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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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[virtuesignal]

You- You are no unicorn!

[Concord defends, simple as that. He wouldn't mean something like towards a non-unicorn, that's just... Outrageous! Not suiting of his station or his kind. There are already so few unicorns, messing about with dragon in such a way would be frivolous.

Why is Concord suddenly thinking on the topic so much? He'd only had a single cup of wine, it isn't that. He looks to Ali with that frown still planted on his face, though there is something like concern there now. Concern for the strange tension he's quite suddenly cluing into. What is this?]

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Well you can't expect me to adhere to the rules of unicorn mating rituals if you're not going to do so yourself!

[To emphasize his point, he's going to use his free hand to jab at Concord's chest accusingly. It's meant to emphasize his point, really.

...maybe it's partially because he wants to goad Concord into responding further. Or partially because this is a little embarrassing and he wants to take out those frustrations on Concord. In Ali's mind this is clearly Concord's fault and he will shift the blame accordingly.]

I at least have the excuse of not knowing!

[virtuesignal]

[Concord reacts entirely on impulse. Ali leans in closer and pokes as his chest and Concord grabs his wrist. Instead of wrenching it away or batting at his arm, he presses the man's hand flat to his own chest. He leans in towards him, his height and stature looming over Ali-

It might be intimidating if it wasn't for his tone. Not threatening so much as heated for his usual quiet, but it still sounds like a warning,]

Aligrezoph... [Act. Act. Do something, Concord. His mind chants at him, Ali held so close to him. Two options. Back off or- kiss him. Kiss him? Now? Why is that his second option?

He does neither, he stills between, looking to Ali for some signal. What are they doing?]

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[The glass of wine falls out of Ali's other hand, clattering to the ground and spilling all over the wood floor. Eyes wide in surprise, all Ali can do is stare at the man leaning over him, breaths sounding loud in the otherwise quiet room. He had been trying to prod Concord to a reaction, but this isn't quite the reaction he had been expecting.

Then he hears his name- his full name, even pronounced correctly, something that even his king struggles with- and it's like a switch flips within him. The closeness, the way his emotions are already running high, the charged air, it's enough to push him to act. Concord might be hesitating further, but Ali isn't.

Both of Ali's hands reach out for the front of Concord's shirt, and he pulls Concord down into a firm kiss. Thankfully Ali does have some experience with kissing in this human form he has taken, so it's not too sloppy. But it's certainly more forceful than a sweet kiss. It suits their relationship, really.]

[virtuesignal]

Mmph-! [A very eloquent noise from Concord, a recurring event for this evening in Ali's office. It's surprised, but not displeased. Ali pulls him into a kiss and their mouths collide. While Ali seems to know what he's doing, Concord is more awkward in the gesture.

That doesn't he's not eager. Concord moves into the kiss, reciprocating with a passion suiting the tension of the moment. It's a kiss full of want and desire, any initial clumsiness falls away as he continues to match the dragon. His lips are plush and his breath is hot to mix with Ali's, opening his mouth to slip his tongue out and taste the dragon's mouth.

What more is there to want... he considers the answer is, shockingly enough, Ali. His grip on the dragon's wrist loosens, slides up to hold over the back of his hand at his chest. His hand holding the empty glass of wine fumbles to set it aside, but eventually gives up and simply throws it aside. The other glass was dropped and it seems extremely unimportant about now. He wants that hand on Ali. He reaches it to wrap around his back, pulling him in even closer]

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[Eager is plenty here, any inexperience can be made up for with enthusiastic participation. Concord seems to be picking up on what to do quickly anyway, as evidenced by what he's doing with that tongue of his. Ali feels that tongue against his lips and he gasps quietly in surprise, giving Concord access to his mouth. That gasp turns to a moan as their tongues slide together, letting them taste each other freely.

Originally he had grabbed for Concord just to pull him closer, but now he's holding on tightly as their bodies press together. Sitting side by side like this isn't really conductive to kissing though, turning his body to the side is going to make him sore before too long. So he lets go of Concord's shirt in favor of holding onto his shoulders, giving him more balance to shift his body to face Concord more fully. One of his knees ends up bumping into Concord's, and he decides that fuck it, they're already this far in and he has no intention of stopping. If Concord doesn't stop him, Ali is going to slip on over so he's in Concord's lap, which will give him enough additional height to be taller than Concord as he tries to take control of the kiss.]

[virtuesignal]

[Ali gasping and moaning against him is nothing Concord would have thought was even... possible. All of a sudden, he's hungry for nothing else. He wants Ali to keep making such noises, wants them to ring in his ears so much louder. Not to mention the taste of him, mixing with Concord's. A unicorn will always smell and taste of their home, the land they're supposed to look over. Given the forested nature of the Kingdom, Concord tastes like spring water and moss, fresh and bitter. He would have guessed Ali would taste metallic or smokey, now he knows for sure what it's like.

And he likes it, regardless of what it actually is. He also wants to adjust, considers turning himself and pushing Ali backward onto the lounger to crawl over top him. As he hesitates, Ali again beats him to a better positioning, instead crawling over top him. Concord helps pull him along, moving his hands to each of Ali's hips, holding him down onto his lap firmly. The dragon wasn't very heavy, but his weight pressing into him makes Concord all the more heated.

While he felt an embarrassing jolt of arousal having his hair pulled on, it hadn't actually aroused him physically. Now, with Ali sitting on his lap, hands digging into his shoulders, Concord feels himself growing stiff. His well fit uniform doesn't exactly make it easy to hide, especially because, well, at his stature and being what he is, he's well endowed enough that Ali is sure to notice.

Not that Concord really minds. He just wants to keep moving his lips and tongues against Ali's, groping up his sides and gripping his hipbones]

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[The taste of the wine on Ali's lips mixes well with the smoky flavor that lingers there naturally. He's all ember and fire, a holdover from his dragon form that can't be completely covered up with his human disguise. Likewise, Ali savors that fresh flavor on Concord's tongue, eating it up like a fire consumes a forest. And with no reason to stop right now, Ali is going to keep consuming Concord, only breaking the kiss here and there to get a quick breath of air before diving right back in. If nothing else, at least Ali doesn't do things in half measures.

He does feel Concord growing stiff against him, and he feels a moment of triumph over that. Knowing that he's the one causing such a reaction in the unicorn makes him feel a surge of pride and accomplishment, and Concord might feel a smirk in their kisses. It also drives him to press his hips down against Concord instinctively, applying pressure to both of their groins. Ali isn't quite as stiff as Concord is, but he's getting there and pressing this close is certainly helping. He has to suppress a shiver of pleasure that shoots right up his spine at the contact, and even that isn't completely covered up. Concord might be able to feel that, but Ali can't bring himself to care too much at the moment. He's too focused on touching and tasting as much of Concord as he can, at least in this short time before his mind catches up with where their bodies have gone.]

[virtuesignal]

[Ali's wine tinged, smokey taste is downright intoxicating to Concord. He wants to eat, drink, and breathe it in, all at once. It does feel like consuming and being consumed. He never have thought he'd want something like that, like this. One of the times Ali breaks to catch a breath, no matter how short, Concord is not willing to break his mouth from the other man. He presses his lips to Ali's jaw, trailing kisses down his neck, nipping at him with teeth and suckling at soft skin.

His hands wander, fumbling at clothing layers to get beneath Ali's robes, trying to find skin to touch. He seeks out the dragon's natural warmth, wanting to feel it against his fingertips. His hands are broad and tough with smoothed over callouses. Concord's attentions are firm without being violent, gaining confidence as they continue to escalate this. Whatever this is.]

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[Interestingly enough, Ali does run a bit warm compared to normal humans. Not so warm that it would be noticeable most of the time, but it's hard to miss with direct skin-to-skin contact like this. Concord's hands feel cool on his skin in contrast, and it makes Ali jump slightly at the sudden contact. Not that he's complaining though, he's going to reward Concord's boldness with a roll of his hips.

Holding onto Concord's shoulders isn't really enough anymore though, and instead Ali finds himself slipping his arms around those shoulders to hold onto him that way, fingers gripping the back of Concord's shirt. Since Concord is paying such wonderful attention to his neck, he'll tip his head back to give the man more skin to toy with. His robes aren't high-collared, thankfully, so there is a decent amount of skin exposed and waiting. And to encourage Concord's exploration, Ali will call out quiet words of encouragement.]

Mmm...just like that, keep going...

[virtuesignal]

[If Concord had a tail while in this form, it would have been wagging at Ali's words. Something about hearing his encouragement really gets Concord riled up. He's never heard the dragon sound like this. It becomes his absolute goal to keep Ali urging him in such a way.

He continues to give attention to Ali's neck, indulging in marking hickies along the soft skin there. Every moan and bob of his Adam's apple and hum from the man is a reward. Breaking away from this, stopping even though it is so strange to be doing this together, is not at all on Concord's mind. He wants more. He wants Ali to keep writhing his hips down against his now stiff cock, bulging the once pressed front of his slacks. His hands tug at fastens and peel buttons from their loops, opening up robes until he can reveal Ali's naked chest.

Concord mouth redirects to that, trailing down his neck, emboldened by being told to continue. The dragon's slim form is absurdly attractive over top of him, held in his grasp, and Concord does not want to let go or separate from him. He wants to keep lavishing attention, indulging in kissing at his delicate collar bone and flat chest. Ali might not like the reminder of his own petiteness, but Concord is appreciating his form with low, groaning noises behind each kiss and lap with his tongue.]

[srsbznss]

[Thankfully Ali isn't thinking about his size or how inadequate he feels about it. Though the thoughts collect for a moment when his chest is exposed, they are quickly chased away by the liberal application of kisses to those sensitive spots on his collar bone and chest. It's hard to worry about anything when his head is spinning from the heat and pleasant tingles running through his body. If Concord likes the sounds Ali is making, then he's about to be treated to more of them. With nothing occupying his mouth, all Ali can do is groan in pleasure between his sharp, quick breaths.

It's not nearly enough though, and Ali quickly finds himself growing frustrated and impatient. He may not have any practical sexual experience, but physical matters run more on instinct anyway, and he knows right where he wants more pressure. And judging by how hard Concord is, the unicorn might be feeling the same way too. Which is why he's going to let go of Concord with one hand and snake said hand down between them, careful to avoid interrupting Concord's kisses as he reaches for the front of Concord's pants. Impatience has driven him to try and free Concord's dick from his clothes, though it's going to take him a moment to do it one-handed. His other hand is still busy holding onto Concord for dear life.]

[virtuesignal]

[Though Ali tries to not interrupt with his hand grasping down at Concord, it does just that. Concord's slacks are tugged on, tightening the already near unbearable strain of fabric holding him in. He grunts to separate his mouth and straight up some, looking at Ali with a lusty haze to his eyes. His lips are wet and some drool has trailed down his chin from a corner of his mouth, given him a disheveled look he never presents in public.

It seems to dawn on him just how far this is getting with them both, muttering]

Ali.... what are we doing-? [a thought that's about as there and gone as his voice saying it. It's not said with his usual naivety, Concord is well aware that this is sex, or at least getting to it. He's more questioning what they are doing, how this could be happening to the pair in paritcular.

It's gone though, he doesn't need an answer. He is grabbing for Ali's waist robes in turn, peeling them aside to expose the dragon in his lap. As if leveling a challenge, he says,]

You are not... getting to me first. [he got hard first, but he'll be damned if he's the one out of his clothes first..! Will he see every level of this as a different win or loss? Maybe, perhaps, it's difficult to say with Ali.]

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[Ali isn't really thinking too far ahead into what they are doing. He knows they won't be able to do much, if only because Ali has no idea how sex between two men is supposed to work. This is something he's going to have to research to do fully, at a later time. But for the time being, a lot can be done with hands, and that is his intention right now. Even if they can't have sex like a man and a woman would, other things can be done.

He doesn't admit to not thinking this through, though. Instead, he focuses on that challenge Concord has issued, and he'll add some words of his own as he keeps struggling with Concord's pants.]

Do you even know what to do? Like hell are you getting to me first.

[Ali's pants- a plain garment worn under his robes- are a simple affair though, and Concord should have no trouble pulling them down. Ali quickly realizes this and he lets out a quick curse word before shifting his body weight so he can sit in Concord's lap without using his other arm to hold onto Concord. Then he'll slip that hand down to the front of Concord's pants, so that he can hopefully have more luck at freeing Concord's dick. He absolutely sees this as another 'loss' if Concord frees him first, this whole encounter has become a competition.]

[virtuesignal]

I... I do not. Ali. I have never taken a mate... [said with a strictness that's only there to try and cover up his vulnerability to admitting such a thing. As Concord so often is, he's being honest. That seems like something Ali should know, if they're getting into this, right? Concord isn't sure how much it matters. He understands how this works from stories told by soldiers, mostly. Bawdy, exaggerated tales of passion, sure, Concord never took them all that seriously.

In this scenario, such romances don't sound so far fetched. And so he hesitates. He waits for Ali to take the lead. His own slacks open from buttons down their front, peeled open to allow his cock to bob out. The smallclothes he wore beneath had done little to contain him, having fallen aside as he swelled within his slacks. Given his stature, the size of his cock really shouldn't be surprising, but still impressive... or infuriating. Just another element of Concord that felt like he'd been particularly gifted.

He will pull down Ali's pants while he's distracted by such a reveal. Equal ground.]

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[The satisfaction at having 'won' by exposing Concord first is quickly overtaken by surprise, with Ali's eyes widening slightly as he sees just how big Concord is. Admittedly Ali doesn't have much to compare this to- he doesn't make a habit of staring at other men during bathing times, after all- but it's certainly bigger than his own. 'Hung like a horse' indeed. For a moment, Ali wonders if he can even do anything more than use his hands on this man.

It's a problem for another day, though. There's more pressing concerns at the moment. Ali can't even bring himself to be sarcastic, not with how honest Concord is being. He won't throw that vulnerability back in Concord's face, not right now at least.]

Alright then, just...do as I do.

[Ali speaks as if he knows what he is doing, he has to keep up his appearance of being in control and put together after all. But his hesitation as he considers how best to do this is a clear sign that he's just taking his best guess here too. He knows how to pleasure himself, so in theory it should be the same for pleasuring another.

Without any oil here, he'll have to be gentle. So when he takes a hold of Concord's cock, he gives it a slow stroke, testing the waters and seeing if he can slide his hand along without too much friction. Spit is always an option, but if Concord hasn't even touched himself before then he might start leaking precum first. Ali gives a few testing strokes, watching Concord to see his reaction. Even if he wants to take control and turn Concord into a spent mess, he doesn't want to hurt the other man in the process.]

[virtuesignal]

[While it might shatter most people's vision of unicorns as the pinnacle of pureness, Concord would find the idea he'd never pleasured himself as... downright laughable. It wasn't exactly a pass time, not something he indulged in often. Simply, given how much time he spent in this human form, the body of men have certain needs. Needs he did not ignore, though was extremely private about. Taking a mate was serious, unicorns tended to do that for their life, but that was for other unicorns. For continuing their kind. Not for... what this is.

This is just pleasure, isn't it? Some outburst the two were sharing in, that of long worked up frustration and friction.

Speaking of, he reaches to grip Ali's cock in his hand. He is definitely firmer about it that the dragon is to him. He sighs out, heavy and hot, wishing to buck upward into Ali's fist, seeking more pleasure. Concord restrains himself, obeying Ali's direction, loosening his grip some as he strokes once from the base of the dragon's cock to the tip, feeling him with equal parts intrigue and desire. Disbelief, too, that he's touching Ali so intimately... and being touched in turn.]

Do you touch yourself this gently..? [that probably sounds taunting, again like a challenge, despite Concord being genuinely curious. Was he just rough with himself? It's not like he'd know how anybody else does this sort of act. Ali's grasp is so light compared so how he does it... he wouldn't want to hurt the other man, especially with his rougher palms]

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[Ali still hasn't decided what 'this' is, and probably won't for quite some time. Indecisiveness isn't a problem Ali normally has, but this is new and confusing and not at all as straightforward as courting someone or picking a mate. With how much they fight and challenge each other, Ali and Concord should be friendly rivals at most. That they're both sitting here pleasuring each other is not something Ali would have thought possible, up until five minutes ago.

The firmness of Concord's hand gets a breathy sigh out of Ali, eyelids fluttering shut for a moment. It feels really good, different from his own hand but still pleasurable. Ali knows how to tease out an orgasm in himself pretty quickly, to take care of his needs in a minimal amount of time. But this is more about feeling good than reaching the end, he's realizing, and the change is a nice one.

In response to that question, Ali lets out a little chuckle and cracks an eyelid open to peer at Concord.]

Didn't want to cause any chafing, since we don't have any oil.

[But he does swipe his thumb over the tip of Concord's dick shortly after, collecting up any precum he can. With that, he does firm up his grip a bit, giving Concord a little more pressure as he strokes him from tip to base and back again, matching Concord's movements.]

Not all of us are tough knights through and through.

[virtuesignal]

[That swipe across the head of his cock makes Concord squirm. He'd been leaking some pre, but the attention makes more bead up, smearing across Ali's more elegant fingers. He wants more, not just pressure, but contact. Adjusting his own hand, he opens his thumb away from Ali's cock. His other arm wraps around Ali's lower back to embrace him,]

Nhh... You are... Too far away. [Concord pulls him in closer, hooking his thumb back around the shaft of his own dick. Their erections press together, Ali's heat sets him to moan deep in his throat. He wants to stroke them together, but he waits dutifully for Ali to react. Concord is working off instinct and desire, but Ali has actual experience...

Right?

Right. He'll know if this is right. How could it not be? It feels... so good.]

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Wha- ghhh!

[What an embarrassing noise to make. He can't help himself though, when Concord pulls them together and now their cocks are touching and oh that feels so good. His face feels like it's on fire now, and he presses it against the crook of Concord's neck to hide for the moment. Even if it means that Concord feels how warm his skin is, it's still better than being seen in that moment.

He does adjust his grip though, letting go and then circling both of them, just as Concord had done. Between the two of them there's enough fluid to keep from chafing, so they can set a good pace with their strokes now. Ali will try to encourage Concord to do as much at least, even as his breaths fall heavy against Concord's skin.]

[virtuesignal]

I have you moaning... That is good. [somewhat smugly said, from Concord. It's turning into a real thrill to make Ali lose his composure in this way. Sure, they could make each other upset in meetings, but making Ali moan out from pleasure is a whole other world of competition. He wonders who will break first and spill out in orgasm before the other. Concord isn't even sure he wants to win at that, his desire to find release only growing.

He strokes the base of their cocks together, bumping his fist up against Ali's above his, more at the tips. He's larger than the dragon so Ali's grasp won't have as much of his own length to hold and bob in a stroke.

Actually, it would probably be better with just Concord's grip, is Ali was willing to move in another way. Concord whispers the suggestion to the dragon's ear, so easily accessible with Ali crumbled into his shoulder]

You should rock your hips. Into mine. It would be easier.

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Don't- tell me what to do-

[It's said between breaths, which is about all Ali can manage right now. Defiant to the end, as always. Even in something like mutual pleasure he has to be stubborn.

He does see the problem with them both trying to stroke at the same time though, so he eventually lets go in favor of letting Concord handle their dicks. But with his hands unoccupied, he's going to find something else to keep them busy. Namely, he's going for Concord's shirt and attempting to get his hands up under it so he can touch the bare skin there. It had felt good when Concord had touched him, so he's going to try and make Concord feel good in turn. Surely this man feels as muscular as he looks, right? Ali is trying to feel up those muscles, if he can.

If he does end up rocking against Concord- which he does, make no mistake- he will claim it's totally a coincidence and that he's not trying to on purpose. Because even if Concord is right and this does make it easier, he doesn't want to admit that Concord is right. Nor does he want to admit how good it feels to press into Concord's hand while Concord strokes the both of them, he is muffling any sounds he makes by pressing his face against Concord's neck.]

[virtuesignal]

[Judging from how Ali sounds, completely breathless and enthralled in the sensations between them, Concord is swift to assert]

I think you might like it... [Punctuated with a slow stroke upward, to the tip of Ali's cock, before slipping back down. His own cock particularly wet with precum, tip leaking over with it. There's no real telling how much of the sloppiness beneath his grasp is his own or Ali's.

Concord likewise breathes out heavily when his chest is pawed at. The uniform coat up top has obvious buttons to focus on. Popping those open reveals the tunic beneath, which can be untied down the front and splayed further apart for access. The other soldiers sometimes trained or worked out having shed their shirts. Never Concord. He was a bit too modest, too attached to his uniformed image to be so out in the open with his body. He'd been teased that that was such a shame, others wishing to leer at him due to his sheer attractiveness. He didn't ever indulge them.

Here he is, indulging Ali, who is welcome to open up his uniform. His physique is as well worked and picturesque as the rest of him, muscled toned and plump beneath groping fingers. His chest is particularly well defined, so if Ali can resist the immediate impulse most would have to bury their face directly into broad male tits, that's impressive restraint. Concord won't ultimately mind, leaning his own head back to soak in the attention all down his front. Some of the blush across his skin heats down his neck, Concord panting and letting himself groan and grunt openly as Ali bucks his hips erratically.]

[srsbznss]

[Those tits might become Ali's pillow later, once they're spent and Ali is too tired to move, but right now they're going to become playthings in his hands. It's hard not to touch, Concord's whole body is physically impressive and Ali just wants to feel him up right now. Jealousy pangs might hit him later, but his mind is too foggy with desire to feel inadequate at the moment. His hands slide up Concord's abs before settling on those impressive pecs, squeezing them with a solid but not too firm grip. His palms run over Concord's nipples too, though he's not intentionally teasing them quite yet.]

I think you like it.

[This is said just before he plants a firm kiss against Concord's neck. He can feel a pressure building up in him but he doesn't try to hold it off or tease himself into lasting longer. Concord might be able to pick up on the way Ali's body shudders in delight suddenly, his release will be here soon. But even though he knows what's coming, he's still going to rut against Concord and try to get him off first. Maybe latching onto his neck and sucking the skin firmly will do the trick? He doesn't know if Concord will appreciate a hickey, but that's what he's trying to give the man right now.]

[virtuesignal]

[It's immediately obvious that Concord is not used to being touched in such a way. While he's masturbated as any man might, teasing his own chest for pleasure has never occurred to him. The unicorn only grows more flushed and heated, panting out hot breathes that only bob his chest further, up and into Ali's working hands. It feels perplexingly good to be toyed with. Concord isn't sure how he feels about it, only that it feels addictive. He don't want Ali to stop playing with him,]

I do.... Ali, I do like it, so keep going- [he likes both what is happening and ordering Ali around. The dragon had said he would do so, instruct Concord on such intimacy, but instinct is winning out. He grips looser from his long, milking stokes. His fist bobs quicker up and down their cocks, fingers hooked around Ali's cock while his thumb pressed against his own. Any thrust of Ali's hips in response only makes the whole, wet, tight sensation all the better.

Ali latching onto his neck and suckling there is a desperate move, he thinks. Is the man getting to his limit? Should Concord slow down, just to make him last? No, that feels a bit cruel, not only to Ali, but to himself. He wants release. He wants to shoot and coat Ali's cock in his cum. He's close, but there's something else he wants to hit that peak-

His free hand reaches to the back of Ali's hair and bundles black strands into his fist. A short yank to separate him from marking his neck and he crashes his lips and tongue into Ali's. Not long after tasting him again, his cock pumps and hot rope shoots into his hand. He strokes it down across Ali's dick, drawing out his own orgasm with a heady groan]