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Dragons, Heroes and Bellies

It's been years at this point. Even after so much time had passed, the famous purple dragon, or at least a formal famous purple dragon, enjoyed imagining his adventures. Soaring through the sky, protecting others from bad guys and their evil masterminds. Don't get him wrong; he was relieved that the dragon lands had been saved and he no longer had to worry about anything. Their eggs were not stolen, nor were the adults turned into crystals anymore.

Still, Spyro missed the time he spent exploring all of the land, saving everyone he could, and, most importantly, receiving praise for his efforts. As time passed, he began to do less and less. At least for the act of going out, flying around, and saving lives. He kept up the painting hobby he had picked up during his travels. He actually got pretty good at it. But there was something else he became quite good at, which was eating..

The dragon wasn't sure what it was; perhaps he just kept eating the same way he always did, but the lack of consistent exercise caused him to gain weight. Then he became embarrassed by his new appearance and retreated to his home, drawing and eating as usual. Eating had become somewhat of a source of comfort for him. Now he no longer wanted to look in the mirror.

Nothing remained of his former glory, not his heroic acts, not his fans; he had cut off contact with his friends a long time before. Not even his appearance, as a very overweight purple dragon at this point. Given how long dragons can live, he was well past puberty and young adulthood. The only last hope he could think of was the actual growth spurt that was still waiting for him, which would propel him to the size of all the other adult dragons in the area. Maybe then his weight would return to normal.

Worry, stress, and self-doubt. All of this gnawed at his mind. He decided to do something he hadn't done in ages. Going out to tease sheep. He enjoyed doing this when he was a big hero. Running around, flying around, and simply lighting the wool of the sheep on fire. It dissolved in seconds, didn't hurt them, and regrows in a few days. Still, there was something liberating about doing that.

'Was' was the key word here. He was breathing heavily from even attempting to reach the sheep in time, without them speeding away before he could get close to them. It's been a long time since he used his fire. All this decision did was make him realise how much of a failure he was compared to his younger self.

Deflated, he was about to make his way home. Slowly, and probably not flying either. His wings were already hurting, primarily from trying to carry his massive weight for the last few minutes of unsuccessful hunting. Nothing less, he caught a glimpse of something out the corner of his eye. It was a small glimmer.

As he turned to look for the source of the reflected light, he didn't take long to figure out where it was coming from. Someone sat under a single tree in this simple meadow. He held a notebook in his hand and was writing in it with a metallic coloured pen. The movement of the pen caused the sunlight to shine directly into Spyros' direction every now and then, resulting in the shining glimmer he had just seen.

He hadn't seen any humans in a while, and none of them resembled the person under the tree. He wasn't sure how old the man was, but his full beard and larger size suggested he was well past his twenties, possibly in his thirties.

He continued to watch him, seeing him stop writing every now and then, think for a moment, and then either continue writing or cross out what he had just written. The dragon's curiosity piqued. If anything kept him from losing his mind in the last few years, it was his art. Seeing someone perform art in public encouraged him to consider walking up.

Even after deciding that he needed a little time to truly convince himself. Unlike his braggy, cocky younger self. He probably wouldn't have thought twice back then. With a shake of his body and wings, he approached the men, attempting to calm his nerves. It took him a while to get to the location, mainly because he freaked out a few times and it was further away than it seemed.

Once he got close enough, he needed another moment to gather his courage to speak up. "Hey there, what are you writing?" His own voice sounded strange, reminding Spyro how long it had been since he heard his own voice.

The man twitched, not expecting anyone to speak to him; The sudden voice startled him. He turned around and looked at the dragon, which caused him to pause for a moment more. He had a slight surprise on his face. Perhaps Spyro was imagining things, but the man finally smiled softly. "Just brainstorming some ideas for a short story or the book I'm writing."

Spyro liked the gentle smile he saw, and the voice was warm and welcoming as well. It helped him to relax and take the edge off his nervousness. He took a slow step closer to the man, who didn't seem to notice.

"Are you doing that outside? Wouldn't it be less distracting somewhere quieter?" He never tried drawing outside, despite seeing many others do so all the time. He preferred his privacy in his room to the chaos outside.

"Maybe, but if I stay inside all the time, it feels like the ceiling is going to fall on my head. Sometimes I need some fresh air to clear my mind. I think I spend enough time inside as it is." The man smiled again, letting out a soft chuckle as he rubbed his belly.

Perhaps this was one of the reasons Spyro became interested in this human. He was quiet on the heavier side. Probably the heaviest man he's ever seen. Not obese, but rather chubby and soft-looking.

"Any progress with the brain storming?" Spyro took a step closer again, so much that he could sit down on his hindquarters and close enough to look at each other from a safe distance without having to talk loudly.

"It's going. I like a few of my ideas. However, the majority of them are garbage." The man did not appear to be discouraged by this, as he smiled and looked at his notebook. "Not everything can be perfect immediately. Even thoughts that appear meaningless at first can spark ideas that lead to something later." He took another pause before turning back to face the dragon. "So, any reason why you approached me?"

This took the dragon by surprise. He hadn't expected that kind of question at all. "Eh… I just saw you sitting here, writing. It made me curious. I've never tried writing myself. Just painting."

"Oh, so you're an artist yourself. I suppose that makes sense. I'd have probably approached someone painting under a tree as well. I'm Trevor, by the way. Most people call me Trey." He extended his hand for a handshake.

The dragon looked at it for a while. "Spyro, nice to meet you." He reached out with his front leg to shake his hand. Even if it felt slightly awkward.

The man opened up his eyes slightly wider for a brief moment, but not long enough for the dragon to notice. "Nice to meet you, Spyro. So, what brought you here. You don't appear to have any art supplies with you."

"I don't paint outside. I prefer being alone in my home. As for why I am here." Spyro had to pause for a moment to come up with something that did not sound as ridiculous as bullying sheep. "I was reliving some childhood memories of mine."

“Childhood? You looked quite young compared to an adult dragon. I rarely see one of them around and they are quite big." Trey pauses for a moment before continuing. "I'm sorry if I was rude. It's just that I've never really had the opportunity to speak with a dragon before. I have no idea of your customs. I've always wanted to research it so that I could use it in my writing. But I never got to it."

The dragon shakes his head. "No, it's fine. Dragons age differently than most others. Technically, I am an adult dragon, but the growth spurt that causes me to grow has not yet taken place. Which happens at a different time for each dragon."

The man paid attention, actually opening his notebook and scribbling something down. Spyro took the opportunity to look into it and read a few words. Some stand out more than others. "I'm sorry, I just got an idea from that. But I hope you won't mind if I ask. Wouldn't that make things more complicated? If everyone's growth spurt occurs at a different time, wouldn't that mean that some people look like adult dragons while others still look like children?"

Spyro thought about it for a moment. "I suppose it does, but it is so normal for me that I don't think it's unusual. It simply means that you cannot judge someone based solely on their appearance."

Trevor scribbled something else in his notebook, which piqued the dragon's interest once more. His gaze became fixated on a sentence he had only seen briefly before.

"I suppose that could be helpful. It means you don't ignore someone's advice just because he looks younger than you." Trevor was tipping the pen against his lips while thinking about something, as if he was about to grasp something significant.

Spyro observed the man, thinking that the expression on his face was quite interesting. He hadn't seen anyone do that before. Finally, he wrote a few more words before closing his notebook again. “Sorry about that. I didn't want to forget that thought; it seemed like a fascinating idea, so I wanted to make sure I wrote it down."

"What was it about?" The dragon was intrigued, especially since he still had to consider the other things he read while catching a glimpse of it while Trey was writing things down.

"Well, I thought it would be interesting to write about that topic. To beings of different origins attempting to understand one another and the obstacles they must overcome in order to do so successfully. Maybe I should do some research on dragons and their society after all." The man was lost in thought again.

Spyro could see the gears turning inside the man's head. And it appears he had the habit of tapping the pen against his lips as he did so.

"I could help you with that." The dragon was taken aback when he heard those words, and even more so when he realised who said them.

Trevor was pulled out of his thoughts and looked up at Spyro. "Would you do that? I don't think it would be interesting to be bombarded with questions and have to explain things that are commonplace for you."

Hearing it this way, the Dragon couldn't help but agree. Sitting and answering questions didn't seem like a fun activity. But something about that thought was not as uninteresting as he had expected. "I believe it would be more helpful for you, though. You get answers to the specific questions you're looking for without having to do any research to find the right place to get them."

"True, but it seems unfair to bother you with something like that and not return the favour in any way. Is there anything I could help you with?"

He was slightly taken aback when he heard that. Even if he wanted to say everything was fine, there was one thought in his mind that kept getting louder. Mostly in combination with the sentence he read in the notebook without Trey's knowledge. "Well, I'd like some help with my paintings. I usually draw from memory, what I see outside my window, or from art and photo books. But there are some things that are difficult for me to grasp. Maybe you can help."

"So you need some help coming up with new ideas for your paintings? I could try to help you with that, even if I'm not sure how much I can offer."

Spyro shakes his head. "I'm sure you're aware of how easy it is to become stuck in your own mindset. Having someone who is not part of that helps a lot already."

The man appears to be thinking for a moment. "That's true. You can get caught up in your own little world and miss out on so many interesting things that are happening outside of it." He smiled at the dragon. "This seems like a good deal to me. When is the next time you are free for that?"

Spyro looks up to the sky. It was still pretty early. "Right now, if that is okay with you. I don't have any other plans for the day, and it's still early."

Surprised Trevor looked at his watch. It was still morning, and he hadn't made any plans for the day other than eating. "Fine with me. Do you want to go somewhere specific? I can bring my notebook anywhere, but you said you don't draw outside."

"Sure, at my house, if you don't mind. It is close by, only a short walk."

Trey took a moment to respond, but he eventually smiled in that warm welcoming smile that Spyro had seen when their eyes first met. "That sounds good to me. To a creatively fulfilling partnership." The man extended his hand again, waiting for a shake on their new little deal. Spyro did not hesitate this time, responding to the shock immediately.

"To a good partnership."

Trevor stood up from the ground after a short stretch that caused some of his joints to pop. He gave a small groan as he shook his legs. "I think I'm getting too old for sitting on the ground like that." Although those words were intended for himself, they managed to make the dragon smile. "Lead the way, Spyro."

The dragon stood up as well, shaking himself as he began walking, with Trevor by his side. All the dragon could think about was how long it had been since he had invited anyone into his home. And Trevor was much taller than he expected given the sitting position he found him in.

It didn't take them long to get to Spyro's home. Even so, the dragon was relieved to be home again. He felt like he was about to run out of breath after just a short walk. His stamina no longer existed.

The man was looking around the dragon's home. It was much more ornate and whimsical. Nothing he had expected to see. However, it felt comfortable and inviting. Pillows and comfortable seating are available throughout the place. There are plenty of books and other things to keep your mind occupied with.

"Your place looks nice." he finally complimented,

"It is nothing special and I probably should clean up a bit soon." Spyro can't remember when he last cared about cleaning up. Trevor didn't seem to mind as he walked around for a while, his gaze wandering everywhere. He was already full of ideas from everything he saw. But there was one thing he was especially curious about.

"Where are your paint supplies? I do not see them around."

The purple dragon should not have been surprised by the question. After all, that was the main reason he invited the man to his home, or at least it appeared to be. There was really no reason to hide that. "Follow me."

With that, he led the man deeper into his home, ending up in a completely different room. It was well ventilated and had shelves stocked with canvases. In the centre was a canvas stand holding a relatively empty painting. So far, it appeared that only the base colours had been added.

"Wow, Spyro. There are many canvases; are they all finished paintings?"

"Not all; that shelf contains the empty and unused ones. I like to coat them in white first and let them dry. It offers a more practical foundation to work with." The dragon pointed to a single shelf in the room. It was probably the tallest of them all.

"Are all the others finished paintings? That's a lot!" Trey counted by looking along the walls. "That is about seven shelves full of them. Have you shown them to anyone before?"

"No. I usually just draw for myself."

“Wow, this is just, Wow. Why didn't you show them to anyone?"

The dragon was surprised by how impressed the man was with his work. He never saw it as important. Just something to pass the time with. "They're nothing special. Just random thoughts, objects, and strange patterns that seemed appealing when I drew them. Most of those paintings, I can't remember what's on them anymore."

Trevor looked at Spyro. The dragon could see respect in his eyes, but also a hint of anger. "Do not undersell yourself. I understand how easy it is to minimise the value of your own work. I could not have done this. This requires years and years of dedication. There is no way they aren't special."

The purple dragon realised where the hint of anger was coming from. He was not angry at him; he was angry at his attitude towards his own work.

"Besides, if your work was not worth anything, why would you ask me to help you with motives?"

Spyro didn't think about it. Of course, Trevor would be perplexed by this, or he might gradually realise it was all just a way to get to know the man better. Spyro had a gut feeling that he wanted to spend time with the writer. And it was not the usual hunger he felt.

"Well ehm you see.." The dragon could not find the right words. Something he had never struggled with in the past.

He was so focused on figuring out how to solve this minor problem that he didn't notice Trevor stepping closer and squatting down in front of him, allowing them to look into each other's eyes more easily. Spyro doesn't have to constantly look up. "You don't need my help finding a motive. You already have one in mind." The purple dragon froze; was he that easy to read? "Judging by your reaction, I think I hit the nail on the head. It was mostly a guess because it isn't that different for me. I already know the questions I want to ask and the story I want to write."

That prompted Spyro to look directly into the man's eyes, who was genuinely smiling. There is no discontent, no anger. Trevor seems to have understood him better than the dragon could have imagined.

Trevor continued to squat in the same spot as silence grew between them. Both of them are looking into each other's eyes. The man broke the silence first again. "So, what was your motive? If you let me know, I'll do my best to help. I promise to be honest with you as long as you are honest with me. That's all I can hope for."

Spyro was hesitant as he tried to figure out how to express his thoughts. It had been a long time since he had interacted with anyone on a deeper level than greetings and goodbyes. He still wanted it to work.

"Would you.. I mean.. Is it okay if I paint you?" The purple dragon was even too shy to look into the man's face when he was asking him that.

"Do you want to draw me? Wouldn't there be plenty of other models that look better than me to choose from?" Trey genuinely asked the question, and Spyro could hear it in his voice. He didn't detect any displeasure in his speech either.

He finally managed to look up and into Trevor's face; nothing on his face indicated that he was offended or upset by the request. He even had a soft, gentle smile on his lips. It gave the dragon the courage to continue with his words.

He shook his head slowly as he repeated his request. "I have never seen a human like you before. Like with the same body physique, it made me want to draw it."

A brief period of silence fell over both, but Spyro could tell Trey was carefully considering his options.

"I suppose that makes sense. I've never drawn anything, but I imagine it's similar to having a thought that won't go away until you write it down. Is there anything I need to do?"

Spyros' heart rate increased as he got closer to his goal. And the question he just received was ideal for continuing; all he needed was some courage. If he wanted his younger, carefree, bratty courage to resurface, now was the time.

"Well you know.." He swallowed hard, hoping to say it correctly and not squander this opportunity. "Would it be okay for you to be naked? I can see your body's details better. Like the muscles stretch, your curves align. It would be extremely beneficial to future paintings and drawing bodies like yours." He did it. He mentioned it. Now he could only hope for good luck. And not to reveal how much he desired to see the man naked for more personal reasons.

Trevor began to think again. This time, he took slightly longer than before. "I read that nude drawings can be extremely beneficial to artists. Art schools always have classes for that. It makes sense." Spyro's heart was racing out of his chest as he waited in anticipation. “Sure, why not. You said your paintings are just for yourself. So I'm not concerned that anyone will ever see it. It would help you out, and saying no would feel a little hypocritical. After all, I've been seeing you naked since we met."

The dragon felt as if he had to swallow hard to keep his heart in place. He couldn't believe Trevor agreed to his request. When he heard the man's final words, he flushed slightly. He had never given it much thought, but now he was painfully aware that he was naked in front of the man.

"Any position you want me in?" That question jolted Spyro back into consciousness, and he looked up at Trey.

He shook his head slowly. "No, any that would be comfortable for you." Spyro looked around his art room; there wasn't much here other than shelves of used and empty canvases and his canvas stand. "We can get some pillows from the living room if you don't want to stand. It will take a while, and you must remain still."

Trevor nodded immediately. "Yeah, that probably would be smart."

With that, both return to the living room and grab a couple of pillows and blankets. It didn't take too long to create a cosy little corner to relax in. Trevor smiled as he looked at the finished spot. "It should work. So you want me to be still and not move at all?"

The dragon nodded. "Yes, as much as possible, please. If something makes you uncomfortable, let me know and we'll figure something out."

Spyros' heart was racing again; getting this spot ready had helped him relax a little, but there was only one thing left to do, and the anticipation was killing him.

He walked slowly to his canvas stand, the canvas already set up, and he could already decide on some colours to add to his palette, primarily the colours of the pillows they chose and the background wall. All in an attempt to calm his nerves. He twitched as he heard the sound of clothes moving; He wasn't even looking and could feel a flush rush up his cheeks.

Finally, he looked up and saw Trevor pull the shirt over his head and place it to the side. The dragon could only swallow; he looked so good. His belly and chest, the love handles. It was such a pleasant sight. It was ironic how much he disliked his own appearance but loved seeing Trey.

After slipping out of his shoes, the man opened his pants and Spyro had to hold away any sounds. Seeing those pants slipping over that butt down the thighs and to the ground. Trevor even pulled down his underwear and pants at the same time. After putting his clothes in a safe place, the man looked at the spot with all the pillows and thought for a while. He hadn't turned around yet, and Spyro hadn't gotten a good look at his front since he was completely naked. The dragon felt like he was dying of embarrassment while also desperately wanting to see it.

"Any advice for this position. I can't think of anything that wouldn't be uncomfortable after a while."

"Ehh.." Spyro didn't expect a question at that moment because his mind was preoccupied with something else. "Oh, yeah. Try to support your back and neck so you don't have to constantly hold it up. Avoid leaning on something that will become uncomfortable after a while." As much as the question surprised the dragon, he was glad it took his mind off what was right in front of him.

"Got'cha." The man began working, arranging the various pillows in a pattern and attempting to lay on it; it took a few more tries before he found a comfortable position. Spryo, in the meantime, tried to get everything else ready, relieved that his mind had been distracted from his desire for a short time.

"I think this will work." Hearing those words, Spyro turned around and stared at the man, freezing for a moment. There were pillows behind his beach and a neck beneath his shoulders. One of his legs was lying on the side, the other was pulled up and placed on the bottom of his foot. His legs spread apart in such a way that nothing of his member was hidden. Trevor made himself an armchair on the ground. Complete view of his chest and soft belly. He could even see some of his soft, round butt in that position. Spyro was speechless. Everything looked so perfect together. The perfect balance of fat and muscle. Aside from the hair and the full beard, the skin was smooth. It was slightly pale, indicating that he spent more time writing inside than outside.

"What do you think?"

The purple dragon swallowed hard and nodded slowly. "That seems good."

"Great, so now I just sit here and wait?" Trevor looked to Spyro for an answer.

"Well at least until I have all the parts I need on the canvas to do the rest even without you being in this position."

"I see, you want silence as well?"

Another question that Spyro never considered. He usually drew silently, with only the sound of his brush hitting the palette or canvas in the room. But asking for silence seemed impolite to him. "We can talk."

The man smiled and Spyro couldn't deny how much he liked seeing that. "Good, I think I would have fallen asleep if I had to stay silent. Those pillows are really nice, by the way."

"Thanks." That was all Spyro said as he positioned himself in front of his canvas, ensuring that he had a clear view of Trevor. His tail wrapped around the palette in the usual way. After years of painting almost every day, muscle memory gradually took over. Trevor watched in fascination as the dragon began to settle into his routine. His face began to change as he focused on the task. It was a pleasant thing to witness.

It did not take long before the purple dragon began drawing. Even though Trevor wanted to talk, watching the dragon work was just too fascinating right now. He has always enjoyed watching others, and it is one of his favourite things to do when looking for inspiration. Just watching the dragon confidently move the brush. It was truly a unique sight.

Every time the dragon looked at him, he could feel Spyros' eyes on his body, taking in everything, even the smallest details. The longer he watched him stare at him, the more naked he felt, which was an odd thought. He could feel his own heart beating faster. He felt exposed in ways he never expected. It was both embarrassing and refreshing in an unusual way.

Trevor felt the heat rise to his face first, but then his blood rushed elsewhere. He tried to think of something, and considered starting a conversation about it. But seeing Spyro so focused would have made him feel bad about pulling him out of it. So, with each glance or longer look at him, he became increasingly aware of the impact it had on his body.

It didn't take long for him to notice his member twitch slightly and grow at a slow pace. With one last hope, he attempted to focus on something else in the room. But there wasn't much to look at; just shelves upon shelves of canvases. So he returned his attention to the dragon, this time tracing his body.

Which was a bad idea because he could feel himself becoming even more aroused. Watching the dragon's big chubby body move, every time he lifted the brush to the palette and back to the canvas, Spyro's belly jiggled slightly. The man noticed Spyro staring at him for longer and longer periods of time, and the time he spent actually moving his brush became shorter with each passing time. He felt the dragon's eyes drawn to his erect manhood. Which only made his member throb faster.

Trevor tried to ignore it until he noticed something, making it impossible for him to relax for the remainder of their drawing session.

Spyro, on the other hand, was consumed by desire at this point. For quite some time, he hasn't touched the painting. His thoughts were concentrated on the member throbbing between the man's legs. He wanted to get as close as possible. He wanted to smell it, feel the heat, touch and taste it. Those desires are growing stronger.

"Spyro, I'm sorry but…"

The man was cut short by the dragon. "It's fine. It happens, and it will go down at some point." He didn't want it to end; he wanted to enjoy the throbbing cock for as long as possible. Look at the man's beautiful, chubby body.

"No, I mean." Trey couldn't think of a nice way to say it, so he said it directly. "You are rock hard, I think you are leaking even on the ground."

The purple dragon was so focused on Trevor that he forgot everything else around him, including himself. He looked down at his side and noticed his member. It was extremely hard, pressing against his own large belly from underneath. He can now feel the warm pre clinging to the scales on his belly. His cheeks flushed intensely. He wanted to hide it and apologise as he returned his focus to the man.

Trevor's eyes were the first thing Spyro noticed, as he looked directly at his dragon member. There's nothing else. The second thing he noticed was how quickly the man's chest moved. He saw Trey's member throbbing more intensely at one point. Was it when he noticed Spyro's erection?

Before the purple dragon knew it, he let go of the palette and brush. He stepped past his own canvas stand and approached the man. They both looked into each other's eyes. Desire shines through in both of them. He walked closer and closer, not knowing where his confidence came from. He only stopped when he was within reach of Trevor.

"Are we done?" The man only asked between deep breaths.

"No." That was all he got in response as Spyro almost jumped into Trevor's arms. He wrapped them around the dragon instinctively, saying nothing as their lips met for the first time, kissing each other with a hunger they had no idea they possessed.

It was awkward for a few moments as they tried to figure out how to make it work, but once they got the hang of it, the kiss became increasingly intense. Smacking lips were the only sound in the room. Spyros member was pressing eagerly against Trevor's belly, and he could feel the man's cock throbbing against him in return.

The kiss broke slowly because neither of them wanted it to end. They look into each other's eyes, full of lust and appreciation. Spyro can't help but shiver as he feels the man's hands running down his body, fondling his chubby sides and playing with his curves and fat folds.

"God, I wanted to touch you so badly. You are so hot, Spyro." These words made the dragon's heart race. But, as much as his body desired this type of affection, his mind was not easily convinced.

"I'm not that good looking." He said this in a soft voice. His eyes closed and his wings shivered as the man continued to run his hands over him.

"You're the hottest dragon I've ever seen. I adore how full and plump your body is. It feels so soft and warm, especially with those smooth scales. It is simply amazing."

The purple dragon looked into Trevor's eyes. There was no hint of deception or even a white lie on his face. Spyro understood he was telling the truth. Despite all of this evidence, there was still the nagging suspicion that the man was only saying it to make him feel good.

As much as Spyros mind wanted to deny the words, his body couldn't deny the actions. The hands felt great on him. They were so gentle and loving. He can't remember ever having someone touch him like that in his life. He can't help but moan and quiver with the sensation. All he could do was lean in and kiss and nibble on Trey's neck. The man played with his body, eliciting small whimpers and moans.

But none of that compared to the sensation of those fingers wrapping around his hot, throbbing member. He arched his back in surprise, not expecting it to feel so intense.

"You're so sensitive, Spyro. Just touching your member makes it throb and leak like crazy."

Shivers raced up and down the dragon's spine. Every gentle rub on his tip made his hind legs shiver."Please… don't tease me…"

"I do not want to tease you. It looks so cute and feels so good." Trevor returned to kissing and nibbling on Spyros' neck, making him whimper even more. The moment that hand started to stroke along his whole member it was too much for him. His mouth opened, his tongue rolled out of his muzzle, and his eyes moved to the back of his head. It was too good not to lose himself in the sensation.

"You are shivering, are you okay Spyro?" The concerned voice was enough to break him out of his trance of bliss.

He nods gently. "Yeah…I'm fine." He swallows, realising how hard he was breathing. "Don't stop.. Please."

Trevor did exactly that, smiling warmly. He kept stroking along the dragon's member, using his pre to coat it the whole way and making his job easier. Spyros' tail began lashing back and forth behind him. His hind legs shivered more and more. He was getting closer. He didn't want it to end yet, and he didn't want Trey to stop either. Finally, he let himself completely fall into the man's embrace. His body served only as a conduit to connect him so closely to Trevor. His neck leaned back, and he let out longer and louder moans. He did not even realise he was doing it.

Spyro jolted when he felt a soft nibble along his throat. It was one of the most vulnerable parts of a dragon's body, along with its belly and crotch. He didn't even notice when he presented it to the man, a sign of complete and utter trust. He didn't have much time to think about it, though, because his orgasm hit him hard.

He moaned louder than ever before as his cock began to pulsate, releasing his hot cum into the air. Squirt after squirt of semen landed on him and Trevor's bodies. The man didn't pause to gently stroke the dragon's cock or nibble his throat. The pleasure was so intense that Spyro swore he went blind for a brief moment. The purple dragon had never experienced anything like it.

He had lost all sense of time and had no idea how long he had been cumming; all he knew was that it had to be long. His afterglow was intense while he lay in Trevor's embrace. His hand shifted from his still-pulsing cock to his belly, gently rubbing it and making the dragon shiver once more. "You really needed that, didn't you? And damn, your moans are cute."

Despite being completely exhausted, Spyro managed to express a point. "I'm not cu.." Well, he tried to say something before being interrupted by another kiss. This one was as deep as the first, but it felt more motivated by affection and genuine care rather than lust. Spyro cannot help but melt into it. His entire body tingled from the intense orgasm. The feel of Trevors hands and naked body against his was making him feel fuzzy and warm in his chest.

The kiss ended at some point, but it remained silent for a while longer. The man never stopped affectionately rubbing the purple dragon's belly, chest, and soft sides. Even giving him little kisses on the neck now and then. He could not believe how fortunate he was. This warm, welcoming feeling has been missing from his life for a long time.

He moved around a little to get closer to Trevor as he felt something poking his stomach. Noticing and realising that the man was still painfully hard. He took such good care of him that Spyro almost forgot to respond in kind.

"You want me to help you with that?" Spyro asked, nuzzling into Trey's chest. His arms wrapped around the dragon's body, running along his back, making small scratches at the base of his wings or gently fondling his soft sides.

"Only if you wish to. I'm pleased with how things are right now. Don't feel forced just because I helped you out."

Spyro looked up at the man's face, only to be greeted by that warm, soft smile he had seen so many times by now. He could not believe his ears. Spyro was certain that if their roles had been reversed, he would not have had the same willpower to let his partner make the decision in this situation.

He felt the warmth spread through his chest, biting his lower lip slightly as he began to kiss his way down the man's body, taking in every tiny bit of him. His skin was very smooth and soft. It felt incredible to kiss it or simply nuzzle into it. The small grunts and moans he received as a reward only encouraged him to continue.

When he reached Trey's belly, he had to force himself to move forward. It just felt so good against his face, unlike any pillow he'd ever had. But with enough willpower, he eventually moved past that divine belly, boobing the tip of the man's cock with his nose. Spyro went cross-eyed for a moment, checking to see if there was a pre on the top of his snout. But as soon as the smell hit him, he forgot all about it. It was amazing. So sweet and earthy, but more floral than musky. He loved it.

Before he could doubt himself, he opened his mouth and took the tip into his muzzles. It tasted even better. His tongue ran along the tip, removing all of the pre that had already collected. He can feel Trey's hands rubbing his head gently. "Ohh Spyro that feels good."

The dragon was filled with pride and joy as he took more of that cock inside his muzzle, eventually pressing his snout into Trevor's crotch chub. The scent was the strongest there, and the purple dragon's eyes fluttered. It only took a second for his desire and instincts to kick in, causing him to suck and lick that cock while bobbing his head.

Trevor's moans and huffs only encouraged him. Aside from wanting more of that delicious flavour. He could feel the cock inside his mouth throbbing faster, becoming harder, and leaking more with each passing moment. The hands on his head were shivering. The legs besides his face joined the hands.

“Getting close…"

Hearing those words only fueled the dragon's desire to taste that cum. He can feel the man's thick thighs shiver violently, accompanied by a loud grunt. He was certain it was time. Soon after, he felt the hot cum on his tongue. The flavour made his taste buds dance. He wanted every last drop, sucking eagerly like a thirsty traveller discovering water for the first time in days. Even after the cum stopped filling his mouth, he kept going, wanting more.

Only a gentle tap on his head jolted him out of his desire, forcing him to look up at the man. He was twitching and shivering from the sensation of his now oversensitive cock being pleased like that. “Please stop, not sure how much I can take from that."

Spyro, slightly hesitant, let the member slip out of his mouth with a loud slurp. He licked his lips and looked up at the man. Both of them looked deeply into the other's eyes. Recognising that they will not be able to continue with the painting.

Soon after, they found themselves in Spyro's nest, which resembled a bed made of pillows. They were holding each other and not saying anything. Spyro snuggled close to Trevor's side, while Trevor wrapped his arm around the purple dragon, gently running his fingers along Spyros' back in the circle.

Both of them relished the warm silence that enveloped them, simply bathing in each other's embrace. Unfortunately, everything must come to an end, and Trevor was the culprit this time.

"You recognised something in my notebook earlier, didn't you?"

The question lingers in the room, making Spyro uncomfortable. He pressed his face against the side of Trey's chest, as if he could hide himself there. But he knew better, and eventually he nodded. Moving his head on top of Trevor's chest, he looks at him with his chin resting on top of him.

"Yeah. I noticed two names that are significant to me."

"I could guess that, looking at your books here."

Spyro turned his head slightly. He could see what Trevor was looking at without moving too far away from him. A collection of his favourite books sat on the closest shelf. Reading and painting were the two things that kept him from losing his mind completely throughout this time. One author and book series stood out in his collection. Book after book by the same author occupied at least one-third of the shelf. The biggest part was a series of some kind called 'Fire and Sword'.

He wasn't sure what to say or explain, so he took the direct approach. "Are you Tracy Sharp? I noticed the names of the main characters in 'Fire and Sword' appearing in your notes several times.

The man let out a warm chuckle, pulling the dragon closer to him. "Yeah. I'm Tracey Sharp, even if it's just a pen name for my erotic novels."

Both of them become silent again. They didn't say anything for a while. Until the man broke the silence once again.

"It is kind of funny."

"Hmm?"

"I meet my hero and then find out he is one of the biggest fans of mine."

Spyro froze for a moment as thoughts raced through his mind. "You recognised me?"

"I was not completely sure when I saw you, but once you said your name, yeah I recognised you."

Spyro went silent again, unsure how to react. Both tried to get closer to each other for personal reasons. The dragon couldn't be mad because he did the exact same thing. But one word remained stuck in his head. "Hero?"

"Oh, I suppose that doesn't make much sense without telling you more. I grew up hearing your stories. Spyro the Dragon Hero's legends of saving the dragon lands continue to be told. I loved them. I believe they inspired me to pursue a career as an author. He pauses for a moment, drawing circles on the dragon's back. But it wasn't as easy as I had hoped. Book after book was a disaster, sales were terrible, and the company that had me under contract issued me an ultimatum. 'Fire and Sword' was my final attempt."

Spyro listened to everything the man had to say. Don't want to miss anything.

"When I got here, I started looking around and asking dragons about them and you. I hoped that meeting you would provide inspiration for my book. But with every dragon I asked, I was told that you are rarely seen, have isolated yourself from others, and have changed significantly. Everyone advised me not to meet you."

Spyro's heart began to beat when he heard that; it wasn't wrong, but hearing that others were describing him in this way struck him differently. "Instead, I leaned into it. I gathered as much information as I could about you without meeting you in person, and this is how the story of 'Fire and Sword' began. The out of luck knight and the chubby dragon who stopped enjoying life met and helped each other reach heights they never would have reached on their own. It became a success, preventing me from abandoning my dreams and earning enough money to live comfortably. So yes, you saved me on multiple levels."

Spyro did not know what to say. He read those books repeatedly. He lost track of how many times he imagined himself as the dragon in that story. Now that he knew he was inspired by him, so many of the things in the books have become more intense.

"Spyro.. You are poking my side."

Hearing that, the dragon blushes profusely. He wanted to disappear, avoiding being seen by moving his head against Trevor's side. But he didn't get the opportunity. A hand reached out and guided his head up, forcing him to look directly into the man's eyes. He smiled warmly, his eyes were filled with affection and adoration.

He leaned in, and they exchanged another sweet kiss. His chest filled with the warmth he had only felt with Trevor thus far. He could imagine himself becoming addicted to that feeling.

Trey smiled as the kiss broke. "I can't wait to do all the things that just went through your mind before poking me."

Spyro couldn't say anything but blush harder. He lacked the strength to say it aloud. But in his thoughts, he could only agree. He wanted to do those things with Trey, and many more after that.

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Spyro was pacing in front of his entrance door. He was growing restless as he waited. He only met Trey a few days ago, but already so much has changed. Just thinking about it made him smile.

He felt more confident again, not significantly, but enough to notice the difference. He was happy, smiling, and laughing while spending time with Trevor. Despite this, he continued to struggle with a variety of issues. The man never judged or berated him. He stood by his side and did everything he could to help him. Even if it meant simply listening and being patient with the dragon..

But right now, the purple dragon couldn't wait to hear the three knocks at his door. Knowing that Trevor was arriving.

The knocks echoed throughout the room, as if simply imagining them was enough. In seconds, Spyro opened the door. He saw the man he had been waiting for standing right there, smiling warmly and welcomingly.

"I hope I didn't make you wait too long?"

The dragon could only shake his head. He still had trouble leaving his house without feeling self-conscious about himself. At least if he were by himself. Trey was happy to help by picking him up instead.

Trey squatted in front of the dragon and softly kissed his lips. Even after so many kisses, Spyro still felt the warmth spread through his body and the welcome feeling of butterflies in his chest, regardless of how many times they kissed at this point.

"Are you ready to go for a walk, my hero?"

Spyro's lips curved into a confident smile as he nodded, giving Trey a soft nuzzle along the neck. "I am. Let's go."

Trevor turned around, Spyro by his side, and they left his house, closing the door behind them, beginning a new day in their shared adventure known as life.