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There is a universal truth as timeless as time itself. An understanding that is axiomatic, its sensibility transcending time, place, even species. A warning that — despite its ubiquitous nature — is often cast away when we are at our most vulnerable. When we succumb to our basest desires.

A painful reality awaits those who fail to heed its words. It provides a harsh lesson, seeped in regret and good intentions.

Having someone cum onto your chest may sound hot in the moment, but it's an absolute nightmare to clean off. Especially if you wait too long and let it dry.

If only you had listened.

And if only an oversized Komodo dragon hadn't seized you and subjugated your bed. If he wasn't so busy hugging you right now, you might have been able to clean it off in time.

“What's the big deal?" asks Kev, an irritating whine to his voice. “Just wipe it off later. It's what I do."

You swipe your finger down the smooth, interlocking ridges of his chest. “Let me make this as simple as I can for your reptile brain. You have scales. I have hair. We are not the same."

“Oh lookie here, Mister Fancy Pants Mammal, bragging about his temperature regulation again. And on such a chilly morning, too. You're more cold-blooded than me!"

“I hope you're being dense on purpose, for your own sake." As therapeutic as it would be, choking out an oversized Komodo dragon seems a bit beyond your capabilities. If only your roommate's neck were less thick. “If your stupid lizard load dries, it's going to hurt. I'm talking the tearing-out-hair kind of hurt."

“You don't need a shower for that, dude." Kev loops a talon — with a tad too much pressure for your liking — around the curve of your belly, taking care to avoid the drying mess of your combined cumshots. “Just lick it off. It's free protein."

“You need more protein than me. Why don't you lick it clean?"

Kev scoffs. “No way, dude. That's gay as fuck."

“So it's decided — a shower's my only option."

You try to tug away from Kev's arm, wrapped around your shoulder. He simply squeezes down harder, gripping his talons into the underside of your arm.

“Sorry," says Kev, his forked tongue flicking between his scaled lips. “Reptile brain says no."

Again, you try to jerk away, and again, Kev keeps you squished against him with a mere tense of his muscles. “Mammal brain says to turn you into a handbag if you don't let go."

“Reptile brain says heat rocks are possessions and should speak only when spoken to." Kev nuzzles his smooth snout into your neck, swishing his sticky tongue along the underside of your chin. A deep rumble wells up from the depths of his brawny chest.

“Kev, rocks don't talk."

“Exactly, dude. So make like a rock and stay still."

“You know what else stays still and quiet? A fucking handbag!"

“Why are you so obsessed with turning me into a handbag?"

“Because you—"

“Wait, wait, I think I've got it!" Kev ruffles his other hand through your hair. Is he patting you?! “You want me by your side at all times. Aww…"

“It's actually because I want to kill—"

“I always knew you were super gay, dude."

His rumbles intensify; the rolling thrum of some vast organic machine vibrates through your entire form. His forked tongue tickles your cheek as he presses his snout against your ear. With a steamy huff, Kev smacks his lips together. A long sigh rolls over your ear, quivering in time with the rumbling of his throat.

“I'm really happy we could get to know each other better…" he says.

Oh no. He's being romantic. For once. Things are so strange when he's being blunt and genuine about his feelings.

“I'm… I'm happy as well, Kev."

He pulls you tighter, rubbing his ridged chest along your shoulder. With surprising gentleness, his tongue curls around your ear as he playfully nibbles your earlobe. His churrs — could they be considered purrs? — are all you can hear. That is, until he opens his maw and whispers something, his voice soft and tender.

“My good little heat rock…"

God damn it.

“Okay, that's it — you ruined it!" You shove Kev's head away as the lizard chuckles at his own stupidity. “It's shower time."

“Wait, it's still cold! You can't leave me here to freeze, dude. Where's your so-called human compassion?"

“It melted away the moment you called me a heat rock." You take advantage of his momentary panic and lurch yourself away — out of his grasp, out of the bed. “Didn't you want to join me, anyway?"

He whines as his heat rock slips away, tugging the triple layer of blankets up to his neck. “But, like, there's at least two dozen steps to the bathroom, dude. I'll freeze before I make it!"

“Not my problem."

“W-wait, I can't make it" — Kev throws off the covers and launches out of bed — “without my heat rock!"

You don't have time to brace for impact before Kev slams you against the dresser door. It groans in pain, but not as loud as you do, sandwiched between it and the fat lizard's heft. Hopefully, the door gives way and snaps before your spine does.

By some miracle, Kev relents before the imminent property damage and/or realignment of your skeletal structure. But before you can gasp a full breath of air, he snatches you off your feet, bracing one hand underneath your knees and the other on your back as he cradles you against his warm chest. He squeezes you in, resting his snout atop your head as he tucks your face into his chubby neck. The hide trembles over your face like a massage chair, spurred on by the reinvigorated warbling — purring? — within Kev's throat.

“Warm."

Is all he says.

Until he slides his talons up the underside of your legs, groping your thighs as he slowly inches his claws over your ass. He clenches his hand against each cheek, squeezing down and giving each a parting pat, before offering his next nugget of wisdom.

“Butt."

Reptilian brains are a force to be reckoned with.

With his hand cupping both your cheeks, he lumbers out of the bedroom. You can't see beyond the dark scales you're squished against, but he's certainly taking his time for someone apparently too cold to make the two dozen step trip alone. In fact, it feels almost as though he's turning in the same direction. Is he just circling around the coffee table? Was the cold just an excuse to carry you the entire way there?

Either he's more bashful than you thought, or he's the biggest baby you've ever laid eyes on. You can't be certain either way.

Though Kev's purrs (?) suddenly stop as he breaks the silence.

“Dude."

“Yeah?"

“What are some good names for pet rocks?"

“I am going to stab you."

“Don't know about that one, but what about… Grumpy?"

It's so tempting to bite his neck right now, but you'll probably break your teeth before leaving a single dent in his scales. But maybe… you can fluster him back. You lift your face from his neck and lean up, wrapping your arms around his back as you stare into his bright orange eyes.

“Kev?"

“Yeah?"

“You know you're groping my butt, right?"

“Yeah, I know."

“That's pretty gay."

“It sure is."

Guess not.

You pass the narrow doorway leading into the bathroom. Kev's wagging tail thwacks against the door frame as he stomps through. Keeping you supported with one hand — the one on your ass, of course — he clumsily opens the shower door and reaches for the tap. Water flows down as he steps away from the shower, embracing your back once more.

“Gotta wait for it to warm up," he says, gliding his talons down the length of your back before zigzagging them back up.

“Are you going to shampoo me?"

“Maybe." His claws playfully scratch at your butt. “Might do some other things to you, too."

“Oh boy, other things. My favourite."

“I thought I was your favourite thing." Kev's claws roll to the front of your chest, swirling just under your jugular in half-circles — still avoiding the quickly drying cum. “Also, random question, but why are your nipples hard?"

“Because it's cold, dumbass."

“Huh." He flicks the back of his talon across one of your erect nipples, making you flinch. “Exposed dicks, random patches of fur, nipple temperature monitors — why is human anatomy so fucking weird, dude?"

“Brilliance is often misunderstood."

“Well, how do you explain the smell?"

You squint at Kev. “The what?"

“The smell. You're a stinky mammal."

“I don't smell!" Personal hygiene is the one thing you pride yourself on.

“You and every other mammal smell so much." Kev flicks his tongue in the air, right beside your nose. “Last night, in your bedroom, it smelled so much that I could taste you, dude."

“Oh, so first you break into my room and steal my heat, and then you have the audacity to complain about how my room smells?"

“I'm not complaining, dude." Kev smiles, flashing the small nubs of his teeth. “You taste good."

“Uh, thanks?"

“It also makes you so much easier to track down." His words tremble, oscillating with the rumbling growl building in his chest.

Kev is leading this conversation in a concerning direction. Time to swerve.

“At least I'm not a smelly lizard," you say. Smooth.

Kev chuckles. “Unfortunately for you, lizards don't smell."

You glance up and down Kev's bulky form, eyeing the loose flabs of hide that scrunch up like little chubby ridges. Sure, they aren't the same as fat rolls, but there's no way those don't smell. Just to be sure, you lean towards a large fold on his neck and loudly sniff the glittering scales. It's mild, but there's definitely something there. Something familiar. It almost reminds you of… you?

No…

It's just a coincidence. Spending the night with your head tucked into Kev's neck has nothing to do with it.

Shit, you're taking too long to respond! “I… I don't believe you. Lizards absolutely smell."

“Why would we, dude? No fur, no sweat — we're just perfect."

“I refuse to believe that. You're a fat, stinky lizard."

Kev scoffs, his maw curling into a mischievous smirk. “Wanna test it, then?" He shifts up his arm. “You could spend tonight sleeping in my armpit. You'll love it, dude — the hide there is extra soft."

It's hard to tell when Kev is joking. But there's one part he's clearly serious about — him stealing your body heat for another night. Though it's not really stealing if you're willing to share. It's more a mutual exchange; he does offer good cuddles, after all.

“That looks like a good amount of steam," says Kev as he looks to the shower. He lowers you back onto the ground. “You first."

The cold tiles make jumping back into his arms an attractive prospect, were it not for the hot shower right behind you. Not bothering to test the water, you leap in. Hot water — thankfully not quite scalding — rolls down your chest. You quickly lather up your shower sponge and scrub off the half-dry cum, thankful it breaks apart without ripping out your hair.

There's a splatter as Kev stomps into the shower behind you. Just as you're about to step under the water to wash off the soap, Kev squeezes in front of you. He smooshes you flat against the shower glass, still laden with its early morning chill.

“'Scuse me. Fat lizard coming through." He slows as he sidles past you, grinding his chest over you until you're flattened against the glass.

“K-Kev…!" You try to shove yourself off, but the evidently 'fat lizard' behind you doesn't budge. You only manage to smear bubbles all over the screen. “The glass is fucking cold!"

“I gotcha, I gotcha." His hands squeeze around your waist before slipping under the soapy glass, wrapping around your belly. His scales glide over your back as he squeezes past before tugging at your stomach, pulling you towards the shower with him.

Your hair is soaked as you stumble backwards under the showerhead. But you're soon pulled tight under his chin, leaving you to watch the water splashing all around as it arcs off Kev's head like a fountain. He slides his arms up to your chest and pulls you tighter, locking you in a strong and tender embrace.

Kev lets out a deep sigh as water flows down his bulky form. While it's cosy tucked under his chest, he's blocking most of the water. All you get is whatever rolls off his snout, each edge forming its own mini waterfall.

“Kev… you know how to share, right?"

“Whoops, sorry dude." He loosens his now-wet arms and shuffles back, letting you enjoy the unhampered flow of hot water. Instantly, the morning chill melts into the rising steam. Warmth ripples down your shoulders in time with the stream of hot water, saturating your torso, legs, and finally toes. Relaxed, you sink into the firmness of Kev's chest. While the water soaks your face, Kev slides his claws down your sides, letting his smooth scales rest around your hips as he gently scratches at your belly.

You close your eyes and lie in Kev's arms. The Komodo rests his snout on your head and wraps his bulky tail around your legs, tucking you tighter into him. The soft churrs rumbling over your back are masked by the splattering of water, but they become clearer as you push yourself deeper into Kev.

Minutes pass in silence with the two of you entwined, bathing in the warmth of each other's embrace. Kev slowly rocks his body and yours as he glides his claws up your torso, circling them around your chest, kneading your soft skin. They're sharp, but he works them with such gentleness that your skin soon prickles with goosebumps. Not even the steamy flow of water can stop them.

But what would those claws feel like brushing through your hair?

“Um, Kev…"

“Yeah, dude?" His voice is almost a hush under the roar of the shower.

“Could you… shampoo my hair?"

“Sure," he says, a sudden inflection to his voice. His hands slide off your chest as he shuffles the both of you forward. “That's, like, just rubbing it through, right?"

“Yeah. You scrunch at the scalp until it's all soapy, then wash it out."

“Gotcha." He reaches for the bottle of shampoo. There's some relief in knowing Kev's reptilian brain can read labels. Enough relief for you to close your eyes and leave everything to him.

With Kev's wet chest rubbing over your back, his hands glide around your ears before kneading through your hair. Shampoo lather runs down your shoulders as he scrunches his claw back and forth. Though they're sharp, he's incredibly gentle, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you tremble as he scritches every inch of your scalp.

Before long, he pulls you back into the flow of the shower, still weaving his claws around your hair as he rinses out the shampoo.

“Hair is weird, dude," Kev says, tugging at a clump. “It looks like it'd just get in the way."

“Yeah. Getting in the way is your job, isn't it?"

His claws slide off your hair, rolling down your back. “Are you calling me fat?"

“I'm just saying you're the largest roommate I've ever had."

Kev snorts, right beside your ear. “If I'm so large, you better be careful. You never know when your fat roommate might just… stumble."

He wraps his arm around your chest and lunges forward. He shoves you to the other end of the shower and squishes you against the tiles, bearing his weight on your back, only yielding once you squirm. As his scales leave your back, you flip around and come face to face with that sardonic smirk he so loves to pull.

“W-what the hell, Kev?"

“Sorry, dude. I tripped." That slight heaving of his chest, a small chuckle he's trying to suppress, says otherwise. “I guess the shower's too small for the both of us."

“I guess that makes my bed too small as well. Enjoy freezing tonight, idiot."

“Yeah?" He slams his arm against the wall, right above your head. “How are you gonna stop me from taking it, pipsqueak?"

“And here I thought you had transformed into a romantic." You try to push Kev's chest back, but that only makes him lean more of his bulk against you. “Should have known you're still a dumb brute at heart."

“Oh yeah? Would a dumb brute do this?"

“Do wha—"

Kev's head springs towards you. His jaws squeeze around your cheeks as he thrusts his tongue into your mouth. A mumbled gasp is the only protest you can make before your tongue is pinned beneath his. He twists his head, showing the underside of his neck, engulfing more of your face, deepening the kiss. His thick tongue slithers further, curling around your own as it explores the confines of your mouth.

Kev's surprise kiss leaves you stunned. Before you can react, he's already tightening his grip on you; his hand slides through your hair, cupping your head and pulling you into him. His other arm glides down your back, hooking around your thighs before clasping your ass. But rather than a grope, Kev seems to want to lift you.

With Kev supporting your weight, you kick your legs off the ground and wrap them around his butt, tucking them just underneath his wagging tail. You squeeze your arms around the back of his head, bracing yourself against the eagerness of his kiss.

Even in his caress, Kev keeps you pinned to the wall under his weight. Primal thoughts and sensations stir within at the realisation of how utterly vulnerable you are; Kev has you restrained. At his mercy. Exposed to the ravishing of his powerful tongue.

It's perfect.

You close your lips, sealing his tongue against yours. It showcases its acrobatic form as it explores the depths of your mouth, tussling with your own before coiling together. Your respective sounds roll together, a huffed mix of growls and moans.

The fatter midsection squeezes between your lips, leaving your mouth more Komodo tongue than empty space. You slurp and suckle its slimy length as it pumps back and forth, his drool spreading an odd sweetness along your tongue. Kev's tongue proves more energetic than you ever imagined, yet it shows surprising restraint in only teasing the entrance to your throat, never lunging itself through. Not that your throat is left bored; it needs to gulp down the pooling flood of lizard slobber before it overwhelms you.

Your mouth isn't the only part subject to Kev's affections. His hands grope and pinch at your butt while he grinds his belly over your crotch. Though it doesn't take long for Kev's heft to start rubbing over something else. You don't even need to look to realise your hardening cock is brushing against his smooth scales, now sandwiched between your belly and his, trembling against them both as Kev continues to grind against you.

With a softening rumble from his throat, Kev breaks the kiss, sliding out what looks to be the full length of his tongue from between your lips. Its forked tip flicks free, thick strings of saliva keeping it connected to your lips. They snap as Kev pulls his head back. His orange eyes take slow blinks as they beam back at you.

“Just… just to be sure…" you say as you swallow the leftover drool in your mouth, “you promise your mouth bacteria won't kill me?"

“It won't, but I might if you keep bringing that up." Kev's smile makes even his death threats sound like tender words of endearment.

You let go of his neck and run your fingers over your cheeks, feeling along the grooves where Kev's jaws embraced you. “You didn't bite down anywhere, right? I mean, I probably need to go to a hospital if you did."

Kev tsks. “And you were saying I'm not a romantic? Here you are ruining this sweet moment with something trivial."

Dying from Komodo venom seems a bit more than a trivial concern, but — by some minor miracle — you don't find any nicks along your face. Kev is more gentle than he looks.

He keeps you off the ground, held tight against his chest, head tucked under his chin, as he steps back under the warm flow of the shower.

But there's something more pressing that Kev hasn't seemed to notice yet.

“Uh, Kev…?"

“Yeah?"

“You're, uh… you're grinding your gut over my dick."

His tail smacks against the shower glass. “I know."

“Oh." Well, there's really only one thing you can say in response. “You going to take care of that?"

“Hah! I dunno. Am I?"

“Well, yeah? You're the one who caused it."

Kev scoffs. “So? Not my fault you're a horny mammal with a refractory period shorter than you are."

“Wait, are you saying… you're not horny?"

“Nope!" Kev pats the top of your head. “You should have paid more attention in school — reptiles have long refractory periods."

You don't recall that sort of thing being taught in school, but more pressingly — “T-then what was the kiss for?"

“I was just trying to be romantic, dude. Just leave it to your dirty mammal brain to turn something nice into something horny."

He tries to act innocent, but Kev's not that oblivious. Him grinding against your crotch, that not-so-subtle smirk he's making — he knew it would rile you up.

And he's not done riling you up. He clenches his hand around your butt, squeezing you into him, rubbing your cock against the firm ridges of his belly. As much as you try to restrain yourself from reacting, the tensing of your legs — still wrapped around his ass — probably gave away how good that felt.

“Buuuuut…" Kev says, rolling his tongue over his scaled lips, “I suppose I could help you out… in exchange for something."

Damn it — he'll be fishing for something good. Best start small and work your way up. “Uh, I'll be your heat rock for a day?"

“Bzzzt. Already have that, dude." He licks your cheek. “For a lot longer than a day, too…"

“I'll… I'll let you sit on me?"

“I can already snuggle my heat rock whenever I want." As if to prove that, he squeezes you tighter. “I'll get more warmth from that than sitting on you."

The willpower of the human spirit is often put to test in times of great strife. And, while your resolve is unmatched, the yearning to stick your dick in a lizard is one trial no mortal man can overcome.

With a quick cough, you mutter into his neck. “What I mean is… I'll let you sit on me."

“And again, why would I sit on you when I can…" Kev's voice softens, slowly trailing off. Then, all too suddenly, he tenses and squeezes you tighter; it seems he's realised what sit means in this context.

“Deal," he says. “You're my seat next time I game."

With how quickly he agreed, you might not have gotten the better end of this bargain; Kev plays a lot of video games. Oh well; that's something to worry about later.

He places you back onto the shower tiles and, with a sharp huff, lowers himself to his knees. His snout presses into your torso as he slides down. His tongue drifts behind it, leaving behind an obvious trail of drool, much thicker than the shower water rolling down your body.

“U-uh, Kev… what are you doing?"

“What does it look like, dude?" Kev slides his snout over your cock before pulling back, letting it flick free just above his nostrils. His orange eyes peer up at you, before his maw curls into a small smirk. “I'm gonna suck your dick."

“Is that safe?"

“It won't be if you ask that question again."

Point taken. At least he's not growling at your dick. Not yet, anyway.

But it won't be hard to make him growl. You pull your cock up and let it swing back down, striking the top of Kev's head with a soggy splat.

Kev responds — as expected — with an ominously low growl. To up his fear factor, he squeezes his meaty hands around your upper thighs. Neither of his threats are enough to stop you from swinging your hips, dick-slapping the side of Kev's face, just under his eye.

“Sorry, Kev, human dicks are unwieldy. Almost makes me jealous of your slit." You lower your hand to stroke his head, not reacting to the rising volume of his snarls.

“Hit me with that thing again, mammal. I dare you."

“Yeah? What's going to happen if I do?" You bounce your cock against his snout, whacking it repeatedly between his orange eyes, each strike accompanied by a satisfyingly wet patter.

Those eyes narrow. The edges of Kev's maw curls into a scowl — flashing the sharp silver of his teeth. His tail wallops the tiles as he tightens his claws around your thighs, almost digging into your skin. All the while, his growl grows to a snarl, revving through the undersized bathroom like a rusty chainsaw.

It's all an attempt to scare you. Unfortunately for Kev, he's much less frightening than he likes to think. Him drenched and kneeling in the shower as your cock bobs atop his snout certainly doesn't help his intimidation factor. All the same, wouldn't it be fun to egg him on a bit more? Just to see how far he can take it?

“Aww, who's a cute little Komodo?" You pat his head as you swing your cock to the side, batting it against the curve of his snout. “Who's a good little lizard? Is it you?"

Kev thrashes his head away from your dick and snaps his jaws, the booming clank stinging your eardrums. He then jerks his head back and spreads his jaws, letting you peer into the depths of his maw.

Again, he might have thought this would be a scary sight. While the jagged juts of his teeth peek from his upper and lower gums, the rest of his maw is eliciting… different feelings. Very different. Thick strands of drool drip from the roof of his mouth, splattering against his meaty tongue as it swirls around his mouth. What misses the tongue rolls to the back, pooling around the glistening pink flesh of his gullet. Even in the damp darkness back there, the ring of muscle throbs and quivers in time with his rumbling snarls. Each growl oozes out of his maw as a warm puff of vapour, wafting over your dick before vanishing into the steam of the shower.

Frightening is not the word you would use to describe Kev's mouth. You honestly don't know what word best encompasses his mismatch of oral features.

But you do know one thing — you really want to stick your dick in there.

The entrance to his throat, especially, looks so goddamn plump and tight. There's probably some evolutionary explanation as to why it functions like a vibrating fleshlight, but really, who the fuck cares? After all, humanity has two great triumphs as a species — their adaptability, and their propensity to shove their dicks into anything. Kev's middling reptile brain is about to learn a harsh lesson about the determination of the human spirit.

It never falters.

No matter what.

Before Kev can carry out any other plan, you pull your hips back and thrust your cock into his wide-open maw. Immediately, the intense heat and humidity make you shudder, and you grip the Komodo's head to brace yourself. Drool pools around the head of your cock, soaking it in steaming warmth.

Kev's eyes widen. The thwacking of his tail stops, halting mid-air; even he's surprised by your brazenness.

Peering down at him, you flash him the smuggest smile you can muster before giving him a single order. “Lick."

Kev snorts, though his disapproval serves only to blow another sweltering puff over your cock from the depths of his throat. He glares up at you, but you don't waver. Your staring match drags on, though the patter of the shower softens the impact of his icy silence.

With a puff of steam from his nostrils, Kev finally breaks eye contact. His fat tongue splats against the underside of your cock before curving around its girth, coiling it within his mouth. The tongue's pronged fork trails further down your shaft, peeking out from the edge of his mouth. The muscle tenses, constricting down around your length, before his entire tongue rolls back towards the head of your cock. It then squeezes down, thrusting back towards the base before settling into the motion of pumping your length.

You grip down around the loose hide hanging from the back of Kev's neck, bucking forward as he strokes your cock with his talented tongue. Though he continues glaring at you, there's no way Kev would be putting in this much effort if he wasn't enjoying himself. Perhaps those powerful growls are his attempt to disguise his purrs — or bathe your cock in the warmth of his throat. Maybe both.

But he's still holding back. He's leaving the base of your cock untouched. That smug asshole won't respond well to a direct request to engulf your entire length, but maybe if you frame it just right…

“H-hey Kev…" You slide your hands up, stroking the sandy scales along his head. “It'd be real scary… if you swallowed my entire cock. Could you imagine?"

Kev huffs. He knows better than to embarrass himself by trying to snap back a muffled response. He's great at expressing things without words, however; instead, he squeezes his claws tighter around your thighs, their tips tensing against your skin. It's a silent warning. Knowing him, he'd verbalise it as something like, There's no backing out now, mammal.

His snarl rises to a fever pitch, rolling up his now-quivering tongue, quaking through your needy cock wrapped within. Along with a narrowing of his eyes, those are the only warnings Kev gives. In the next moment, he lurches forward, burying the entirety of your cock into the hotness of his maw. His snout splats against your crotch, the force knocking your ass against the shower wall. Not relenting, he keeps you pinned as his nostrils twitch against your lower belly, taking deep huffs of your scent — he did mention mammals were smelly.

His tongue coils further forward, entwining around the rest of your length. Your legs nearly buckle out from under you as a wave of euphoria rocks your lower half. Heat and stickiness envelop your entire length as his powerful tongue clenches down, kneading your manhood. The muscle spirals back and forth over the whole circumference, glazing your cock in a thick coat of lizard slobber.

Kev isn't satisfied, though. He nuzzles his snout deeper into your crotch, grinding his slick scales across your sensitive skin. You grip your hands around his snout, just beneath his eyes, bracing against his oral assault. The slight hint of resistance only further provokes the Komodo; he growls into your groin, the steam from his maw and nostrils drenching the already wet surface in another layer of humidity. He shuffles forward, squishing your back against the tiled wall as he takes more of your length.

Kev seems hellbent on cramming your cock as deep as humanly possible.

Lizardly possible? Komodoly possible?

Whatever. With another strong nudge of his snout against your crotch, his reason for doing so becomes clear.

Something tight and wet clamps down around the head of your cock. You roll your hand under Kev's snout and rub at the hide of his chin, squeezing your fingers around the bulge in his upper throat. You thrust forward, and his throat swells in equal measure. Kev winks at you, though his eyes stay narrowed in a glare. Who would have thought someone could look both so menacing and smug while deep throating a cock? His lack of a gag reflex almost makes up for his other reptilian failings.

Almost.

His gullet engulfs more of your cockhead. The utter tightness, the quivering of his throat muscles, the sweltering warmth of his insides — it's near overwhelming, pushing you to the brink. All you can do is ride it, taking rapid bucks against Kev's snout, fucking his face in reflex.

The pressure around your left thigh wanes, but then a scaled hand cups your nuts. Kev squeezes them in rhythm with your thrusts, pushing you one step closer to release. Adding to the wave of pleasure is an intense churr reverberating from the depths of his neck, kneading your cock as his throat throbs around it like a living cocoon. His tongue continues tensing around the half still in his steamy maw, gripping down and pumping at your length. Kev even takes a noisy gulp amidst his loud slurping; his throat muscles constrict and ripple over your cock, trying to pull it deeper.

And despite everything, it's Kev's claw tenderly trailing over your taint that pushes you over the edge. You clench your hands around his head and pull him deeper, throwing your head back as your legs tremble from under you. Kev fondles your nuts one last time — giving the pair a soft tug — as you erupt.

The velvety walls clamp down, rumbling over your cock as you unload down his throat. Kev takes audible gulps, all the while rubbing and squeezing your sac, now pulsing in his grip. He pulls back, letting your cock roll out of his throat, the walls squeezing the head as it slips free. His tongue doesn't relent, however, and instead twirls around your cockhead, lapping at the erupting tip, smearing cum and drool all over your length.

You're unsure how long you last. Kev just keeps licking and swallowing, slowing only when your cock tingles from post-orgasm sensitivity. Even then, his slobbery tongue still swishes around your length, licking up whatever mess his affections left behind. Your legs wobble, on the brink of collapse, but Kev then lets go of your sac and grips your thighs. He holds them tight, keeping you standing while you recover — and while he licks your cock clean.

After what feels like an eternity, Kev lets go. With another quivering growl, he slides his head back, his scaled lips gliding smoothly over your cock. Your dick flicks free from his maw with a wet plop, coated in glistening drool, but otherwise sucked clean.

But before you're allowed a moment of respite, he spreads his maw wide, tilting it up towards you. His tongue, gums, and even the nubs of his teeth are covered in fat globs of white. They slowly drip down, pooling at the back of his mouth as a bubbly broth of drool and cum. He lets the visual sink in, taking steamy huffs as his tongue jolts around his maw, scooping up more of the mess and flinging it to the thickening puddle frothing at the back. The only thing that breaks your attention is a flash of orange above Kev's snout — did he just wink at you?

Before you can dwell on it, Kev's maw shudders, blurring as it slams shut with a thunderous crack. Once the echo fades, the splatter of his tongue — still thrashing about within his jaws — takes its place. He tosses his head back and takes a series of noisy gulps. The hide of his neck ripples as he swallows your load, his tail bouncing against the tiled floor.

Kev lowers his head, keeping his mouth closed. His snout curls upwards in a half smirk, half smile.

You boop his nose with your finger. “Aren't you going to let me see?"

Kev exhales, opening his mouth. The milky-white mix is gone, along with any other remnants of your orgasm. In its place, drool, drool, and more drool; do lizards ever stop drooling?

But, ignoring the drool, he's definitely cleaned up your mess.

You swing your hips, splatting your cock atop his snout once more to rub it in. “Good boy."

“Fuck you."

You tsk. “But I think you missed a spot."

“You sure, dude? Why don't you stick your head in and take a proper look? I promise I won't bite." Kev jerks his head upwards, clamping his jaws shut right in front of your face. Another bone-crunching snap echoes through the bathroom. “Not until you're all the way in."

“I think I'll pass on that one." You give him some snout pats before flipping your hand over, observing your wrinkled fingers. “Though it's about time we get out, before my hands get any puffier."

Kev squints at your fingers. “Oh, that thing. More bizarre mammal stuff. Imagine being allergic to water."

“Imagine sucking a dick."

“Imagine agreeing to be my seat just to get your dick sucked." Kev lifts himself back to his feet, returning to his ordinary position of towering over you. He embraces you with a single arm, his other hand gently scratching at the underside of your chin. “I used to want one of those expensive heated cushions, but why bother when I've got my own little heat rock to rest my sweaty ass on?"

Didn't he say lizards don't sweat? Whatever — that's much less pressing than the actual issue here; your load limit is absolutely less than Kev's weight. “Y-you didn't think I was serious about that, right? You'd crush me to death."

“Too bad, dude. Should have thought of that before getting your dick sucked.." He lets go of your chin and reaches behind him, turning off the shower the both of you barely stood under. Environmentalists you are not.

You stretch your arms around Kev's hips, gliding your fingers under his tail to squeeze two handfuls of his rump. The hide is soft back there, and Kev's plump ass has always been something his clothes left little to the imagination. But as fun as it is to pinch and rub your hands over, being buried underneath it for who knows how long might be a little too much for your lungs to handle.

“Uh, how long did you say your gaming sessions last?" you ask as you slap both hands down on his wet cheeks.

“Until I get bored," he says, not reacting to your gropes.

“And… how long does that usually take? For you to get bored?"

“Dude, do you really think I'm going to get bored with you squirming underneath me?"

Yeah, you're not certain about your lung capacity, but 'forever' might be a bit too long to hold your breath. Even worse than suffocating, however, is the fact that eating reptile ass is something Kev would never let you forget.

Time for Plan B.

“A-anyway, let's discuss that after we get dry," you say. “Don't want to wait until we freeze again."

Kev tightens his grip around your waist. “What's there to discuss? A deal's a deal…"

You push him and tug yourself free, opening the shower door. “Let me dry off first. There's not enough room for your fat ass as well."

Kev chuckles, squeezing your butt as you step out of the shower. “Can't stop thinking about my ass, can you, dude?"

You snatch a towel and rub it over yourself before wrapping it around your waist. Even though you're nowhere near dry, that's okay — there's a second towel here you can bring with you. Out of the bathroom.

“Hey, Kev, turn around and let me whip you." You pull the second towel off the rack — Kev's towel — and twirl it into a spiral.

Kev obliges, turning to face his ass at you. His bulky tail, the obstacle between you and your target, sways back and forth in front of his cheeks. You wait, observing the pattern, learning the timing. As the tail flicks to the left, you whip your arm out. The towel strikes Kev's right cheek with a satisfying crack, wobbling the meaty hide.

Kev gasps and straightens his back. He rubs his hand over his butt, chuckling. “Nice hit."

“Thanks," you say, opening the bathroom door, towel still in hand. “Also, it looks like we're out of towels. Sorry, Kev."

Kev whips his head over his shoulder, his orange eyes wide. “What do you mean—"

“Guess I'll see you later, then. Good luck!"

“W-wait, what? I need a towel, dude! It's too cold!"

It's too late. You dash out of the bathroom — one towel around your waist, the other in your hand — and slam the door behind you. You hurry towards your bedroom. Yes, while you've just given Kev a legitimate motive to murder you, that was going to happen either way; suffocation by ass is still murder. At least, you think it is. But while Kev reels from the cold, you've given yourself a few minutes of a head start. Enough time to escape.

Or so you thought.

Kev kicks open the bathroom door. It crashes against the wall as his lumbering silhouette fills the doorway, shuddering up and down in time with his snarls. His shoulders are raised, he's breathing heavily, and his jaws gape like that of a rabid animal. It seems his hatred of the cold is trumped by the embarrassment of being one-upped — by you in particular.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

“H-hey Kev, I was just about to get you another—"

Your excuse is cut short by a bloodthirsty gargle from his throat. He charges out of the bathroom, hurtling straight towards you. Before you can react, several hundred kilos of rampaging lizard rams into you, but instead of ploughing you over, Kev swipes you off the ground. Colours run together as walls and lights flash past your vision. And then sudden vertigo washes over you — you're falling.

But you don't have time to process why or how before it ends. Your wet body bounces against something soft and springy. You throw your head back. Your dresser, your bedside table — Kev tossed you onto your bed?

He snorts from somewhere out of sight. His breaths have a drumming heave to them, like someone who's just run a marathon. Or sprinted two dozen steps from the bathroom. “Just… just for that… you're gonna get it…"

You wobble your head, trying to shake away the daze. “Get… what?"

Kev's bluish-black tail — still dripping wet — sways overhead. It wiggles past you, fading to sandy-grey as it joins with his backside. His rump comes to a stop perched above your face. His claws clench down around his cheeks, indenting the hide as he pulls them apart, revealing the soft pink of his asshole. Shower water rolls around his rim, still warm as it dribbles onto your face.

“Nice butt," you say. “Want me to fuck it?"

Kev exhales, a sharp rasp to his voice. “Good one." He flicks his meaty tail high in the air, granting you an unobstructed view of his wrinkled pucker. It twitches as his hole distends, widening as he spreads his cheeks further apart. “Think you can handle a real ass, mammal?"

“Nice of you to present it to your biological superior." You swing your arm out, striking his fat butt with a gratifyingly wet smack.

“Superior? Hah." There's a churning growl to his words. “Big talk for someone whose face is about to be reduced to a heat rock." He slowly descends, his juicy rump engulfing your vision as it inches closer and closer.

But then it stops, a mere whisker away from your nose.

“Oh, and let me know if it becomes too much," Kev says, his growl disappearing. “Like, tap my legs or something."

“How about I yank your tail?"

“Oh, that works. Just do that if you need to breathe." Kev's pleasantness ends just as abruptly with a coarse snarl, slurring together with his words. “If you're a little bitch, that is."

This stupid lizard is about to get a reminder about the indomitable nature of the human spirit.

It never falters—

You slam your hands around the inner curve of his cheeks, gripping hard and spreading his hole even wider.

—no matter what.

“Do your worst, reptile!"