Ken rubbed his hands up and down the full length of the imposing shaft, getting a quiet croon from the dragon as he slicked it up with the strange fluids that were there by nature's design. "Heh, you dragons come naturally prepared, don't you?"

"Y-yeah...hang on, I wanna..." Gaz motioned towards the bed, and Ken needed no further prompting. Eagerly, he climbed up on the covers and took position on all fours, enticing Gaz to hurry along. Still the dragon took it easy; wiping a couple of fingers along his groin, he slowly pressed them into the tight hole, getting it loose and lubed for the trial to come. Hearing Ken's gasps and moans was a good sign, as well as an alluring stimulus that gave him a shiver and filled him with more desire to get into the human.

"Have you..."

"N-no...well, I've put things back there before, but not, you know...real. You're the first one I've, um, felt really comfortable enough to do this with."

Gaz felt himself flush a bit at the admission. "Same here, to be honest. I'll try to make sure I do it right." He didn't mention that he wasn't entirely sure what that was, only having a general kind of idea, but he supposed that was better than nothing. Already, he could feel Ken loosening up, getting more relaxed back there, and that told him that it was time to start with the main event. He pulled his fingers out and lined up his slick, dripping cock at the entrance, putting a gentle pressure on. "Just...tell me if something doesn't feel right."

Ken nodded. "I will...go ahead."

Gaz took hold of the human's hips, and slowly pressed forward. The tip parted Ken's ass easily, naturally designed for ease of initial entry, but he was more worried about the girth that followed. As he pushed, Ken was stretched wider, and his breathing picked up a bit as he tried to adjust to the intrusion, feeling it put an incredible pressure on him back there, one he'd never even imagined he could feel. It was not, however, painful or uncomfortable to the point of intolerance, and as the dragon worked his way in further, he was getting used to it rather quickly, each increase in depth being rapidly adapted to.

Once Gaz was about halfway in, he began to thrust slowly, not putting too much force into it, just enough to get things going. It was a test of control, Ken was so tight around him and felt so good, he wanted to get moving faster and harder right off the bat, but refused to do so. He told himself he would control his motions, make sure Ken was in good shape, that he was getting the pleasure he deserved, and so far his actions seemed to be effective given the human's pleasured moans, especially once he reached that hot button inside him.

Gaz continued to try to work himself into a rhythm, his thrusts getting a little harder and deeper as his grip tightened on Ken. Despite what he told himself earlier, he found himself pushing the limits, getting in a little farther each time, control overridden by the sensations on his cock. It was easy to excuse himself, saying he would stop when Ken was in trouble, aided by the fact that his partner wasn't giving any signs of the sort. Indeed, Ken was loving how deeply and completely he was being filled, and he was trying to will more and more of that dragonflesh inside of him, stopping short of outright begging so that he wouldn't pressure Gaz intot going farther than his comfort zone.

Even so, he was taken somewhat off-guard when he felt that bulge press against his rear. He looked down between his legs; though he couldn't see the actual pole inside of him, he did notice that Gaz's legs were a lot closer than before. That could only mean one thing... "Gaz! Is it?"

"Rrgh...all the way to my knot...fuck, Ken, can't believe you took that much...what are you, made of rubber?" Gaz was panting as he was almost fully enveloped, the sensation fantastic as those walls massaged his length so tightly. There was no way he'd foreseen this being possible, he'd contented himself with the thought of much less until they'd come this far. As much as he would have been willing to do it for Ken, he wouldn't deny that he was very glad he had been able to put in a whole lot more.

"Why don't we find out? Gaz, please, more..."

Ken's prompting was plenty effective, provoking Gaz into a faster, harder pace, using more of his length now that he knew Ken could handle it. It was better than he could have predicted, the tight hole clutching to him and giving him the most wonderful sensations across the whole length of his shaft, knot excluded. Underneath him, Ken was in a very different type of heaven, the thickness of the cock was ensuring that it dragged across his prostate every time it moved, sending electric jolts into him to add to the continuous sensation of being filled, then emptied, and filled again...that feeling stuck out so drastically, he couldn't think of anything else.

Over several minutes, they built up more and more, slowly but surely. The pleasure and pressure kept rising for both of them, and Gaz was finding it harder to keep up mentally. His thrusts were getting more jerky and unfocused, and though he was trying to keep himself under control he couldn't help but drive in harder. His body wanted, almost demanded, that he finish the job and get his knot inside his mate. Gaz didn't want to accidentally harm Ken, but his desire was threatening to get the better of him. "Gh...Ken...I'm...close, and I...may try to...tie you."

"Ah...Gaz, please...don't hold back, please..." By this time Ken was almost drunk with pleasure, he didn't care if it was going to be painful, he wanted to try to take that last part in. "If you want to tie, please, try!"

"Okay...if you're sure!" Gaz let loose, snarling as he suddenly ramped up his place, not pulling out as far but pushing in with much more force, slamming his knot against Ken's straining hole. Under the brutal assault, he could feel it start to give, and that only spurred him on further. On Ken's side, there was definitely some discomfort, but the repeated bolts of pleasure surging through him masked the worst of it. He spread his legs a bit more, trying to open himself as much as possible for that huge bulge.

Finally, Gaz pushed in harder than ever before, and suddenly felt the ring open up around that bulge; he kept pushing, and it swallowed him, his hips slapping against Ken's rear as he cried out and came. Dragon seed gooshed out at a high rate, rapidly filling Ken's insides, the knot easily preventing any from slipping out of him. The intense sensations, far beyond anything he'd ever imagined, propelled Ken to his climax easily; he loudly moaned out Gaz's name as his own semen fired out onto the bedsheets, not quite matching Gaz's volume but making enough of a mess in its own right.

As things finally settled down, Gaz pulled Ken close to him, laying down on the floor next to the bed, still firmly ensconced within that wonderful hole. "Heh...I guess maybe we should've prepared for the mess...sorry about that."

"No need to apologize...it'll clean up fine." Ken sighed and rubbed Gaz's arms, again feeling a little dwarfed but not at all unhappy about it. The volume of dragoncum in him and the still-knotted shaft packing his rear had him feeling a bit distended, but immensely satisfied. "Mm...so how long do you stay tied?"

"Well...kinda depends on how stimulated I get when tied. Can be as short as ten minutes, or as long as two hours..." He flushed a bit, remembering an episode of the latter from his past. "That can get kinda awkward if I've got something to get to..."

"Ooh, so I could keep my dragon locked up tight for a long time just by doing this?" Ken squeezed himself a bit, eliciting a pleasured moan from Gaz, music to his ears. "That sounds like fun..."

"You keep that up and I'll be stuck too long to give you another round."

"Well, that's even more fun. I suppose I'll stop teasing my dragon if he promises another romp with his human."

Gaz laughed quietly. "Your dragon would appreciate that."