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[Part of the problem with being a financial advisor, Ali realized, was that it meant he had to work. And it wasn't even the fun kinds of 'work' like stacking coins and sorting them by the quality of their gold or silver, oh no. The king had made it quite clear that any coin-counting was to be done only when requested, or outside of working hours. No, Ali had to do things like read and fill out paperwork, or run analytics on tax revenue and what kind of surplus or expenditures there were in the quarter. Or, at the very least, he had to assign all of that work to one of his several secretaries. After all, he at to at least keep up the appearances of being a financial advisor, and over the last few decades he had gotten pretty good at that. It wasn't impossible, but it also wasn't nearly as fun as counting coins.

Of course, he would get odd looks if he just sat around counting coins all day. To anyone else looking in, they did not see the fearsome dragon Aligrezoph, guardian of the kingdom's treasury. They saw Ali, a normal- albeit quirky- man who kept a very small social circle in the finance department and spent most of his days trying to keep expenditures to a minimum while saving up as much as he could. All for the kingdom's benefit, of course. It totally wasn't so there would be an even bigger pile of coins for Ali to count on his breaks.

Indeed, most who looked at Ali would just see an average-looking man. shoulder-length black hair tied back with a black ribbon, piercing blue eyes, a perpetual frown stuck on his face in most situations. A lean body that was more built for flexibility and speed than strength, and a very simple style of dress in neutral colors. He looked every bit like a stuffy accountant, though Ali would argue that he wasn't really THAT stuffy. He was just comfortable with the form!

He also would not talk about his other form under any circumstances.

On that day, Ali had an armful of expense reports with him. There was to be a meeting, and he had stayed up all night with two of his secretaries preparing these reports. With the midsummer festival coming up, the festivities had to be decided upon and paid for. And, as usual, Ali wanted to keep the expenses as low as possible. For the good of the kingdom, of course. Ultimately his team had prepared a few possible expense reports, with varying amounts spent on decorations, hiring out staff, and paying guards for keeping the peace. Any one of his plans would be acceptable, but Ali was sure that someone would complain. There was always someone who complained and called him a 'coin-pinching cheapskate', but those complaints had picked up more in recent years. Already Ali was annoyed just from the thought of the argument that would happen that day when he butted heads with a certain other advisor. Sparks would fly as usual, and these weren't the good kind of sparks.

But Ali was willing to give it a chance. As people arrived at the meeting- a meeting between the king and his dozen or so advisors in the various ways of running the kingdom- Ali worked to lay out one set of expense reports at each desk. It was only two pages of paper per table spot, so hopefully everyone liked to read!

Of course, when Ali passed a certain advisor, he had to fight the urge to make a snide comment. Instead, he just held out the two-page document to him, trying not to show too much contempt when he spoke.]

Do take care of those papers, will you? My staff stayed up all night finishing them.

[He was a dragon in hiding, not a snake in hiding, but his words still had bite to them.]

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Yes.

[simple as that, from Concord, before he cracks the slightest smile. He's not really a sort to broadly grin. It does look handsome on his face, all the more so for being a rare sight.]

In your office, I had asked you about companionship. This is plenty suitable to fill that need.

[he slips his own hand from between them, meeting with his other at Ali's lower back. He rubs broad palms there, massaging around Ali's hips. He teases, quietly]

It was cute that you dressed up.

[That smile does something to Ali. He's never seen Concord smile like that before, and he swears he can feel his heart skip a beat. He had been lecturing himself mentally for acting like a lovestruck teenager before, but this is the moment where he really feels it. He's caught it bad.

He can't even respond to the comment about companionship. As happy as he feels to hear Concord calling it that, his mind is still rebelling against putting a name to whatever it is they have. They bicker and argue all the time, and Ali sometimes finds himself enjoying the bickering (especially when he wins), that's not really companionship is it?

To avoid showing how his face has dropped from confidence to insecurity, he leans forward against Concord again. It's better to be close and hide himself, he doesn't want to be visibly embarrassed.]

Well it's the proper thing to do, isn't it? It's a festival.

[A festival he only saw at a distance, with the company of one person, in an arguably romantic way.

Companionship. He's going to be running from that word for a while.]

It is... [Concord hugs and holds Ali in his broad arms, letting the man have whatever comfort he's seeking in it.

He does look over the crowd, mingling and awaiting the show of fireworks. Concord's mind is drifting elsewhere, though, maybe because there is a particular thought come to him.

They could be plenty loud while literal fireworks are going off, couldn't they? Not that anybody is much in this wing of the castle, or nearby to Ali's secluded lair of a room by the treasury, but he still thinks it.

He dips in close to Ali's ear and says with his own heat]

We should do something improper before it is over.

[It takes Ali a moment to remember that had been their plan initially anyway: have relations while everyone else is away from the castle for the festival. Ali had taken the time to prepare for it, even, gathering the materials that the book he found said they would need. Still, he shivers reflexively as he feels that voice close to his ear. And, also reflexively, he grumbles out a quick complaint.]

Not up here we're not! If we're going to be improper, it's going to be in the proper place.

[Down a flight of stairs, tucked away in Ali's private quarters. He wants a bed for this kind of activity.]

[Concord hadn't even considered fooling around up on the balcony, but the fresh air sounds rather nice. Perhaps another time, if they turn out to be as compatible with further sexual acts than just what they can get away with in Ali's office...

He loosens his embrace on Ali, though his words still follow close by his ear. Feels like that heat is starting to radiate off of him, if he gets worked up!]

Show me to the more proper place, then. Lead the way.

Very well.

[He's trying to sound like he's completely calm, but there's no hiding the jolt of excitement in him. They're sneaking off to have sex and it feels somewhat scandalous. In the past it's been in the heat of the moment, but this is actually planned and thought about with a clear mind. And Ali is someone who second-guesses everything when he thinks about it with a clear mind.

But he's not second-guessing this, just trying to look cool and all. Which is why he'll push past Concord and go back to the door. He has to drop the warming magic to make a magic light again, but it's fine. They will both be plenty warm by the time they get into bed.

Ali's heart is pounding the entire way down to his quarters though. He might be trying to be calm, but he is absolutely not calm. He's excited, and a little nervous. And once they get down to where Ali's quarters are, he'll pause for a moment to say something.]

You found our previous discussion agreeable, yes? About...you know, what is about to happen.

[Ali, indirectly asking if he can still top.]

[Following after Ali in silence, he perks up when spoken too. Ali might jolt or laugh or both when he turns to ask his question. Concord already has his tunic peeled over his head, pulling it off his arms so he's bare chested. Casual, he replies.]

... Yes. [is this enough show that he's eager for what is going on here? Not just agreeing, but enthusiastic, somewhat impatient at this point. He folds and neatly sets it aside, taking his sandals off after. Considering Concord was always dressed collar to toe in his uniform, maybe it's strange to see him so easily stripping down. It only takes him a moment to have only the kilt left on, the high waist of it covering that scar he mentioned. Without knowing that, he'd look pristine for a warrior. To the point one might guess he's some coward show-pony, never having seen combat. That couldn't be further from the truth, but appearances are deceptive with unicorns. Most saw a simple man or, when he was transformed, merely a beautiful stallion.]

[Yeah, he's definitely jolting in surprise when he turns and is face-to-face with a shirtless Concord. He should have expected it, but somehow he hadn't.

And now he's left staring, because Concord is indeed a very attractive man. It's making Ali's mouth feel a little dry just from looking at him. The thirst is real.]

...ah, yes. Good.

[Then, a moment later, Ali seems to get a hold of himself and suddenly looks just a little peeved. It's close to his usual annoyance, especially whenever Concord has started something with him in a meeting, but the presence of a pink blush on his face might betray that it's not just him being annoyed. Other kinds of 'bothered' are involved here.]

Don't just strip your clothes off suddenly! There's a- a process to everything!

[He is absolutely bothered right now. So bothered that he's making vague hand gestures to try and accentuate his point.

Show-pony looks or not, Ali finds Concord to be very attractive. This is going to be a problem if he ever has to look at Concord in a state of undress with other people around. He might have to avoid the training grounds just to be safe.]

[With just his kilt left on, he tosses Ali a more wry smirk. Very subtle, but the confidence turns strangely devilish on a man known to give off the air of pure virtue. He loops a thumb into the waistband and rest it there with ease. He won't go further, but there's this present idea he wants to.

And there's always poise to how Concord moves, a regimented grace that fine soldiers have. It's clear in just a few steps towards Ali, his free hand reaching up to cradle Ali's chin in his palm. A press of his thumb over the dragon's heated face, to respond]

You have to keep up with me, Ali. [if he's three steps ahead, no lagging behind! Catch up!]

[Oh. Oh dear.

There's something unbelievably hot about Concord's movements there, and Ali sort of freezes up when Concord touches his face. His brain is short-circuiting and he is trying his best to think of a witty comeback, but he's very flustered right now. So much so that he stammers over his words for a moment.]

That- you-

[It would be all too easy to let himself get swept up in all of this and let Concord do whatever he wants, nobody would blame Ali for being taken in by Concord's attractiveness. Lord, that smirk, it has Ali absolutely ruined.

But no, that's not Ali's style. He's competitive to a fault and easily goaded into responding. So after a few moments of gears spinning in his mind, he finally pulls back slightly from Concord so he can rub at his face. Then he gives a more proper response.]

You hadn't said 'go' yet!

[A weak protest, but Ali's spirit is still there.

And yes he's working to undo his shirt and pull it off now. Mission accomplished at least? Ali intends on keeping up.]

[No small part of Concord wants to step forward for every step Ali takes back, grab him, and throw him on the bed. He resists in part out of respect, but in part because they already agreed that wouldn't really be what was going on tonight. Ali wants to be the lead and Concord wants to be lead. Tempting as it might be to subvert that, Concord being an aggressive person by his nature, he can maintain control of the urge.

In a show of deferring, he walks around Ali instead of at him again, moving to his back. His hands move and take the back of his shirt and, moving at Ali's pace, smoohtly help him slip out of it.

The fact Concord leans in to kiss a largely healed bruise on his neck, from the last time they fucked around, is as playful as it is placating a gesture.]

You already said go, with your actions.

[Ali would honestly enjoy that much more than he lets on. It's a fantastic idea that might have to be explored another time, when Ali isn't so focused on doing things 'right' and making sure he shows Concord what he knows. They're both inexperienced and he still wants to act like he knows what he's doing.

Also, as Concord helps Ali out of his shirt, he'll be able to see something interesting: on Ali's back, over his shoulders, are two black marks that resemble dragon wings. They look like a tattoo might, but much more detailed and brightly colored than any tattoo in this time can possibly be. Ali is quick to turn around once his shirt is off though, he's determined to keep facing Concord. He's also going for his pants too, quickly undoing the laces there, though he has to glance down occasionally to make sure he's doing it right.]

Well! Now who's the one falling behind?

[He shouldn't have said that though, pants are slower to take off than a kilt.]

[The tattoo like markings do get fingers glances across by Concord, before Ali is turning around to face him once more. Challenged to his face this time, he reaches both his hands to Ali's pants, hooks his fingers into the waistband, and tugs Ali flush with his front.

Once there, he'll wait for those laces to be done, then he's tugging down anything Ali is wearing, smallclothes beneath his slacks and all. Ali can get ahead on this one... Because it takes much less to reach for his kilt, unfasten the side, and let it drop from his waist. He'd not even bothered wearing anything beneath it, given what they were getting up to. His cock is halfway erect, early pressing forward to Ali in response to the exposure. Ali's more delicate form doesn't hurt how excited he's getting, either, admiring the dragon for his smooth and slender features.

That scar is there too, the only true blemish on Concord's body. Two marks, really, one at his back and this one, where the blade came out his front. He scar tissue was blue-silver and indented, twisted from the slow messy recovery of injury. Ali won't be too hung up on it, he can hope... they have better things to be concerned with.

Namely, his eyes fall all over Ali, fully stripped and pressed to his front]

That is one of your requirements met. [their both being safely removed of their clothing,] Remind me the others.

[Well, that's a quick way to get naked. Ali won't complain though, he's already stepping out of his clothes and kicking them aside as Concord finishes off his kilt. Ali had heard rumors of men wearing nothing under those things, but he'd never seen it verified until now. Interesting knowledge to have.

Ali does feel a bit inadequate next to Concord's form- Ali is not built for strength at all, and is much more like an average non-soldier man- but he tries to push those thoughts away. Inadequacies can't chase him forever, and he wouldn't be happy in a big beefy body either. Similarly, he does glance down for a moment at the scar tissue on Concord, but he just as quickly glances away. He's not going to ask about it, not right now. He already knows enough.]

Well. I did say it was best done on a bed.

[And at that, he'll nudge forward a bit, trying to press Concord back towards the bed. Ali is much like Concord, his dick is stirring in interest, and he wants to get situated before they get too deeply into 'passionate lovemaking'. Two experiences already has told him that they tend to get lost in the moment when they get too handsy with each other.]

And we need a few key supplies too.

[If Concord happens to look over, he might be able to see that there is a nightstand next to the bed. In addition to holding a lamp- the only source of light in the room currently- there is a small bottle and towel on the surface. Ali's 'supplies', most likely.]

[Any feeling of inadequacy is surely misplaced, given that Concord simply isn't attracted to men like himself. Other soldiers and men like the King, they're too much brothers to him. Ali, though, he's different. He's got a unique appeal, all slim and yet not delicate. Being a dragon, Concord is sure he's tougher than he puts forth, could get thrown around more than his frame would imply of the average man. This all wouldn't be happening if Ali wasn't the way that he is.

The two are precisely on the same page in regard to getting too hot and heavy right away. Concord wants to press his lips to Ali's, grab all over him, toss him onto the mattress... but he's behaving. He's following at Ali's pace. Getting lost in their passions will surely happen soon enough, he doesn't need to rush it.]

How do you want me laid out? [a straightforward and practical question, if he's going to be prepared for this, or instructed by Ali on the matter. The dragon better get good at composing himself and voicing all the knowledge locked up in his head. Concord isn't completely naive, he recognizes the oil and what it is for, it's the practical experience he lacks... not the imagination.]

[That question actually makes Ali pause for a moment. He looks like he's ready to answer, but his mouth hangs open for a second before he closes it, brows furrowing in thought.

Give him a couple seconds before he responds, he'll get to it.]

...well. The book said that if the 'receiver' is on their knees it will go smoother, but I'd rather be looking at you during.

[The ultimate conundrum: stare lovingly into each other's eyes, or go for the way that's probably the easiest to do? Ali gives Concord a curious glance.]

Do you, er...what do you think? You're the one who will be...you know.

We can try both. I see no reason not to.

[They'll already be experimenting, so figuring out what positions from a variety only sounds natural to him. Human bodies can have sex in all manner of ways, of which Concord has only recently become particularly intrigued by.

He moves and lays back onto the bed, adjusting some pillows at his back to sit up against. A quirk of his head to Ali, leveling a challenge in his usual way,]

You will have more than one round in you, I take it.

[He's not wrong, they can try both. But Ali isn't entirely sure that they can try both in one night. Both times prior he had felt pretty spent after one go, will he have it in him to go a second time? Ali's mind races, thinking about the possibilities. Maybe if they take a short rest first, just to recover his stamina. Or maybe if they switch positions and Concord takes the lead next-

Ali shakes his head quickly, trying to chase out those thoughts. The possibilities are working him up, but he wants to be with Concord in the present, not in his imagination.]

Of course I can. [He says that in a scoffing manner, sounding more confident than he feels.] I was more concerned with you needing a break after.

[Finally he climbs onto the bed with Concord, pausing momentarily to consider his options before ultimately sitting next to Concord on the bed. He knows where he'll have to be when they get going, but they need to get worked up first, right? So he's leaning in close, close enough to kiss Concord, but he says one more sentence first:]

Unless you think you can keep up?

[That's when he finally closes the gap for a kiss.]

[He was going to answer, snap something back in words, but Ali muffles him with a kiss. Which does work, shuts him right up. He meets that with passion and desire he's been holding back until now. What a long week it had been, waiting to have Ali's body on his again.

Since he doesn't want to break away to speak his response, he'll show Ali the kind of pace he's hoping for. Strong hands grab and roll Ali over top of him. He doesn't mind how their legs tangle up, if Ali straddles him or fits between his legs, anything works. Whatever gets their naked bodies pressed together, gets Ali's heat and weight baring down on him again.

All while he laps his tongue out across the dragon's lips and teeth and tongue if he can only reach. Concord is chasing that smokey flavor only Ali has.]

[It's a little awkward, being moved around and struggling to get his legs to cooperate. The book definitely didn't mention that, or the overthinking, or any of the other strange hiccups they have experienced so far. But if anything, Concord accepting those moments and not being too upset about them helps calm Ali's nerves. He knows he's not perfect, but having someone who accepts him as he is helps soothe his worries.

It takes a bit of rolling and wiggling, but eventually Ali does end up between Concord's legs. All without breaking the kiss, how talented of them! He finds it easier to sink into that kiss when he's over Concord too, and he groans softly as he easily parts his lips to let Concord in. He places his arms on either side of Concord's head to hold himself up, letting them continue to kiss without Ali falling on top of Concord entirely.

He does press closer lower, though, moving his hips down so their cocks press together. Ali is still growing to full hardness, but the contact definitely helps him get there more quickly. And being between Concord's legs lets him grind down against Concord easily too, making almost a mirror image of how they came together their first time.]

[Ali might considering the fumbling and adjusting to be awkward, but Concord enjoy it. The contact, the exploration of where and how they fit together, it only riles him up more. The bumps in the road are fun, interesting parts of the experience. He opens his legs so Ali can fit between them, letting his knees rise up at the dragon's sides.

When their groins meet, Concord is rock hard, already dripping from anticipation. He felt casual and assured in his desires, so there's no shame for him in his body showing as much. Ali grinding down against him does promptly bring him back to that first time the broke and went at it in a fit of passion. How things had already changed from then to this...

He moan deep in his throat for Ali to buck into him, reaching both his hands to hold Ali beneath his ribs. What is it going to feel like to have him slide that hot cock inside of him? He's tried not to fantasize too much over that, but largely failed. It's too tantalizing a thought, Ali pounding into him. Can't rush ahead, can't get right to that, there are steps to this. His nips his teeth at Ali's lower lip, as if that's supposed to get across his scarcely contained impatience.]

[That moan gets Ali to smile into their kiss, pleased with how Concord is reacting. He wants to have Concord moaning and at his mercy, begging for more. Nothing would rile him up more than seeing his somewhat-rival writing in pleasure underneath him. But he's also enjoying how impatient Concord is getting too, how his nips are getting sharper.

Ah, but Ali is supposed to be the one in control here, isn't he? They're moving at his pace, and he feels tempted to poke at Concord's impatience. Deny him for a little bit, to get him worked up further. That sounds like a fun idea. And to further that idea, he wraps a finger around a small bit of Concord's hair, giving it a gentle tug. Be patient, he seems to be saying silently. That grin is still plastered on his face though, even through their kisses.

It's a temporary bit of teasing, he'll move on soon, but he loves seeing Concord's reactions to his hair being tugged and played with.]

[How could Concord forget that Ali knows just what buttons to push, already? Going for his hair is a winning shortcut, truly. That confident moan is replaced with a gasp, breaking their kiss with it. His fingertips dig down into Ali's back while his thighs briefly bounce shut, pressing Ali's hips between them. Anything to do with his hair makes his face flush red, heated from the mixture of embarrassment at his own reactions to it and the frustration it causes him.

Despite all that and their mouths being briefly separated, he makes no demands for Ali to knock it off. It simply feels too good, even if it shouldn't be all the dragon relies on to get his way, there's plenty to indulge in before he thinks it's too far. He bites Ali's lip right after, suckling the spot until swollen.]

[He won't keep tugging on it, Ali knows the importance of saving secret weapons like that for selective use. He chuckles as he untangles that bit of hair from his fingers though, feeling that his point has been made. Except not really, because then Concord is sucking on his lip, and by the time he pulls away from that attack he's got a swollen bottom lip to contend with. He'll complain about that later- it's a visible sign they're sleeping together, he can't cover up his lips- but he's not thinking of that right now. He's got something else on his mind.]

My, someone's impatient.

[Ali is leaning back though, propping himself up between Concord's legs by sitting back on his knees. As he moves he drags his hands across Concord's chest, letting the warm palms press against Concord's skin. This whole thing is very heated, Ali is feeling warmer and he's sure Concord does too, but he likes giving a bit of a tease with touch too.

Once he's up on his knees, he'll reach over to the side table for that bottle too.]

[Concord is sure he's never been this wound up before. He gets teased and it just makes him more bullheaded. He leans in when Ali is reaching for the oil, fitting himself into the nook beside his head and over his shoulder, whispering direct to his ear. He speaks so quietly, that it's basically required if Ali is going to hear him fully, and he likes how it works up Ali in turn.]

Yes. I want you. [He pulls back after that, wanting to see Ali's reaction. The added plumpness to his bottom lip is really precious, makes him look all the more ready to pout. Concord also isn't thinking of how that will appear to others. Would anybody guess that Ali was having a secret affair? Surely, nobody could possibly guess it was with Concord...

Adjusting himself, he drags a pillow from behind his shoulders down beneath his hips. He probably shouldn't have his ass sat down on the bed, if they're doing this. He leans back and with pitch perfect, if entirely unintentional, smug seduction levels another]

Keep up.

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