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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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[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.]

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[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.]

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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.

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[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.]

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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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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]

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[It's so good. The way Concord speeds up his hand makes Ali's toes curl in his shoes, it makes him press desperately into Concord's hand, chasing after his own building release.

And then Concord grabs his hair, and for that split second Ali remembers what Concord had said about mates and hair-pulling. But it's barely a moment of conscious thought, because then their mouths are crashing together and Ali is gasping Concord's name against the other man's lips.

Moments later, as he feels Concord coming undone, Ali spills over himself. Groaning loudly as he holds onto Concord and rocks firmly into Concord's hand, he covers the both of them in a mess of his own making too. Between the two of them, they're absolutely going to need a bath. Ali can't bring himself to even think of that in the moment though, his mind is absolutely gone right now.

When he does pull away from Concord's mouth to breathe, he finally does thunk his forehead forward against Concord's impressive chest. He's worn out now, though he's also satisfied by the outcome. Give him a moment to think of something to say though, he's still trying to catch his breath.]

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[There is a deep satisfaction in Concord caused from that gasp against his lips, then the moan that follows. Ali hits his peak right along with Concord, their cocks twitching and pumping while still held together. He strokes them much slower, milking a shared orgasm for as long as it could last. Not all that long, for Concord, he's not used to getting off with someone else and is quickly spent from the shared intensity. His grip loosens, sticky from their mixed cum. The messiness is a strange turn on, seeming so wrong and yet being entirely natural, for what they were doing together.

Ali breaks the kiss first, falling into Concord's chest with a slump of weight. A brief impulse flashes through the unicorn's mind, wishing to tease him for it. "Done already-?" but for all his soldier's stamina, he's winded himself. He tips his head back, catching back deep, panting breathes. Ali bobs up and down with the heave of his chest. Concord doesn't mind... it's rather cute of him.

A radical new concept that Concord fears will now lodge itself permanently into his mind.

Ali. Cute. He might have thought it before, but he could deny it to himself. Now, that's impossible.]

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[A lot is about to change about the nature of their relationship, there's no coming back from what they have done. This moment is going to be stuck in his mind for days, Ali just knows it. At the next meeting he's going to be too distracted, thinking about how different Concord looks when he's in the middle of a passionate moment.

It takes a little bit, but Ali eventually catches his breath, his breathing slowing down to a more normal pace as he comes down from the high of sex. Without hormones controlling his thinking, Ali is starting to realize what exactly just happened. He's not entirely sure what to think of it either, as Concord is one of the last people he ever expected to sleep with. A part of him says it's not so bad, and they had just been talking like two normal people and all. Even if it's a little awkward now, it's not bad.

Another part of his brain- the more competitive part, the side of him that always wants to one-up Concord- is peeved that Concord was the one with more of the control in the situation. Next time he has to be the one pinning Concord down, there's no other way about it.

A moment later he's realizing that even thinking in terms of 'next time' opens this whole situation up to new interpretations. IS there going to be a 'next time'? Ali wouldn't mind that, but he can't just come out and admit to that. Since when has he ever been honest about his feelings?

Ali lifts his head up to peer at Concord. He should probably say something. They do need to talk about this. But is now the right time for that conversation? He's not sure, and the complicated nature of all of this is making him frown.]

...that...was not your intention when you brought wine, was it?

[Did Concord actually like him? Or is this all 'spur of the moment' for him too? Ali isn't sure which he would prefer though. Concord is quite handsome, and Ali is finding himself quickly taken with this man. But feelings...those are complicated. And Ali doesn't really like talking about his feelings.]

sorry for delay I got ate by the new year

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My intention..? [He echoes at the question, needing to hear it back in his own voice. What did intention have to do with any of this? Or wine, even, unless dragons lose all inhibition after a sip of the stuff. In which case, why would Ali imbibe while around Concord at all, if that was possible?

His mind spins out on the thought, before settling. His intention. His, not Ali's, he clicks his teeth]

No. It was a peace offering. Then you got so frustrated you kissed me. What was your intention? [classic "you started it" from a man who probably started it]

It's ok! Totally understandable

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[Oh, Ali could absolutely hear that 'you started it' in Concord's tone, and it made Ali furrow his brow in irritation. He's still in Concord's lap, but he's sitting up now, putting his hands on Concord's shoulders to prop himself up so he can look at Concord properly and show his disapproval.]

My intention was to hear you out and then politely share the gift you had brought, since you made an effort at a peace offering. Then you got in my space and started acting like a- like a hormonal teenager!

[Yep. He might have kissed Concord first, but he's totally blaming the escalation on Concord. Even if they both fed into it, he can still claim Concord started it.]

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I got in your space because you pulled my hair. [Concord moves very briefly to gesture, but the stickiness of his hand makes him reconsider flinging his hands about. He flushes dark again and grumbles, reaching his free hand into the splayed open chest front of his coat.

A handkerchief is slipped out and he'll begin cleaning his hands and... well, still exposed cock. Should he offer to Ali? Certainly that would be considerate, but for now it just feels embarrassing. He notes the spilled wine, too, sighing out]

... this is a mess. [in a lot of ways, really, but he can't begin to name them all.

He feels swiftly guilty to not offer to help clean up Ali, going ahead to slide the cloth over his dick in turn. They did both do this, it would be dishonorable to claim he hadn't fully wanted and indulged Ali. Would he do so again? He shouldn't even be thinking about that, not after it's only just happened once-]

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[The cum-covered hand is a perfect way to break the tension of the situation, because Ali doesn't even respond with his attempt at a witty comeback. Instead, he looks to that hand, and then he watches for a moment as Concord just cleans himself up.

He's right though, it is a mess. Ali is going to have to wash his clothes a day sooner, which will throw off his whole schedule. How annoying.]

Well yes, that's generally the point.

[Ali had been planning on saying more, but he jumps a little in surprise as he feels Concord clean himself up as well. They did both do this, but he hadn't thought Concord would clean him up too. Even though they had been touching each other very intimately not too long ago, Ali ends up going pink in the face as he reaches for the handkerchief.]

Come on now, I can clean up myself.

[He's more embarrassed than anything else. Now that the fun is over, he's feeling self-conscious.]

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It is not much... better than nothing. [Concord grumbles, before passing over the handkerchief for Ali to take. He's still sitting in the unicorn's lap, still pressing his weight down against him, still exposed so intimately... Concord pulls his eyes away, digs his fingers into the bridge of his nose. No getting turned on again, not after what they just did! Hormonal teenager sounds all the more correct, thinking like that. He can not prove Ali right.]

Was that... [he starts, then stops, puts his palm over his mouth to lean onto. What is he trying to say? Should he say anything?] ... Nevermind. It does not matter.

[it happened, what good does asking after it do, now? Even if Concord has about a million questions forming one after the other. Prying at the other man seems wrong, like seizing upon someone when they're vulnerable. Not that Ali seems weak, more just self conscious.]

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[Ali takes a few moments to get himself as clean as he can, but he's definitely going to need a bath. He just hopes that he doesn't run across anyone when he absconds back to his private quarters, even if he looks clean he's sure the smell of sex is lingering on him. Humans might not smell as well as a dragon does, but even they must be able to notice this smell.

He looks back up to Concord, ready to hand him back his handkerchief, but then he suddenly becomes aware of how he's still sitting on Concord and how Concord is pointedly looking away. Whoops. If anything, the sudden realization makes him even more flustered. But this time, instead of blaming it on someone else, he just climbs off of Concord's lap and hastily adjusts his clothes once he's standing up.]

Right.

[Okay. He can do this. He can pretend everything is normal and he didn't just have sex with someone. And that the 'someone' wasn't Concord. Could he avoid talking about everything? That's what he's trying to do at least, by politely saying 'okay time to go'.]

It's getting late, and we both have work tomorrow.

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Right. [Concord echoes, in his usual tone of stern and quiet. Ali rises from him and gets smoothed out, leaving Concord to do the same. He'd gotten so settled into the cushions, weighed down on as he was, that it feels like his bones creak to move from the spot. No complaining, though, he puts his cock back into his smallclothes and buttons up his slacks. When he stands, he looks down to his coat... turns out cum splatters still show up against a pristine white uniform.

A long breath in, before he shrugs the whole outer layer off. This is Ali's office, the dragon's room wasn't far off. He, however, needed to traipse halfway across the castle to return to his quarters. Concord isn't going to do so stained in... fluids. His image is to be maintained as much as Ali's, after all. How shocking people would find that from him. He folds the coat over itself so the mess is on the inside, out of sight. He hangs it over the back edge of that lounge before tucking back in his tunic and lacing back up the front, covering... the majority of hickies left by Ali on his skin. Ah- They did not think this through in the slightest.

It wouldn't have happened if they had, would it? He gestures to the coat,]

... can I leave this here? I will return for it when I have my other uniforms to wash. Tomorrow. We will say... I spilled wine on it, until then. Amicable?

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[Good, Concord is going along with it too. Just cover everything up and act like nothing happened. Nobody else needs to know what went on between them in this room. One passionate moment could be explained away by repressed hormones at least, and Concord seemed like the kind of man who didn't like talking about feelings any more than Ali did. They could just forget this whole day happened.

But not really, Ali is realizing as he looks to Concord. Even if Ali washes their stained clothes, and even if they both act like nothing happened, there's still evidence on Concord's neck. Someone is going to see that eventually. And when Ali looks to Concord to answer him, he sees those hickeys and realizes that they will be a problem eventually. A problem that Ali doesn't know how to fix.]

Right, yes. I'll wash it tomorrow, and then...

[He trailed off, considering. when could he return Concord's coat in a manner that would not seem suspicious? If he just carries it around with him, people will ask questions.]

...come by tomorrow evening to pick it up, we can say we have another meeting for you to pick up funds.

[It gives Ali more work to do tomorrow, but technically he only needs to sleep 5 hours a night to be rested, so it's fine. It gives him something to keep his mind occupied so he doesn't spend time mentally berating himself for sleeping with a unicorn he fights with all the time.]