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Lyysic stared down his snout at the digital readout with unfocused, gray eyes. The small, glowing, red numbers on the expensive, and ancient, piece of scientific equipment were indeed counting down, but they seemed to cling to every second, stretching time as the machine sluggishly completed its routine. The dragon knew he didn't have enough time left in his shift to perform another run or prepare more reagents. Instead, he looked forward to hanging up his protective gown and clocking out. Everyone had to wear protective equipment in the lab, for humans this took the shape of lab coats, but the protective garment for dragons was more akin to a white tarp with holes cut out for their legs, tail, and neck to protrude.

The troublesome garment, which the silver drake had forced himself into, squeaked in protest as he shuffled his wings. The material was stifling, and he longed for even the slightest breeze from the heavily filtered air conditioning to brush against his large, membranous wings. Kneading his exposed digits against the tiled floor, he was thankful the garb didn't cover his legs entirely. Even the thought of being fully encapsulated made him feel claustrophobic. With nothing but his scales to shield his legs from potential splashes, he took solace in knowing the chemicals he worked with were, for the most part, safe.

After clicking his way through countless training videos and poorly constructed quizzes, his record showed he understood the importance of safety. Yet, the protective gear felt like overkill. Looking through the scratched Perspex lid of the machine at the rows of plastic bottles inside, he knew they contained chemicals already confirmed to be skin- and scale-safe. The protective goggles he wore to shield his eyes offered far more practical protection than the cumbersome white gown.

He glanced up at the clock on the wall, which seemed to tick as sluggishly as the machine's countdown. He rolled his eyes as his gaze caught the company motto emblazoned nearby: “Smells like success." The once-vibrant paint had faded under the harsh artificial lights, but Lyysic paid it little mind. Instead, he returned his focus to the digital readout, watching the digits slowly click down. To pass the time, he created a small game, counting the seconds in intervals and matching them with the clicks and whines of the magnets which drove the stir bars in the flasks. By the sound they made, the mechanism was on its last legs, but he knew that requesting a new machine was pointless as long as this one still worked.

“...or the weekend?" came the voice of his colleague, snapping him out of his stupor. His long, slender neck jolted back in realization as he blinked rapidly, aware that he'd been craned over the machine for far too long. With all of his human coworkers already having left for the day, he turned to the lab's only other occupant. Niiren, another dragon, looked at him expectantly, but Lyysic could only frown in reply.

His mouth went dry as he took in his partner. He tried to say something intelligent, but his jaw simply opened and closed soundlessly. Niiren was larger than him, but while Lyysic's body was covered in pale, silvery-gray scales, Niiren was cloaked in long, fluffy, copper-colored fur from snout to tail. Due to Niiren's size and thick coat, the dragon wore a protective gown many sizes larger than Lyysic's. The waterproof material was pulled taut around his frame and even though he had his wings folded tightly against his sides, his dense fur still protruded through where the garment overlapped. The gown's snap fasteners strained, as if barely holding together under the pressure. Like Lyysic's own, Niiren's legs were uncovered, but the way his copper fur exploded from the gown's openings gave him an almost comical appearance.

“Lyysic? I asked if you have any plans for the weekend?" Niiren repeated, offering a polite smile, his pearly white fangs gleaming under the fluorescent lights. Lyysic could only return a stunned look as he felt his throat tighten. The other dragon's lips curled further back into a broad yet warm smile. “Anything interesting? Or just a quiet one?"

Heart pounding in his chest, Lyysic shook his head and quickly swallowed past the lump that had formed in his throat. He couldn't deny that his eyes had lingered on Niiren on more than one occasion, but the handsome dragon had hardly shown any acknowledgment that Lyysic even existed until now. Surely, a dragon like Niiren wouldn't be single. “Yes—no—I mean—" His voice climbed into a higher pitch as he stumbled over his words, quickly turning back to his machine as if to check on it. “No, nothing interesting. Just—just a quiet one," he finally said, finding some courage once he wasn't looking directly at the drake.

His snout burned with embarrassment at his reaction. He placed a paw on the side of the machine and tilted his head against the perspex lid to sell the illusion that he was inspecting the samples. “How—how about you?" he asked, trying to recover some semblance of dignity. He had only been partnered with Niiren for a few weeks and realized he knew little about the fluffy dragon, other than that he was almost never late to work.

“Oh, nothing much. Maybe head into the city, try some bars or something, see if I can have some fun." Niiren's deep voice sent an involuntary shiver through Lyysic, his toes spreading slightly and the tip of his tail flicking upward. “Do you like bars? Or is clubbing more your scene?"

Blinking down at the readout on the machine, Lyysic's heart felt like it was crashing around his chest. 'Was this an invitation? No, surely not. You don't even know if he's into drakes! He's just making conversation. Should I say I like bars too? But you don't like bars. They're loud, and there's always sports playing. Gods, does he like sports? What if he asks about that? He probably likes Dragonball or homing races, and you don't like those!'

Lyysic's mind raced as he struggled to respond. Realizing he had been silent for too long, he blurted, “Bars!" louder than he intended. Turning his neck, he glanced back over his shoulder and was relieved to see that Niiren was busy with his own machine. “I mean, bars. Clubs are much louder than bars, too loud to be honest, and the floors are always kinda gross—"

“Oh, yeah! And don't get me started on the smell. The wonderful aroma of cheap piss, vomit, and sex. Yummy!" Niiren said sarcastically, glancing over his shoulder to lock eyes with Lyysic. His brilliant green eyes stood out against his autumn-colored fur, sparkling with a refined intelligence that captivated Lyysic. “If I wanted to experience that, I'd just drop a few of those bottles," he added, nodding toward the rack of samples he had already prepared for their Monday shift.

Lyysic followed his gaze, and his heart sank. He recognized the customer's logo and let out an audible sigh, which made Niiren chuckle. The company they worked for offered many services; however, the lab they were stationed at specialized producing small samples of fragrances of all sorts to ensure their safety. Unfortunately, while perfume manufacturers were regular customers, their orders were vastly outnumbered by companies developing cleaning agents or other industrial products. The name of the toilet-cleaning company was emblazoned on all the bottles. While Lyysic didn't mind the scent of toilet cleaners, the company also required samples of the chemicals their products were meant to work against.

“I think I'm going to be sick next week," Lyysic groaned, offering a weak smile to Niiren, who laughed a deep, playful laugh.

“Hey, you can't complain—you don't have fur! If you spill any, you can just hose yourself off!" Niiren retorted, shaking his head. “Last week, a bottle of fake cat piss exploded on the hot block. Didn't matter how much soap I used; it didn't do anything. I had to go home and clean myself up. I was half tempted to shave my legs bald to get rid of the smell."

Lyysic's eyes widened in realization. He had heard of the accident and noticed Niiren's strange absence that morning but hadn't connected the two incidents. “You wouldn't shave yourself bald, would you?" he asked in surprise, trying to imagine what the dragon would look like without the thick, soft fur covering his body. Images of a hairless cat came to mind, and he was relieved when the dragon shook his head, laughing a genuine, hearty laugh. Lyysic's own smile grew, and he felt more relaxed as their conversation became more natural.

“No! Can you imagine? I'd look ridiculous!" Niiren replied just as his machine let out the sharp wail of a beep, announcing it had completed its cycle. “Finally!" he exclaimed, turning back to his set of samples.

Looking back at his own machine, the silver drake frowned as the readout still showed a few seconds remaining. He swore they had both started their runs at the same time and began to feel some validity to his theory that his machine was faulty. The test they were performing was to ensure the formulations remained stable even when heated. As Lyysic peered at the bottles behind the clear lid of the machine, he noticed small bubbles forming. “I think mine is having a reaction," he muttered under his breath, sitting back on his haunches to adjust his goggles and ensure they covered his gray eyes.

“Really?" Niiren remarked, his paws occupied with removing the rows of bottles from his machine and transferring them to a tray on the workbench. “They should be super inert," he added, lifting one of his bottles to check the label. “They're just analytical standards for… oh." His voice softened in amusement, and he gave Lyysic a broad grin. “Scent pads," he added.

Lyysic snorted, lowering his head to peer at the rows of bottles. The bubbles in the solutions were still minor, likely caused by a contaminant in the liquid. He contemplated ending the test early, but the prospect of having to re-do the run for the rest of the samples made him decide against doing so. Instead, he'd keep a close eye on the bottles, and hoped they would survive long enough for the test to end. Once finished, he could place the samples into trays and mark his findings before they became someone else's problem. These samples, if pure, would go on to help develop new products for dragonesses to conceal the scent of their natural cycle. It was far more economical to apply the concoction of synthetic hormones and proteins to a pad to simulate a 'ness in heat than to find one in the depths of her cycle—but the thought stirred something primal in the silver drake.

"Do you like the smell?" Niiren asked bluntly, startling the silver drake. "Of a 'ness in heat, I mean," he added.

Shuffling his wings, Lyysic kept his eyes focused on the bottles, one paw resting on the lid of the machine, ready to open it as soon as the cycle finished. "Of course. You don't?" he replied. In the reflection of the machine, he saw Niiren's expression falter slightly.

"Oh… yeah, of course… It's in our DNA, isn't it?" the furred dragon said with a forced smile, finishing the removal of the last bottle from his machine. Niiren placed the tubular container into the tray with an air of what Lyysic could only describe as disappointment.

Lyysic's eyes narrowed at the drake's reaction, and his heartbeat quickened as it dawned on him that Niiren might be asking whether he liked dragonesses—or not. "Yeah. But, like, 'nesses aren't the only scent I like," he said, immediately wincing at his choice of words. Just say you like dick, Lyysic. It would be fucking quicker, he chastised himself. Glancing back at Niiren sheepishly, he was relieved to see the drake preoccupied with organizing his samples.

Niiren clicked the lid closed on his machine before pushing the tray of samples down the bench with one paw, walking on three legs. Lyysic watched out of the corner of his eye as the dragon made his way to the far end of the lab to store the samples for the next stage of testing. Niiren took his time, lifting the tray before turning his head to address Lyysic. "Hey, so this may be a weird question—"

A shrill beep from Lyysic's machine interrupted him. The silver drake snapped his head back toward the display, where a flashing zero indicated the cycle had finished. His paws moved on autopilot as he opened the lid and began removing the bottles, the warmth barely registering on his paw pads. As he reached for the third sample, it struck him that Niiren had been asking something. "Sorry, what did you want to ask?" he said, turning his head with the sample in paw. He saw the furred dragon shifting uncomfortably.

"Oh, well. I was just wondering if you wanted to go check out a bar? I heard about this new one that opened up on 3rd Avenue," Niiren said, his invitation making Lyysic's heart race and his grip tighten on the bottle.

Lyysic's tongue felt heavy as he tried to reply. Finally, after swallowing, he found his voice and gave a small nod. "That would be nice," he said, his voice more strained than usual. "I mean, when were you thinking?" he added, stiffening as the furred drake's eyes flicked up and down his form.

Niiren's warm smile made Lyysic's chest burn hotter than the chemicals he worked with, and when the furred drake gave a small wink, the silver drake felt slightly dizzy. “How about tonight—"

The loud hiss of the sample bottle echoed across the sterile lab, and Lyysic knew what had happened as soon as he felt the warm spray of liquid splatter against his neck, forelegs, and coat. His vision went hazy as his goggles protected his eyes, and he could almost taste the sudden wave of hot, heady scent that filled the space around him. The smell of estrus—concentrated, industrial-grade, and scientifically manufactured to be stronger than anything natural—flooded his nostrils and hijacked his mind.

Recoiling as if stung, Lyysic quickly placed the half-empty bottle back in the machine and stepped back on all fours. Blinking out of reflex, he was glad that his safety goggles had protected his eyes from the clear liquid, but as he wiped the lenses with a wet paw, he discovered he was only making matters worse, inadvertently rubbing the liquid into his paws.

A low chuckle echoed from the corner of the lab, and as Lyysic angled his head to look through a clear corner of his goggles, he glared at Niiren. The furred dragon was sitting back on his haunches with one paw on his vibrating chest while the other covered his lowered snout.

“Oh, ha-ha," Lyysic grumbled, his snout burning with embarrassment as he disposed of his lab tarp and turned toward the emergency shower in the middle of the room. They both knew he wasn't in any real danger, but he still pressed the paddle on the emergency shower and hissed as icy cold water erupted from the showerhead. Turning his head this way and that, he washed the clear liquid off his goggles and caught a glimpse of Niiren helping to clean up the mess he had made, though his wings still trembled with stifled laughter.

Rubbing a paw against his leg, Lyysic tried to scrub off the troublesome liquid while pushing away the memory of the scent. Its intoxicating fragrance still lingered in his nostrils. His scales felt oddly more sensitive, and as he continued to wash himself, he began to feel a tightness in his slit. Not now, not like this, he thought, the prospect of exposing himself to his lab mate making his chest tighten. He had just made some headway with the drake and imagined all the ways Niiren might reject him for not being able to control himself.

Pumping the lever on the soap dispenser with the back of his paw, his eyes narrowed at the pathetic squeak of the empty container giving up the last of its contents.

“Oh… that might be my bad," came Niiren's voice from behind him. Pulling his head out of the water stream, Lyysic waited as the water covering his goggles beaded off the lenses before he could see the apologetic look on the fur dragon's snout.

“Fake cat piss. It really didn't want to wash off," Niiren said sheepishly, scrunching up a piece of heat perfume-soaked paper towel and tossing it into the waste bin. “I've got some—" his voice drifted off, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his snout. “I've got some good soap at my place. It was able to get it off without much difficulty. Did you want to shower at mine?"

Lyysic pressed the lever on the shower to halt the flow of water and contemplated the drake's offer. As water dripped off his snout, the scent of heat returned, thankfully less pungent now. Taking a small sniff, he knew he reeked of fertility, and the prospect of returning to his apartment filled him with dread. His nosy landlady lived only two units down the hall, and he knew the old dragoness would harass him with questions for weeks if he came home in his current state.

“Do you live far away?" Lyysic asked, feeling unsure about going to another drake's house, especially when he wasn't sure what they were actually offering.

Niiren shook his head quickly and gestured with his head toward the northern side of the lab. “Only two minutes' flight, five max," he said, and Lyysic began seriously contemplating the offer. “It's no trouble at all."

The silver drake found it hard to hold Niiren's gaze but felt deeply grateful when he saw that his lab partner had already cleaned up the mess he had made and packed away his station. “Did you still want to go to a bar afterward?" he asked with a weak smile, causing Niiren to grin in excitement.

“Yeah, we can go straight from mine if that works for you," the copper drake suggested and nodded when Lyysic dipped his head in agreement. “It's settled then. Let's get out of here. The paperwork can wait until Monday."

Lyysic knew he should at least document the incident, and the thought of abandoning his duties made his chest tighten, but he found himself following the copper dragon as Niiren turned and began to exit the lab. After depositing his contaminated protective gown into a large plastic-lined bin, Lyysic trotted after Niiren, who seemed increasingly eager to leave work behind.

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The flight was indeed short and somewhat uneventful. Flying behind Niiren, Lyysic found his eyes drifting toward the furry dragon's rump. Under the waterproof coat, the dragon had looked quite plump and thick; however, as the wind caused his fur to ripple and press flat against Niiren's body, he noticed the dragon was surprisingly toned, if not muscular. True to his word, the flight was short and, after only a few minutes, they began to descend toward a large apartment complex.

The building was quite striking. While it was only a few stories high, each level was smaller than the next in a staggered arrangement, providing a communal roof area for each floor. Following Niiren's lead, Lyysic cropped his wings and dove toward the second floor, only spreading his wings again to flare out and touch down behind his colleague.

“This is nice," Lyysic said cheerfully as he folded his wings against his sides and looked around the open area. Large cushions and low tables had been placed neatly on the terrace to provide comfortable lounging areas for the residents, while also maintaining a clear area for dragons to take off and land. Looking around as Niiren led him toward a large glass door, he noticed a small collection of human-sized chairs tucked in the corner, their mesh faded and worn. “Do only dragons live here?"

Niiren paused and tilted his head from side to side as he touched his phone to a small reader next to the door. “Not on this floor. There used to be a mixed couple at the end of the hall, but they moved out. They're mostly on the ground floor, with a couple of wingless as well," he explained and pushed the door open with his snout once the automatic lock disengaged.

Lyysic found himself feeling oddly out of place in the wide hallway. All of the apartments he had lived in had been built primarily for humans, with hallways and staircases only just wide enough for him to squeeze through with his wings tucked tight against his sides and his head dipped low. Judging by the way the hallway was large enough for two dragons to pass one another without much difficulty, it was clear the building was built large enough for dragons.

Now that he wasn't flying, he could smell the lingering fragrance still clinging to him, and as he saw Niiren glance back at him, he knew it was affecting the other drake too. The furred dragon paused at his door and lifted his forepaws to tap his phone against the door handle. There was a pregnant pause before the mechanism clicked, and he opened the door. Even once it had unlocked, he seemed to hesitate, as if realizing something, before turning to Lyysic.

“Um, please excuse the mess. I wasn't expecting guests," Niiren said, a hint of self-consciousness in his voice.

Shrugging his wings at the dragon's sudden coy smile, Lyysic tried to give him a reassuring nod and waited as Niiren pushed the door open with the bridge of his snout and stepped inside. The door seemed insistent on closing itself, and the furred dragon held it open with the base of his tail for Lyysic to take over. In doing so, the silver dragon came close enough to Niiren that a giddy shiver of excitement ran through his body.

Following his workmate inside, Lyysic was curious to see how the other drake lived and let his eyes flick across the apartment. The unit was larger than his own, although not by much, and while his home had multiple smaller rooms, Niiren's was more akin to an open-plan studio apartment. It quickly became apparent that the furred dragon's habit of keeping his workspace clean was exclusive to his job, behind closed doors, the dragon was far more relaxed. Trinkets, pictures, unopened letters, and the occasional book littered the countertops, all covered by a fine layer of dust and a significant amount of errant hair. Kneading his digits, Lyysic was relieved to feel that the floors were immaculate and smirked when he saw a row of robot vacuum cleaners nestled in the corner of the room. Overall, the mess wasn't unmanageable by any means, and Lyysic knew his own home wasn't any tidier.

Stepping through the threshold, Lyysic let go of the door he had been holding open and let it click closed. Niiren seemed flustered as he quickly moved further into the apartment, hurriedly rearranging his personal effects.

“Sorry, it's not usually this bad," he said sheepishly as he plucked a box from the kitchen counter and tossed it into a cupboard that clearly housed his bowls.

"It's fine, my place is a bit of a mess too," he said, then shrank back as he realized he might have insulted the drake's home. Thankfully, Niiren didn't seem to take offence. He continued to move around the apartment, carrying odds and ends in his mouth. Near the low bed that dominated the far end of the apartment, Niiren slipped off his harness and tossed it onto the bedside table.

Following the drake's lead, Lyysic unbuckled his harness and placed it out of the way. As he moved around the apartment, his nostrils flared slightly, inadvertently taking in the scents before they were overwhelmed by the smell of estrus clinging to him. It seemed the dragon was partial to lavender and thyme air fresheners. However, Lyysic also noticed the faint hints of a dragoness mixed with Niiren's scent. At first, he thought it might be the artificial heat that covered him, but as the synthetic scent filled the room, he was certain it came from someone else.

Scanning the walls, Lyysic spotted a collection of photos showcasing various places the dragon must have visited. He paused at a picture of Niiren with a dragoness. Her fur was a pale tan, contrasting with Niiren's darker copper tones, making her pop in the image. Lyysic's heart skipped a beat as he looked at the pair. Both smiled mischievously at the camera, leaning into each other to fit within the frame. It was clear they were close and comfortable together. Studying their features, Lyysic felt a pang of envy and doubt. Not only did they look happy, but they were also stunning. His silver scales felt cold and dull compared to the dragoness's warm, vibrant fur. He started to wonder if he had misinterpreted the drake's invitation to the bar and his apartment.

He quickly looked around the room, spotting other items that made his heart sink. A photo hung on the fridge, held in place by a colorful magnet. In it, the same dragoness smiled with a look of exhaustion, wearing a simple athletic harness marked with a racing number. On the table, Lyysic noticed a collection of fruity perfumes meant for 'nesses; he recognized the brands from testing them at work.

He was just being kind! Of course, he's taken! You've read into this too much! Lyysic chastised himself, shaking his head to dismiss the idea that Niiren might be interested in him. Just say something came up and excuse yourself.

“The bathroom is just in there," Niiren said politely, gesturing with a folded wing toward the apartment's only segregated room.

Lyysic's mouth gaped slightly as he glanced between the welcoming drake, the bathroom, and the photo of the dragoness on the wall. “Um… thanks, but…" he said softly, his words trailing off. Seeing the look of confusion in Niiren's eyes, he quickly swallowed and took a deep breath. “Are you sure your mate isn't going to mind? I feel like I'm already leaving a scent in here, and I don't want to cause any drama."

Niiren's head tilted to one side in absolute confusion, and when Lyysic nodded toward the picture, his eyes widened. “Mate?!" the furred drake retorted with a snort of amusement. “God, no! Ew! That's my sister, dude!" he added and began to laugh.

Lyysic looked back at the photo of the pair. Niiren was much broader, but as he looked closer, he noticed they both had bright green eyes. “Your sister?" he said, dumbfounded. The knot of anxiety in his chest eased, but it was quickly replaced with embarrassment. “So you don't have a mate?"

“Nah, man, that's Kaami," Niiren explained as he padded over toward Lyysic. Standing beside him, Lyysic couldn't help but notice their height difference. While he wasn't a small dragon, the furred drake stood a good few inches taller at the shoulder. “That was us goofing off at a friend's wedding," Niiren added. As Niiren turned his head to glance at him, the larger drake's nostrils twitched, catching the heady scent of his heat. “Gods, that scent is potent, isn't it?"

“Sorry, I should get cleaned up," Lyysic said hurriedly, but as the words left his mouth, he regretted them. The hungry look Niiren was giving him made his heart flutter and his tail twitch in excitement.

“Ah, yeah… that's probably a good idea…" Niiren's words drifted off, and Lyysic's heart beat faster as the furred drake's eyes wandered down his neck and shoulders. The silver drake knew the artificial scent was affecting not only Niiren but himself as well. He felt his slit tighten and, while the responsible thing would have been to excuse himself and walk to the bathroom, he found his paws rooted in place. The look of desire and longing in the handsome, furred drake's eyes made him feel wanted, but also unsure of himself, fearing he could ruin their friendship by suggesting something he still wasn't sure Niiren wanted.

“Or…" Lyysic started, his voice soft and unsure. He looked up and smiled weakly as Niiren locked eyes with him. The seductive smile slowly pulling at Niiren's snout was infectious, and Lyysic couldn't stop his tail from swishing to one side until it brushed against Niiren's own furry appendage.

“Or…" Niiren repeated before raising an eyeridge. “Are you suggesting that perhaps we skip the bar and find our own fun?" Niiren asked, a low, playful growl in his voice. Lyysic's smile turned bashful, and then his eyes went wide as the furred drake's tail coiled around his and gripped it with a firmness that stole his breath. The larger drake lowered his head to Lyysic's, his lush fur only millimeters away from his soft scales and inhaled deeply, taking in not only the scent of estrus but his own unique scent as well. “Because that scent is making me want to do things to you…" he said boldly, sending a shiver through Lyysic's frame.

“What… what sort of things?" Lyysic asked, his excitement building as Niiren used his tail tip to stroke his own.

Pressing his furred muzzle against Lyysic's ear, he spoke in a low voice, just loud enough for the silver drake to hear. "Things that will make you moan, shudder and then cum for me. All while I do your rump and get my knot in." he continued, his assertiveness leaving Lyysic speechless, though excited. When his breath hitched, Niiren smiled at the sound and nuzzled his snout under Lyysic's jaw. "You want that? You want me to pound you like a 'ness in heat and knot you?"

Lyysic's voice was tight, and as he turned his head to press into Niiren's touch, his eyes lingered on the furred drake's broad rump. His imagination was already running wild with thoughts of how the larger drake would snap his hips forward with each thrust. "Yes." Lyysic groaned in a hoarse whisper.

A low rumble of approval resonated from the furred dragon's throat as he nuzzled Lyysic further before pulling back and looking at him with genuine concern in his eyes. "Are you sure? I don't want it to be because of the scent–"

"It's not. I was kinda hoping for something like this." Lyysic quickly said, offering the larger drake a reassuring smile. "Maybe we can skip the bar and just stay here," he added, leaning into Niiren as the copper-furred dragon wrapped a wing around him and began guiding him toward the low bed.

"Oh, Lyysic, we will have to skip the bar," Niiren chuckled before squeezing him with a wing. "Because once I knot you, we aren't going anywhere," he added, stepping onto the low mattress before giving Lyysic a playful shove.

Stumbling to one side, Lyysic didn't have time to recover before the furred drake's large paws gripped his hips and pulled him down to the bed. Thankfully, the bed was soft, and as he was rolled over and pulled under Niiren by the dragon's firm grip. The strength of the larger drake took his breath away and a soft gasp escaped his lips as he felt his tip peak through his tight slit. With his belly exposed to Niiren's hungry eyes, his heart beat faster, and he instinctively went to pull his hind legs together. However, the furred drake's large paws shifted to his thighs, exposing him further. He rumbled in approval as he dipped his head down and drew his warm, wet tongue across the side of Lyysic's slit, his green eyes remaining locked on Lyysic's own, as he began to lap at the emerging slender cock.

"That—that feels good." Lyysic gasped, and felt more of his shaft become exposed to the drake's affections. He was no stranger to being serviced by another dragon's maw and had experimented himself on more than one occasion, but it was becoming increasingly clear that this drake was experienced. After just a few moments, he had found out exactly what worked for Lyysic.

Niiren's tongue curled around the base of his shaft, simulating being hilted inside a snug, wet vent, before he would draw his whole head up the length, tightening his grip as he did so. Once at the tip, where it was most sensitive, the furred dragon would relax and gently swirl his tongue around the head before tracing back down again.

The feeling was intoxicating to Lyysic, and he breathed in deeply to try and control his arousal. In doing so, he took in the scents of the fake heat, his own pre, and more of Niiren's musk. The drake's scent was stronger here, and it took him longer than it should have to realize it was because he was in the drake's bed. As he felt the soft fur of the other drake's head between his legs, he looked down and noticed Niiren's hips gently rocking back and forth. The motion caused the furred dragon's cock to sway and bounce in the air, with a long string of pre already whipping from its tip. The size of Niiren's penis made Lyysic's jaw part, and a small whine escaped his maw. Lyysic wasn't ashamed of his own tool, but while his was a handsomely tapered length that thickened to a tidy knot at the base, Niiren's was something else. Thick, red, and angry-looking, it was designed with one goal in mind: to breed. With an almost conical head to ease penetration, that was the only relief Lyysic would get as the cock quickly became as thick as the base of his own and maintained its hefty size until expanding even further with the lobes of Niiren's heavy knot.

“I'll start gentle," Niiren murmured after swallowing and catching the concern in Lyysic's eyes. His reassuring words were followed by a gentle kiss on the tip of the silver drake's cock, making Lyysic moan softly and rock his hips needily. “But I'm going to get that knot in, even if it takes all afternoon," he added, tracing his tongue down to Lyysic's ass and began to slather the tight bud.

The sensation of Niiren devoting himself to preparing his rear caused Lyysic to arch his back and use his tail and wings to press his hips against the larger drake's snout. Craning his neck to the side, he watched as the furred drake stood over his tail on three legs and began stroking his knotted cock with his forepaw. The action was intoxicating to watch. Niiren was not stroking himself off with the frantic pace of pleasuring himself, but instead took his time to collect the slick pre from his tip and smear it along his turgid length before squeezing behind his knot to cause the entire length to throb and release more.

“This isn't your first time, is it?" Niiren asked softly before lifting his head and began toying with the tip of Lyysic's hard cock with his chin.

Shaking his head, Lyysic was about to ask if that was a problem, but his words failed him as the furred dragon parted his lips and tilted his head down to engulf his entire cock with his warm, wet maw. With a swirl of his tongue, Niiren coiled it around the base of Lyysic's unformed knot and gave a gentle squeeze. The sensation caused his arousal to skyrocket, and a jet of pre erupted from his own tip, splashing at the back of Niiren's throat. Before he could apologize, the furred drake swallowed, and the suction felt glorious.

“Nnngfff—fuck!" whined Lyysic, his hips humping up to try and encourage Niiren to repeat the action. The low chuckle from the drake's mouth sent shivers through the silver drake. As Lyysic drew back to thrust into the other drake's maw, he felt Niiren's paw press at the base of his tail and hold him down. A low growl from the copper-colored dragon caused Lyysic to look down with a look of worry, but it was for naught as a playful smile pulled at Niiren's snout. He began to swirl his tongue around and around Lyysic's cock while starting to bob his head up and down. Clearly, the dragon wanted to be in control, and Lyysic had no qualms with being under the drake.

Tucking his forepaws close to his chest, Lyysic began to pant and took a moment to spread his wings out across the bed. The air conditioning felt cool against his sensitive wings as Niiren continued to pleasure him, and he couldn't help but give them a small flutter to cool off as his arousal continued to build. “You're good at this," he gasped breathlessly, groaning as Niiren hummed in acknowledgement. “I thought—" his words hitched into a whine as he felt the other dragon's tongue squeeze the base of his cock again, and the firm paw on his tailbase kept him from thrusting upward. Swallowing, he tried to compose himself while Niiren looked up at him with brilliant green eyes. “I thought—I thought you said you were going to fuck me, though," he said, squirming as one of Niiren's digits pressed against his slick tailhole.

Thankfully, the copper-furred dragon didn't press his taloned digit in, but instead used the softer pad of his toe to circle and massage the opening. Lifting his head, Niiren continued to swirl his tongue around Lyysic's cock before letting it bob free from his mouth. “Oh, you want to be fucked, do you?" he said with playfulness in his voice that made Lyysic smile in excitement. “Well, who am I to keep you waiting?" He added, dipping his head down to trace kisses and licks up the silver drake's chest and neck. He took his time to prove his point, and as he stepped over the smaller drake, Niiren reached down to grip Lyysic's cock with a paw. The furred dragon pressed his snout under Lyysic's chin and nuzzled him tenderly while lowering his hips to press his hard length against the silver drake's pucker. “Tell me if it's too much," he whispered before leaning in and pressing his tip against the tight ring of muscle.

The pressure made the silver drake groan, and his paws lifted to Niiren's chest. The thick, soft fur between his digits distracted him for a moment as the larger drake sought entry. He knew that Niiren was holding back. The larger drake could easily violate his body with a sharp thrust but instead took his time, continuing to nuzzle and lap at his jawline. Slowly, Lyysic began to relax, feeling the tight ring of his ass ease open around the pointed tip of Niiren's dragonhood. His eyes fluttered shut as he felt the stretch, then gasped as a surge of warmth jetted into him as Niiren's tip spurted a fresh dose of pre into his depths. “That's it, just breathe," Niiren whispered. Lyysic wasn't sure if he was talking to him or to himself, as his voice was barely audible, strained with desperate need. He imagined how the scent of a dragoness in heat and the tight passage around his tip would make the dragon want to thrust firmly and rut him senseless but was grateful that the furred dragon still had some sense of control and took his time.

Slowly, the tight ring of his ass was stretched wider, and with a steady push, the first inch of Niiren's hard length entered him. Sighing in bliss, Lyysic felt Niiren's cock throb as it oozed more pre into him, and then, with an adjustment of the furred dragon's hips, more and more of Niiren's cock slid in. Lyysic focused on relaxing and breathing as the immense size filled him. Each inch was a battle hard won, but defeated by patience and further squirts of slick pre. “Nnnggh, gods, you're big," Lyysic groaned, gripping the larger drake's furry chest with his forepaws while his hind legs splayed out further to try and relieve the pressure.

“And you're mine," Niiren said with a low growl before pausing to glance at him with a look of self-consciousness.

“Don't stop, I can take it." Lyysic panted and clung to the drake as Niiren resumed pushing into him with his powerful hind legs. The fullness and warmth he felt inside made his chest tighten, but everything felt perfect as he looked up at the larger dragon looming over him. His own cock remained rigid between them, sandwiched between the soft fur of his partner and his own scaled belly, while Niiren's tail gently caressed the underside of his own. Finally, after what felt like minutes, Lyysic felt a change in thickness as Niiren's unformed knot pressed at his tight ass. His sudden tensing made the larger drake groan, and as Lyysic looked up, he saw Niiren had closed his eyes and set his jaw in bliss.

Feeling so full already, Lyysic panted hard while gently roaming his paws through the other drake's fur. The gesture seemed to be pleasurable for Niiren, as he let out an almost purring rumble and rocked his hips back an inch before pushing forward again. The friction between Lyysic's tight ass and Niiren's hard cock was quickly soothed by the copious amounts of pre the larger drake was leaking, and Niiren began to thrust in a slow yet firm rhythm.

“You feel incredible," Niiren groaned, stepping back with his forepaws to lift his belly off of Lyysic. The momentary absence of fur against his cock was quickly forgotten by Lyysic, who shuddered in pleasure as Niiren reached between them with a forepaw. The furred dragon's grip was gentle, and his paw pads were delightfully soft as he slowly began stroking Lyysic's tapered length. He timed his strokes to match his thrusts, his paw shifting down towards Lyysic's knot as he buried himself into the smaller dragon. “You are… clenching so fucking tight on me, and… smell like a 'ness that needs a good fuck," he added, causing a smile to flicker across Lyysic's snout.

Shifting his hind legs around Niiren's hips, Lyysic could feel the powerful muscles tense under the copper fur, and he knew the drake was holding back. The thought of the larger dragon being so tender and gentle with him made his chest swell, and Lyysic couldn't stop himself as he lifted his snout to Niiren's jawline and gave a tender nibble to show his affection. Fur was new to Lyysic, but he didn't mind as he pressed his lips to Niiren's throat and dragged his teeth across the sensitive area. In doing so, he instinctively took in more of the drake's scent. It was masculine and comforting, just like the steady thrusts Niiren was delivering, and he continued to devote kisses until Niiren lifted his head away to look down at him. Any thoughts that he had been too forward vanished from Lyysic's mind as Niiren tilted his head and pressed his lips to his own in a firm kiss. The other drake's tongue pressed into his maw and seemed to dominate his own, causing Lyysic to groan into their kiss as Niiren snapped his hips forward in a sudden sharp thrust.

Lyysic wasn't sure when he had closed his eyes, but Niiren's sudden pause caused him to open them and look at the green drake. He saw the look of concern in the drake's green eyes at his sudden thrust, and it was painfully obvious that Niiren's instincts had gotten the better of him. Without breaking their kiss, Lyysic tried to ease his concern with a gentle stroke of his paw on the furred dragon's shoulder and used his tail to rock his hips up to take the other drake's cock up to the knot. “Nngg-yess," Lyysic moaned as he broke their kiss and threw his head back into Niiren's soft pillows.

Lowering his snout, Niiren began to trace breathless kisses and nibbles on the underside of the silver drake's neck, each touch sending a shiver through Lyysic's frame as the sharp fangs grazed his scales. His breathing was ragged when Niiren picked up the pace, each withdrawal making him feel empty before, with a snap of his hips, the furred drake would thrust back in. The thick knot at the base of Niiren's cock acted as a buffer, cushioning the drake's humps ever so slightly as he worked himself in and out. Every thrust felt so gloriously deep, and every hump pressed the thick lobes harder against Lyysic's stretched ring, threatening to breach him if Niiren wasn't holding back.

“Gods, this is good– so fucking good," Niiren groaned into Lyysic's ear, his breath warm and his voice strained with bliss. The touch of the other drake's paw, continuing to stroke up and down his cock, made Lyysic arch his back and a soft whimper of need escaped his throat. His excitement was growing immensely, but as his pleasure threatened to overcome him, Niiren stopped massaging behind his knot and instead focused on stroking the tapered shaft.

“Not yet…" Niiren hissed as he picked up the pace, his hips now moving with authority as he thrust in and out of Lyysic's passage. “I want you to cum for me, but not yet– not just yet," he added, curling his neck in a tight arch to press his forehead into Lyysic's throat affectionately. “This feels so good, sooo fucking good," he growled low, delivering a firm hump that pushed Lyysic further into the pillows.

Words failed Lyysic as Niiren adjusted his footing and began a series of harder and harder thrusts. His breathing became a mixture of pants and gasps in time with Niiren's rhythm, and as he tried to say something encouraging, he was embarrassed to find his voice was nothing more than a needy whine. Every thrust was mirrored with a stroke of the furred drake's paw, up and down his length again and again. When Niiren would hilt, grinding his knot against Lyysic's tailhole, he would use his paw to squeeze and tease the back of his swelling knot.

Lyysic knew he was close, so close to finishing, and he found himself torn between wanting to hold back and enjoy the moment or adding his paw to Niiren's to stroke himself to completion. The larger drake seemed to sense his growing need and lifted his head to smile down at Lyysic, his jaws parted with heavy breathing.

“You're close, aren't you?" he asked rhetorically, adjusting his hips to add an extra sharp roll with every thrust. “I want to feel it. I want to feel you cum as I fuck you senseless," he added with an assertive edge that made Lyysic's eyes widen. A small nod was all the silver dragon could manage as Niiren's grip tightened on his slender shaft and began pumping it faster, its pace no longer matching his own. He would stroke it a few times before applying pressure to the front of Lyysic's knot. His grip was tight but not painful as he pressed down on Lyysic's knot, before letting it pop through his digits, then gripped behind the swelling lobes. The sensation triggered a primal response from Lyysic, as his body felt as if he were knotting a dragoness.

With a high-pitched whine, Lyysic pressed his hips up as best he could while Niiren gently tugged at his knot, letting the bulge finally slip back through his digits. The sensation was maddening for Lyysic as Niiren repeated the motion of imitating a tie, all while pounding away with his own knot at Lyysic's rear.

Every time Niiren's paw strained against his knot, Lyysic felt his tailhole tense around the larger dragon's cock. When finally his lobes slipped through Niiren's digits, there was a moment of relief that made him relax. The briefest moment brought a smirk to the larger dragon's lips, and Lyysic realized what the dragon was going to do as he began timing his thrusts to have his heavy knot ram him at the exact moment. Wrapping his forepaws around the furred drake's shoulders, Lyysic held on tight as Niiren tried to get his knot in with each thrust. The stretch in his tailhole was intense, and his claws dug into the larger dragon's thick fur as he was pushed into the pillows, but he didn't complain. The scent of a dragoness in heat, mixed with the masculine musk of Niiren, made Lyysic's heart flutter. As he felt his pleasure skyrocket, he couldn't help but let out a low, whorish moan.

Niiren's lips curled back into a smile as he hunched over Lyysic and brought his snout to his ear. “That's it, be a good drake and let me know that tight ass of yours," he growled, the low tone and firm, commanding nature of his voice made Lyysic squirm in pleasure. As Niiren's paw slipped around his knot again and squeezed, Lyysic came undone. His eyes scrunched shut, and his body convulsed as his hips tried to hump into Niiren's delightful touch. Rope after rope of hot seed erupted from his tip, splashing onto his chest in time with every punishing thrust from Niiren's thick cock. His tailhole clenched and relaxed, fluttering with every spasm of his body as Niiren pounded away. His release seemed endless as the most sensitive spots inside his back passage were repeatedly pressed against, all while Niiren's paw remained locked around his swollen knot. The drake's stamina seemed endless until, with a growl, Niiren stopped thrusting and began pressing his knot firmly against Lyysic's still spasming tailhole.

The silver drake rolled his hips from side to side, trying to help ease the strain. His own cock was still throbbing with the last of his climax as, slowly, his ass was stretched around Niiren's knot. He hissed as he felt a slight burning sensation but was silenced by a gentle groan from Niiren and a further, final, sharp push from the larger drake. Yet still, the smaller drake's passage failed to yield.

Niiren's knot ground insistently at Lyysic's back passage, desperately seeking entry as he rolled his hips and tried to press in, while Lyysic tried to relax. The silver drake focused on relaxing, but his size seemed impossible to accommodate until, with a growl, Niiren's jaws clamped down around Lyysic's throat. Not enough to pierce his scales or cut off his breathing, but a firm gesture that triggered an instinctual relaxation of his entire body.

Lyysic's body went limp, and he could only manage a whine as he felt Niiren's knot slip past his tight ring. Once past the widest point, Niiren released his jaws and let Lyysic's sudden tightening pull the rest of the thick knot into him. Lyysic's own cock jetting another squirt of seed as the furred drake's lobes swelled further and rubbed against his prostate, each throb dominating his mind as he felt Niiren continue to swell. “That's a good drake, I knew you could do it," Niiren crooned as his knot stretched Lyysic's passage even further and tied them together.

Continuing his grip behind Lyysic's knot, Niiren squeezed in time with his throbbing cock to prolong the feeling of Lyysic's tailhole clenching again and again. Lyysic could tell the larger drake was close, yet was holding back to savor the moment. With each heavy throb of his cock, Lyysic felt himself clenching repeatedly behind Nirrien's massive knot. Roaming his paws aimlessly over Niiren's shoulders, he felt the firmness of his tense muscles under the dense fur and gripped him tightly as his partner resumed humping. This time the pace was short and sharp, tugging back briefly before snapping forward, each time pulling and pushing Lyysic as the girthy knot held true.

Grateful for the soft mattress under his rump to cushion Niiren's thrusts, Lyysic couldn't do much more than hold on tight and enjoy the firm ride. His own cock refused to settle, even as the copper drake released his grip on his knot and moved his forepaws to the base of Lyysic's wings to pin him down. He could hear a strain in Niiren's voice as he swore under his breath, "So tight, gods, I'm close—I'm so fucking close—"

Like his thrusts, Niiren's breathing was heavy and ragged as he sunk his claws into the bedding and held Lyysic's shoulders tight. The pace quickly became uneven, and as he pulled back, lifting Lyysic's hips off the bed, the silver drake braced himself. With a final, sharp thrust of the furred dragon's hips, Lyysic's rump was driven into the mattress. It felt like the wind was driven out of Lyysic's lungs as he felt Niiren's cock throb once, twice, and then a sudden warmth washed into him. The knot buried inside of him was unyielding, as the rest of the ridged length pulsed with every surge of hot seed. Looking up, Lyysic watched as Niiren's lips curled back into a blissful snarl and felt the low rumble of a conquering roar resonate in the furred drake's chest. The pressure inside him felt immense—between the hard length and the increasing amount of hot cum flooding his hind end, Lyysic felt like he was going to burst. His own cock remained at full mast, even as Niiren's groan softened and the pulses of seed became gentle.

Looking up at Niiren with a small, breathless smile, Lyysic rocked his hips in time with the larger drake's throbs. Each movement earned him another spurt of seed and a shudder that ran down the length of the furred dragon's body. He continued until Niiren managed to focus his brilliant green eyes and meet his gaze.

Niiren continued to pant but gently nuzzled under Lyysic's jaw with his snout as he continued to pump more seed into the smaller drake. "I wasn't too rough, was I?" he asked, tracing small nibbles behind Lyysic's cheek. "I should have asked about a neck bite, sorry—"

"It's fine," Lyysic said softly and swallowed as Niiren continued to devote small kisses and nibbles to his sensitive throat. "It was... actually quite nice. No one had done that before."

Niiren rumbled a low growl of thanks and stepped his forepaws off of Lyysic's wings. Stepping back, he lifted himself off of the smaller drake and looked down at where they were joined. "This won't go down any time soon," he remarked, gently running a paw down Lyysic's hard length. "Not that I mind, you feel amazing," he added as Lyysic shuddered in overstimulation.

"I... I don't think it minds either," Lyysic groaned and felt his tailhole involuntarily clench down on Niiren's swollen cock. "But it... gods... if you keep doing that, I..." he gasped incoherently as the furred drake stroked from top to knot again.

"Keep doing that? Okay, got it." Niiren grinned, even as the silver drake pouted up at him. After stroking one last time for good measure, Niiren ceased tormenting his new mate and instead gripped the smaller dragon's leg.

Lyysic shivered as Niiren gently and slowly moved his hind leg out from around the larger dragon's waist, carefully rolling him to his side. The sensation of Niiren's knot rotating inside him made him stiffen, but any discomfort was quickly washed away as the larger dragon lay behind him as best he could. Letting out a small croon, Lyysic's heart melted as Niiren used a large paw to pull himself close against Lyysic's back. Warmth emanated from the furred dragon's body as he draped a wing over Lyysic, sheltering him from the world.

Catching his breath, Lyysic glanced back to see Niiren grinning mischievously as his paw drifted down his front toward his cock and resumed gently stroking it. The other dragon's touch made him arch his back into Niiren's underside and push his head up under the furred drake's chin. “Are you trying to stop it from going soft, are you?" Lyysic murmured, enjoying the dragon's affections.

Niiren idly toyed with the hard length as he tucked his other forepaw under Lyysic and held him closer. “Maaaybe," he grinned before pulling his head back and licking the silver drake between the horns. “You feel so good when you clench like that. It's like you're milking my dick," he added, bringing his paw down behind Lyysic's knot and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Coiling his tail around Niiren's, Lyysic let out a gentle murmur of a retort before groaning as the other drake's cock throbbed inside him again. The furred drake continued to gently lick between his horns affectionately, and as Lyysic enjoyed the attention, he swallowed and found his words. “How long do you usually stay hard for?" he asked. In his experience, the time a drake could remain knotted varied greatly. He had heard stories of some staying hard for hours, but in his experience, he had yet to be with a drake that could stay tied for longer than a few minutes.

“Mmmnhmmm, hard to say," Niiren mused, chuckling at his own joke as he continued to stroke Lyysic's cock. Using the soft pads of his palm and thumb, he took his sweet time tracing his touch up and down Lyysic's length as he seemed to ponder the question. “I think the scent is still having an effect on me. It was some pretty strong stuff."

Lyysic took a series of small sniffs. The scent was still hanging in the air, but it was by no means as potent as it had been. “Are you sure?" he asked, and couldn't stop his hips from rocking as Niiren softly stroked behind his knot again before tracing his touch up to his tip.

“I think so, but I'm thinking we make the most of it," Niiren said cryptically and let go of Lyysic's cock so he could reach past him to where he had discarded his harness on his end table.

Confused by what he meant, Lyysic watched as the furred drake's paws struggled with a pouch on the front before the buckle came free and he extracted a familiar sample container. “You stole it from work?" Lyysic asked as Niiren brought it closer to them both.

“The run was ruined, and it would have been thrown out," Niiren grinned and licked Lyysic's forehead again to reassure him. “So, I'm thinking that once this knot goes down…" his words halted as he rocked his hips back to test his tie and found Lyysic still tied tightly to him. “We crack this open and you fuck me silly," he added, and Lyysic's breath hitched at the idea. “You can fuck me all weekend, as long as I can have another go with your tight ass again," he rumbled possessively and placed the sample bottle in Lyysic's paw so he could hold the smaller dragon tightly against him. “How does that sound?"

Lyysic pressed himself back into the drake's embrace. “Better than any bar I know," he replied warmly.