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It's meant to be far below freezing this morning. Though as the warm light streaks in between the gaps in your blinds, it feels anything but. As your eyes flutter open, your first thought is just how well-rested you feel. It's rare you wake up this early—and on a weekend to boot—and feel you can actually get out of your blanketed prison.

Your second thought, however, is about just how hot you are. Your body is drenched in a fine layer of still-wet sweat. You might have overdone it with the blankets last night, but at least they protected you from the winter chill.

Your third thought was a question to yourself: why did you decide to place a weighted blanket on your head? It's hot and almost uncomfortably heavy. Though, at the very least, it's surprisingly soft, almost like textured velvet. If sweat wasn't coating every inch of your body, you might have remained in bed to enjoy the sensation of the oddly bumpy fabric against your cheek for a while longer.

In your morning grogginess, you reach your hand behind your head to push the blanket off, but it's stubborn. Strange. When did you purchase a velvety, weighted blanket almost too heavy to move? With a groan, you angle your hands behind your head, grip into the coarse scales on both sides of the blanket, and try to shove.

Still nothing.

Frustrated, you contort your upper body as if you're the world's most graceless gymnast, and put all your meagre early morning strength into one last heave. Though as you turn your head as part of the motion, you're entranced by a fiery-orange glare. Your heart leaps in your chest, but you start to breathe a sigh of relief when you realise that it's just Kev, your grumpy Komodo dragon roommate. You don't have a chance to finish that breath, however, as you jolt at the realisation that Kev is snuggled on top of you. Frowning at you. In your bed.

You both blink at each other in silence while your groggy mind pieces together what in the world happened last night. Your head isn't spinning, so you mustn't have been drunk. Maybe this wasn't Kev? Though his intensifying gaze—made more intimidating by his pitch-black, widening eye slits—all but confirms it is; only Kev could produce a grimace that daunting to take in. He really should work on that, but that's neither here nor there.

You shiver as his scaled tail taps against your bare chest, but your eyes shoot open as the sensation causes it all to come darting back. Of course! Kev snuck into your room last night. He was cold and tried to turn you into a heat rock or something equally stupid. Well, tried and succeeded, by the look of things.

You suppress a scoff and a smug smirk as you stare back at him. He's going to be so embarrassed about this now that he's had a moment of clarity, and oh boy, are you going to rub it in. He's desperately racking his tiny reptilian brain for a way to save face, but there's no way he's going to wiggle out of this humiliation. Hearing that gruff beast reduced to stammering an explanation is going to be a memory you'll never forget.

His maw trembles as his forked tongue flicks out. This is it; he's about to beg for your forgiveness. Grovel before your biological superior, you cold-blooded serf!

“What are you doing in my bed, dude?"

“W-what!?" You overestimated his intelligence—a foolish mistake. “This is my bed, you idiot!"

“Huh." Kev lifts his head off your cheek before turning it around, taking in the room. While your head is freed, his hands and feet tighten around you, and his claws glide over your skin as if you were nothing more than an oversized teddy bear to him.

“Right… makes sense. The bed felt a bit small."

No, no, no, he's wiggling out of this just by not giving a fuck! His smug tone causes a sudden loss of composure, and you try to swing a hand up to smack his stupid scaly face. Sadly, his toned arms still encircle your chest, locking your arms underneath his. You can offer only a fit of struggles in response. It's about the only thing you can do right now. That, and silently seethe in his 'embrace'.

Kev's tongue dances in your peripheral vision. A duo of coarse huffs next to your ear causes another series of twitches from you, before he says, “Room smells like you too."

“At least I don't need a fucking fake rock to not die from the cold!"

“I don't need a rock, buddy. I've got you." His claws clench as if trying to pinch your exposed skin.

“Alright, I'm going to book a hotel for the rest of the week. Oh, and I'm returning your dumb rock to the store. And I'm cancelling the heater repair, and—"

“Reeelax, dude. There's no need to be upset." His mouth rests against your ear as he speaks. You hear what you think to be his tongue rolling around inside his maw, as if taunting you or trying to suppress a laugh. Maybe both.

Before you can think of a calm and cool comeback, Kev asks, “Dude, why are you all wet? Did you piss yourself?"

“That's sweat, moron." The overwhelming desire to wring his neck takes precedence to the calm and cool comeback.

“Sweat, huh? So much for being 'biologically superior'. Keep that weird human shit to yourself."

Any remaining semblance of composure cracks. “I'm gonna turn you into a handbag, you fat fucking lizard!"

“Be careful with the threatssss…" His long tongue brushes against your collarbone, almost mockingly, before he adds, “you sweaty skinbag." His grip tightens, and his chest presses harder against your back. Half playfully and half threateningly, his pointy claws run in small circles over your sensitive skin.

Kev, of course, wants the exact opposite of you being careful. You're past the point of caring, however, and take the bait with gusto.

“And then I'm taking what's left of you and grilling it medium-rare! I'll put you in a burger with SALAD!"

At the mere mention of Kev's most-hated of burger filling, he moves. With agility unbecoming of his stocky form, his body leaves your back, only for it to twirl on top of you. His arms and legs also unshackle themselves, but only for a moment. In the next, his legs are straddled around your waist, pushing your back against the mattress, while his arms lurch for yours. You don't have time to react before they press down hard to pin your hands above your shoulders. His claws outstretch to add your shoulder joints to his grasp.

You're left speechless as your gaze meets the blazing orange embers of his eyes. They sharpen in a powerful stare down as he looks you over. His forked tongue hangs out of his maw while he bares his serrated teeth, the tips of which barely poke through his pink gums.

Does he really hate salad that much?

The realisation hits that you ought to be resisting, but Kev's position on your waist immobilises your entire lower body. Worse still, with your arms and shoulders pinned, the most you can offer are a few token jerks of your torso and a wave of your head.

A deep growl reverberates throughout the cramped bedroom and stills your struggles, directing your attention to his menacing visage. He tilts his body forward, bringing his head closer to yours. You can make out his upper lip twitching. He does a convincing job putting on an act; if you didn't know any better, you might have thought he's actually overcome with rage.

His head stops a few inches from your face. You tilt your head back to take in the burning of his eyes alongside his saliva-soaked maw. His tongue dances on your lower neck as he speaks.

“Want to say that again, mammal?"

Self-preservation be damned! This isn't a challenge you can lose—Kev would never let you hear the end of it.

“You heard me. I'll make you my burger, reptile!"

“Big words for someone within biting distance," Kev says, sneering down at you, inching his head ever closer. “Last night, you didn't let me correct you. My mouth isn't filled with bacteria. It's filled with venom…"

Kev's sneer widens as he spreads his jaws, presenting his slick teeth for better viewing. The fleshy walls obscure most of their length, but their saw-like edges peek through, dispelling any foolish doubt that his only option would be gumming you to death. As if part of his script, a large glob of drool oozes out the side of his maw and splats onto your upper chest. You glance down with a winch as you feel the Komodo slobber flow off the side of your chest and pool onto your bed.

“Gross. When was the last time you brushed your teeth, Kev?"

“Better start begging for forgiveness, pipsqueak." Kev doesn't slow his advancing jaws; he is irritatingly skilled at zoning out what he doesn't want to hear.

If you're going to become a Komodo chew toy, you at least want to get the last word in.

“You're smelly and ugly and heavy and grumpy. I hate you and hope you become colder than my corpse. Also, you have bad breath."

“Wrong answer."

“Do your worst." You flash a defiant grin. Your ancestors would be proud of your boldness while at the mercy of this reptilian menace.

Kev responds with a growl rivalling the sputtering of a rusty chainsaw. You don't dare look away from his fiery eyes as he inches forward. Soon, the tip of his snout bumps against your nose as he readies his killing strike.

“Chomp."

Spoken only. You don't even blink.

“That's your worst?"

“My worst to you," Kev says as he pulls away. “I couldn't bite my precious little heat rock now, could I? My little pogchamp?" His snarl turns to a sly smirk as he releases your hands. He sometimes surprises you with just how goofy and playful he can be.

When he's not threatening to envenom you.

It's only when the adrenaline starts to fizzle that you realise how heavy Kev is planted on top of your waist. You look at him expectedly, hoping he'll get the message, but he only returns your gaze with a goofy grin.

“Uh, Kev, what are you doing on top of me?"

“I'm straddling you, dude."

“Oh…" You pause. He doesn't elaborate. “Okay then…"

Perhaps he isn't done with this game of banter. Neither are you, to be fair; you still haven't one-upped him. Maybe you can milk the whole 'needing you for warmth' angle a little more?

“Oh wow, Kev…" You place your now-free palm against his rough forehead as you return his smirk. “You're pretty hot. How did that happen? Do you have a fever?"

“No, I've always been this attractive. Shame it took you this long to notice."

“But, damn Kev, you're getting a bit chonky." You reach a hand up under his chin to rub and scratch at the upper half of his long neck. You even pinch at some of the flabby, excess scaled hide hanging off of it. “Thick tail, thick gut, thick thighs… maybe it's time to cut back on the hamburgers?"

“No way, I've been working up to the 'effortlessly pinning you' level of bulk."

“Can't let your heat rock run away, huh?" The moisture on his heated upper chest—the overnight sweat from your back—sticks to you as your fingers glide along it. You hope this next one sticks. “You were working up to that even before the heater broke. Guess you accepted long ago that your survival depended on me."

“Oh, that's not it, dude." Kev leans back, adding further weight to your already restrained waist. “Always knew I'd need a quickie one day. Humans are slippery little buggers if you don't pin them to a bed."

“Maybe if you lost some weight, you'd be able to catch… huh?" You need a moment to process. Did Kev just… flirt with you? In his own strange, definitely-not-PC kind of way? His burning eyes lock with yours once more. You wait for the 'gotcha' or for him to crack a dumb smile, but nothing comes. Kev remains still, possibly gauging your reaction.

He eventually breaks the silence with a simple, teasing question. “Something wrong, buddy?"

“T-that's… that's sort of gay, Kev…"

“Dude, you're naked right now. That's kind of gay, too…"

“So is sleeping naked with another naked guy, you know," you say with an uncertain smile. “Especially just so you can cuddle him."

“Huh. Guess it is." Kev raises a hand to rub the underside of his chin with his claws. “What does that say about us, then?"

“More like what does it say about you? I'm not the one who snuck into my roommate's bed to cuddle him 'cause I was being a little bitch about the cold."

“Nice argument. One small issue." A wide, worrying grin suddenly forms on Kev's face, as if you just wandered into a cunning trap. “Well, one large issue…"

With that comment, Kev swivels and gyrates his spread legs backwards, grinding his heft off your waist and towards your upper thighs. The friction causes a spark to shoot up you—sudden pleasure, quickly followed by a surge of panic; Kev's immense bulk had distracted you from what he's sitting on top of. And with a few more twists—done slow and sensual, likely for dramatic effort—that large issue is revealed to the two of you.

Your fully erect dick, of course.

You stare at it, almost in shameful defeat—how is Kev always getting the upper hand here? It's also a minor miracle your cock's not as flat as a pancake after having to withstand a fat Komodo squishing it against your lower belly. But at least he called your dick 'large'; that was nice of him.

After giving you both a moment to take it in, Kevin proudly proclaims the issue: “You're hard as fuck, dude."

“Y-yeah, you know… morning wood and all." You break eye contact before giving a forced laugh.

“Weird. Thought I could feel you hardening up during all that. Sounds like you get some explaining to do—like which part got you best? The biting threat, right? You one of those weirdos into that? Oh, or maybe—"

“K-Kev! You're grinding all over my dick! Course I'm gonna get hard…"

You again try to play off your embarrassment and sudden arousal with another laugh. However, it turns from a chuckle into a sharp cough as Kev leans back. He angles his groin upwards to reveal his genital slit and the tips of a pair of deep-red hemipenes, clearly in the process of squeezing their way out.

Before you can find your voice, Kev brings his right hand to his emerging tips, squeezing his palm around it to smoosh the now-leaking dicks together. His larger claw extends out before bending back and pressing against his parted vent in the small gap beneath his cocks. As he wiggles his hips, a lewd squelch sounds, followed by a grunt as his finger slips in. As he pushes it in deeper, you can make out a trickle of clear fluid dribbling out, which splatters on top of your lower shaft.

Noting your stunned silence, Kev asks, “What's the matter, buddy? Getting straddled by a reptile turning you on?"

As he speaks, he starts to finger at his slit while the rest of his hand rubs and twists around the emerging hemipenes. You continue to watch as the tips throb and pulse while leaking a steady stream of thick pre onto your lower belly. Slowly, more and more of their length force their way out of his slit. Depending on how he angles them, the cum occasionally splatters against your own cock, which twitches from both the contact and from the fact that, yes, having a Komodo dragon grinding and playing with his dicks on top of you is a turn on.

Kev keeps the tease on by pressing his chest out as if stretching his back after a long snooze. You think you can even hear it pop as he groans in exaggerated satisfaction, before he turns his head back down to grin at you.

“That's pretty gay," Kev concludes. His forked tongue snakes out to taste the scent of arousal marinating in the room.

“Y-yeah, and so is getting a boner from seeing another guy's boner, but you don't hear me calling you out for it."

“Okay, alright… but would it still be gay if I did this?" Kev withdraws his slick finger from his vent before reaching his hand towards your lower stomach. You gasp as his claws run over your skin before grasping your cock and lifting it to join his two. Using his 'vent' finger, he squishes your dick between his larger hemipenes and then wraps his palm around the trio to frot your cock between his two.

You shiver from the sudden heat and fluid oozing onto your needy cock, and groan out as he clenches his palm to add extra pressure by sandwiching his cocks harder against yours. You can barely get your retort out as you break your gaze from the lewd display to stare into Kev's eyes.

“T-that's super gay…"

“Huh, really?" Kev says, as he squeezes the cock trio together and pumps his hand down the slickened length.

“We actually doing this?"

“Why not, dude? I've been too cold to jerk off for the past week." With his hand still in place around both of your cocks, Kev leans his body forward, coming to rest his torso flat on top of you. He keeps his head lifted above yours. “Thanks, by the way. You're a pretty high-quality heat rock."

You may as well go along with this; you're not big enough of a prude to say no to getting off with your roommate. “Want more heat?"

“Yeah, dude."

Without needing any further encouragement, you wrap your arms around Kev's scaly upper back and pull him in tighter against your chest. In the same motion, you lift your legs and lock them just underneath the base of his tail. Kev presses deeper into you in response. The only parts of him that remain separated from you are his head—still staring down at his 'little pogchamp'—and his waist, which maintains a gap between the two of you to allow his hand to reach in underneath and grind your shafts together. You curl your back and raise your butt off the bed to lift your cock closer to his warm underbelly.

“You owe me," you say, sighing contently.

“What do you think I'm doing? I'm getting you off as thanks, buddy."

“You're getting yourself off as well, so it doesn't count." You move your hug upwards along his neck, desperate to reach the top of his head to rub at it. “And you think a little handjob is enough?"

“I call this a cock sandwich, not a handjob." A soft rumbling churr sounds from the base of his throat, vibrating your upper chest. “But how about I show you a Komodo magic trick? I'll get us both off, hands-free."

With that comment, his hand releases the 'cock sandwich', and you almost groan in disappointment as your cock falls out from between his two hemipenes. However, you restrain yourself; his 'hands-free' offer has you intrigued.

Kev's hands squeeze against your back in tandem as they pull you up from the bed. His claws slide in underneath you and along your sweat-drenched back. They come to meet in the centre before passing each other and pulling you in, replicating your own embrace against his back. You tighten your grip around Kev in return and sigh in joy.

Fuck, he's probably warmer than you now.

“Dude…" Upon hearing Kev's now-gentle voice, you look up to see him tilt his chubby body to the right, giving you a view of what's going on behind his bulky form. “You watching, dude?"

His long, noodle-like tail raises high into the air and sways—almost seductively—from side to side, as if beckoning for your attention. Once satisfied that it has your gaze, the tail curls down to the right and disappears behind Kev. Your attention turns back to Kev, who gives you a smug wink—always such a tease.

You don't have to wait long, however, before you feel something thin, warm and smooth brush over your belly and under your cock. You tilt your head to look and see the tip of Kev's tail sliding out between the two of you. It then loops upwards and slithers in the other direction, lifting your cock up with it. A few moments later, you feel the familiar throbbing of his hemipenes as they press against your dick once more. More and more of Kev's tail squeezes underneath your cock, gradually thickening, before encircling the three dicks like a lasso. Your cock is again smooshed between the two of Kev's as the tail tightens around the three of them.

“A… a tail job?" you ask with an odd mix of excitement and doubt. Kev's tail is flexible, but is it that flexible?

As if sensing your hesitation, Kev flexes his tail, clenching the cocks together and eliciting a powerful pulse from the three of them. You groan in surprise and squeeze your limbs tighter around Kev's heated form. As if responding to the hug, he lowers his head onto your pillow, next to yours, and sighs against your ear.

“What's wrong, buddy? Wanna chicken out?" With another huff, Kev's tongue flicks out, but this time, he aims it for your face. It slides along your jaw and over your ear, leaving a trail of (hopefully bacteria-free) Komodo drool.

You release one arm from your hug to bring your hand to the top of his head. With your nails, you reward him with some affectionate head scratches and scrunches. “Not a chance…" You probably didn't need to say anything to confirm your approval, but Kev's always been a little slow.

You feel another powerful pump against your cock, and Kev's hemipenes become snugger around it. The warmth radiating from both his tail and cocks is incredible, and the sensation nearly becomes unbearable as you feel a wave of pulses rock his hemipenes. They almost work like a vibrator. One that's heated, surrounds both sides of your dick, and constantly leaks a stream of thick white precum onto your belly.

And to add to the sensory overload is Kev, panting and groaning right beside your ear. His throat—resting upon your upper chest—rumbles as if he's purring. Do reptiles purr? Regardless, whatever he's doing only urges you to respond with sighs and moans of your own and to squeeze his heavy body deeper into yours. A night leeching off your heat has turned him into a thermal blanket made of scales. An idle thought flashes through your mind that maybe you can use him as a heat rock now, but before you have the chance to say anything, Kev's gruff voice whispers into your ear.

“Fuuuuuck, dude… I so needed this…"

“How pent up are you, Kev?"

At your question, Kev's tail squishes your twitching cocks closer together, causing the both of you to moan against each other's ear. “You're about to find out…"

“But on my chest, man?"

“Come on dude, just let me have this…" His tongue strokes along your ear again.

“You better not disappoint."

“Dude, it's gonna be so fucking messy…" His hands press tighter into your back, reminding you he truly is doing this hands-free. “And knowing I'm coating my human heat rock is just gonna make it that much bigger."

Kev's tail continues to alter both its tightness and grip, and you feel the smooth hide of its underside slither along your shaft as if it's coiling around it like a snake. In time with its downward stroke, the tail clenches, working a grunt out of the both of you before loosening to return to the tips of your cocks.

A mighty squeeze, followed by a series of pulses from the hemipenes, causes you to moan out and shoot a fat glob of precum onto your lower chest. You glance over to Kev, who's now breathing heavily. He still keeps a single burnt-orange eye trained on you to observe your reactions as he masterfully commands his tail to give you the most unusual orgasm of your life. His piercing glare, which narrows as your groans become louder and more erratic, seems to only add to the warmness flowing through you. Despite his gentleness, it's clear to the both of you he's in control, and he's more than happy to flaunt that with another smirk and a smug glare.

“You close, dude?" Kev asks with another wave of his slobbery tongue.

“Yeah, man…"

“Well, lemme help you out, buddy…"

His tail continues to wrap around your length. The thinner sections near the tip withdraw as the thicker parts reach the 'cock sandwich'. You don't give it much thought until you suddenly feel something smooth and slender slide along your balls. The heat hits you. You try to lift your head to look, but another pump from his tail knocks you back against the pillow.

But you don't need to look to know what it is—it can only be Kev's tail tip.

With teasing slowness, the tail glides over your sack and down your taint. It presses into your sensitive skin with subdued strength, causing a shiver to shoot up your spine.

“Uh, K-Kev, what are you—"

Your question turns into a gasp as you feel Kev's tail snake in between your butt cheeks.

“K-Kev! W-wait a sec—"

“Shhhhhhhhh…" Kev brings his head in closer to yours as he shushes you. You gasp again as the tail progresses further down between your crack. Its thickening length slowly spreads your cheeks apart as it works towards your hole.

“Dude," Kev whispers, “you know the things I'd do to this?"

The tail tip springs up for a moment before tilting back down and pressing against your now-exposed hole. You squirm in reflex, but Kev squeezes his arms further around your back, restraining your movements. He wiggles his head closer to yours as his forked tongue splats against your cheek.

With a raspy huff, Kev says, “I'd have one cock fucking away at it, the other bouncing against your own."

Kev's tail continues to taunt your hole, poking and running around the rim and prodding at your entrance. It occasionally presses into the puckered edge before pushing the skin taut and spreading your hole open.

There's another drawn-out puff and a groan from Kev. “Fucking upgrade you from a heat rock to a breeding mount."

A wave of trembles ripple through your body as he prods again at your hole—adding a bit more pressure and threatening to enter it.

“One cock overflowing your hole, the other painting your cute fucking face." His tongue rolls forward as a trail of goopy slobber waterfalls onto your cheek. He laps along the bridge of your nose to your forehead.

“I'd fucking claim you, dude. Make you my permanent little heat rock."

If you weren't quivering in pleasure, you might be concerned with just how possessive Kev had become. And also worried about how much material you were giving him to tease you about later. But another squirt of hot pre from your cock puts that fear out of your mind—something to worry about later, when you're not moaning in ecstasy…

“You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Kev playfully scoffs into your ear as his tongue rolls along your neck, leaving behind a stream of warm ooze. “My cute little cumdump…"

You dig your nails against the rough scales of Kev's back as you arc your back up to embrace him fully. Your cock dribbles as you barely find the fortitude to put together a broken sentence. “K-Kev, I, f-fuck, please—"

“My little human heat rock. Mine."

His words wash over your saliva-caked face with a wave of humid breath. A series of forceful pokes against your rear from the tip of his energetic tail, along with the thicker part of his tail continuing to rapidly pump at your cock—still sandwiched between his throbbing hemipenes—pushes you over the edge. Your butt and back leave the mattress as you buck your hips against Kev's makeshift tail onahole.

Your cock pulses once more before it erupts. You press your face into the excess scales on the underside of Kev's neck, which muffles your moans as you coat your chest in cum.

How is he so fucking warm?

“Good boy." He huffs into your ear tenderly. “Let it all out."

Kev's words urge another fat shot out of you as your body trembles underneath him. His tail tip eases to just nudging against your butt, but it's enough to keep your powerful orgasm going. Your forehead is treated to some tender tongue licks as Kev's tail continues to pump away, milking your cock for all it has.

With a muffled groan into Kev's neck, your climax finally subsides. Kev, noticing your thrusting and cock twitches coming to an end, withdraws his tail from your clenching hole and loosens the lasso around the three cocks to allow yours to slip free. It splats against the mix of pre and cum that's pooled on top of your belly.

With a dumb smirk, Kev looks your exhausted face over. “I guess that's why you're called homo sapiens, right dude?" Of course he can't let you enjoy the moment without making a dumb joke.

You respond with a weak sigh. “Just hurry up and finish…"

“Way ahead of you, buddy…"

You tilt your head up to see another powerful pump from Kev's tail, still coiled around his hemipenes. Another glob spurts out of both cocktips in tandem, slopping on top of the mess you left upon your chest. He looks to be only moments away from finishing.

You bring a lazy hand to the top of Kev's head to stroke at it. After a few affectionate rubs, you raise your head towards his ear hole, treating him to a soft-though-exaggerated sigh; you're not about to leave him with the smug satisfaction of verbally teasing you to orgasm without returning the favour.

“Well, you promised a mess, big boy. You better deliver…"

You tighten your legs around his waist region, pulling his crotch and cocks closer towards your slowly softening dick. Kev says nothing in response; he merely sounds a coarse growl into your pillow.

“What's the matter, Kev?" You grant his ear a quick, wet smooch. “Getting feelings for a lowly human? That's pretty cute…"

There's a louder grunt before you feel another splatter of precum against your stomach. For all his appearances of being a terrifying reptile, he always seemed like a sensitive and affectionate guy at heart—if in a good mood. Maybe that's the button to push.

“For all your rough and gruff, you're a huge, chubby softie, aren't you? Adorable…"

Kev shuts his visible eye. A deep and pleasant rumble radiates from his neck—that weird lizard purring again. He's seriously enjoying this sort of teasing. You bring your other hand to the underside of his neck and rub and scratch at his length. The vibrations of his throat feel so encouraging against your fingertips. Your other hand makes its way down his head so that you can pat at the entire length of his scaly snout.

“And last night as well. You're such a good cuddler… I felt so nice tucked between you and your tail."

You stop your rubbing and bring your hands back down against the bed. Kev looks so calm and content. Especially content, in fact, for a giant Komodo dragon who's mere moments away from orgasm.

Unfortunately for him, you know why; you've pieced together his not-so-subtle secret. His weird behaviour last night, his lust right now—there's an obvious reason for all of it, beyond mere horniness. The cold weather was just a useful scapegoat.

And now it's time to call him out—when he's at his most vulnerable.

“But you wouldn't just cuddle anyone, would you?"

There's a sudden twitch from Kev as his eye shoots wide open. Though unlike previous stares, it doesn't convey his menacing, 'grumpy lizard' façade. There's surprise, a tinge of fear, but also subdued happiness. The orange ember of his eye is bright and warm—genuine affection.

“Admit it, Kev…" You lean in closer to his ear and drop your voice to a hushed whisper, and ask, “You like me, don't you?"

At your question, the noises from Kev's throat cease. With the sound gone, you can only hear the lewd squelches coming from his precum-soaked hemipenes with each jerk of his tail. But with the vibrations gone, you can also focus on the pulse of his heartbeat against your chest. It's beating fast. You feel Kev's scaled hands slide out from under your back. They come to rest by the sides of your chest, next to your outstretched hands.

Slowly, Kev lifts his snout from the pillow. You don't dare to break eye contact as he responds.

“I… do."

“I like you too, Kev."

There's a soft sigh of relief from the big lizard. Kev's body quivers for a moment. Both his hands make short scrambles over the mattress before they come into contact with yours. His claws skim against your soft palms as he tries to align them. Once he gets them into position and presses down, you close your hands. With surprising compatibility, your smooth, slender fingers intersect between his scaled, stubbier ones. He grips his fingers between yours as well, and you both grasp your hands together.

This feels right.

“Kev, you're gonna cum while holding hands?" It takes all your concentration not to turn your sincere smile into a smug smirk. “That's so cute… You're so fucking cute, you know?"

“F-fuck you, dude…" His fingers squeeze tighter around yours.

That's a yes, then.

The slick sounds coming with each tail jerk intensify. Two unbreaking trails of cum ooze out of his cocktips and onto your belly. With a long, frazzled groan—bordering on a meek growl—Kev muffles his head back into your pillow.

You clench your hands against his one more time before pushing him over the edge. “Cum onto your heat rock, Kev…"

With another series of trembles from the brute, he whines into your pillow and grits his eye shut. You tilt your head up in time to observe both his cocks spurting a powerful shot of thick cum that splatters against your upper chest. As the second shot strikes higher up, you realise how hot his load is—heated overnight, thanks to you. Another trio of thick, unwavering squirts suggests Kev wasn't bluffing about being cold to jerk off for the past week. That, or he's an absolute slut for handholding.

“Fuck Kev, keep going…"

As Kev continues to ride out his climax, you clench your hands against his, silently egging him on. He's gentle to you, but his groans into your pillow are uninhibited and almost feral. He bucks his hips as he fucks his encircled tail, content to paint your entire body in a thick coat of white while keeping you pinned in a hand-hold against the bed. You soon can't distinguish between your mess and his. Though given the length and potency of his orgasm, most of it is definitely his.

Just as you're afraid his load will end up overflowing from your chest and soaking the entire bed, his powerful pulses fade. His pumps of hot Komodo cum onto your chest trickle down to an unsteady dribble of cream centred around your stomach. One last rumbling growl into your pillow by Kev signals the return of his composure, and his fiery eye opens once more. You're tempted to pat his head as his cocks taper to mere drops of cum, but the unyielding lock of Kev's loving hands squeezing into yours limits your options. His claws rub against the back of your hands. As romantic as it is, it leaves you vulnerable to the droplets of cum leaking from his hemipenes and splashing against your glazed, semi-hard dick.

As you lie in the afterglow with Kev, you remain painfully aware of the small sea of semen staining your upper body. Again, it's nice and warm, like Kev. But unlike Kev, it won't be as fun to feel against you when you're no longer horny.

Your idle thoughts are broken when Kev's trembling rear legs catch your eyes. They quiver for a moment before folding onto themselves, as if Kev just collapsed from exhaustion—or his own weight. His body, inclusive of his still-hard hemipenes, plops onto your cream-covered belly and chest with a sticky splat.

Before you have a chance to worry about the mess now smooshed between the two of you, you become very aware of how fucking heavy Kev is when he's not supporting his weight. A silent scream escapes your mouth as all the air is sucked out of your lungs. It feels as if an overweight specimen of the world's heaviest species of lizard just squished you under all his heft.

Before your life comes to an embarrassing end, you find enough strength to wheeze out a plea: “K-Kev! You're h-heavy!"

“Whoops, sorry dude."

Seconds before you fall victim to Kev's poor diet, he rolls to the side. He maintains his grip on you as he spins, causing you to move with him and remain against his chest—albeit, thankfully, not underneath it. You're left with your face tucked beneath his head, with your ear pressed against where the soothing rumbles are emanating from his throat.

“F-fuck man, seriously. What if you rolled over while we were sleeping and crushed me?"

“You'll be fiiiine, dude." Kev tightens his hug, pulling you deeper into his solid chest. “Next time, I'll sit my fat rump down on your dumb face instead. Just to prove you'll live."

“You're lucky I'm into bigger guys, because you're not winning any awards with your personality."

“Come on buddy, don't be like that. I know you like it…" He brings a hand to the back of your head. After a soft pat, he runs his claws through your hair and softly scratches at you. “Say the L word, dude. Come on—just say 'I loooo… you, dude'."

“I loooooathe you, dude." You can't risk him becoming any smugger than he currently is.

"Close enough, my little pogchamp… My squishy little heat rock…"

“Stop calling me pogchamp, seriously."

“So heat rock is fine, then? Noted…"

You don't bother to respond. Neither does he, thankfully. You're both content to enjoy each other's company and warmth in the early morning silence.

Though as comfy as this is, as the minutes pass, you become aware of one glaring problem that needs to be taken care of.

“Alright Kev, I'm gonna get up."

“Why, dude?" In apparent refusal, he locks his legs around your waist and returns his arms to grasp at your back. “It's cold out. I wanna stay in bed and cuddle all day."

“I do too, but…" You shuffle against his torso somewhat awkwardly. You feel and hear the squelching of the still-wet cum smooshed between your chests and bellies. “Not sure if you forgot, but we've gotta get cleaned up. This is gonna be much less fun when it dries."

Kev doesn't respond, but you feel his grip loosen in silent agreement.

“So I'm just gonna have a quick shower," you say, pulling away, “and then we can cuddle some more. Maybe watch a movie?"

“Yeah, dude, that sounds good." Kev pauses for a moment. His following words carry a degree of sudden excitement. “Oh! Let me join you, dude. We can both get clean together."

Finally.

At long last, Kev's fallen into one of your traps. The turnabout you've been waiting for has arrived.

“No way Kev, that's fucking gay."

“… F-fuck you!"