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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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I think I understand. We would only be compatible in these forms... [Concord has never seen Ali as a proper dragon, nor Ali seen him as natural unicorn. They're both secretive about such things, it didn't benefit them to flaunt what they truly were, even if many knew. As men, though, they could have such... intimacy between them.

He moves in just a bit, closing the bit of distance between them and the door at Ali's back. Concord doesn't put any weight against the dragon, but he's there if Ali pressed forward to draw them flush. His hand pressed to the door shifts, bends so Concord is leaning onto his forearm over Ali's head.]

I have only heard stories. Soldiers talk. Exaggerate, frequently. I do not know what it is really like. [homosexual relationships weren't exactly normal in the kingdom, but far from outlawed, not all that taboo. Especially not among soldiers, who often search for comfort among themselves wherever they could find it.

Still, Concord can't trust what he's heard, men tell all kinds of wild and raucous tales to entertain themselves.]

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[Ali is absolutely not going to bring up just how small he is in dragon form. Concord is free to assume that the physical incompatibilities of their original forms is because Ali is much larger than Concord, not the other way around.

Not that he has much time for seething about his tiny stature anyway. Suddenly Concord is in his space and Ali is reminded of just how big this man is. Not just in height, but in stature too. For some reason, this makes Ali's heartbeat speed up in excitement rather than annoyance.]

...well. You did like yesterday, didn't you?

[It's a fair place to start, and with how close Concord is, Ali can guess what the answer will be. Even shifting in place slightly causes Ali's knee to brush against Concord's leg briefly. He could close the gap so easily...but no, he's trying to goad Concord into doing it, isn't he? He has to be strong, even if he can feel his resolve wavering. He can make one last attempt at enticing Concord though.]

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[The difference in their stature is exaggeration enough, isn't it? Concord leans in further, nosing the side of Ali's face to speak to his ear. In part because he can speak even more quietly to his desires. Another part... is being embarrassed to look Ali dead in the eyes while admitting such things.

They just kind of spill out of him, he's been thinking too much about it and it has only been a single damn day...]

I like your taste. I like how... warm you are. [is any of this actually arousing to say to a man? To Ali, of all people? Concord tries not to stammer out what he's really so turned on and hung up over]

Makes me wonder how such a heat would feel inside of me. [he might deserve to get his hair pulled, for talking like that]

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[Oh good. That was going to be another one of Ali's stipulations- at least for their first time together- but it sounds like Concord wants to be on the receiving end anyway. That smirk from before is back on his face, and he presses back against Concord's nosing. It's surprisingly intimate, to have a conversation like this, but they're beyond the point of politeness at this point.]

That can be arranged.

[His voice is quiet, but his breath is hot against Concord's ear.]

But you know what you need to do first.

[Be the first to break. Kiss him, Concord. Admit that Ali has won this round.]

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[Ali nuzzles back against him, agrees softly to his ear in turn, and Concord is pretty certain he can hear that smirk. When he pulls back just enough to search Ali's expression, there's no surprise to see it there, planted firmly on his face. Meanwhile, Concord does look absolutely desperate to kiss him. Still, though! He resists. He speaks, instead, low as ever]

What would that be? Decide on which of our beds-? Because... it should be yours. [his is much too out in the open, Ali entering and going at odd hours would draw much more attention up nearby the King's quarters and soldier's barracks than him traveling to the Ali's liar near the castle vault.

He'd apologize for being so dense, if he knew he was being so!]

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[That smirk is now accompanied by a 'hmph' of amusement from Ali. Concord really is inexperienced with all of this, his relative naivety is kind of cute even. For a moment, Ali nearly breaks his stubborn vow and actually considers kissing Concord to fry his brain a bit more, but he stops himself short as he starts to lean in. Instead, he speaks again:]

Well yes, but how can we go there when we're like this? Unless that's what you want, to do it right here?

[He's still practically pinned to the wall by Concord after all. He does intend to take Concord to his quarters, but he's reluctant to pull away to do that.]

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You say that, as if it is not tempting... [Concord says with such frankness it definitely reads as humor as much as absolute truth. They're so close, talking about all this far more directly than he would have ever guessed either was capable of, hands on one another- Just grabbing hold and humping Ali against the door of his office is shockingly possible. Desirable, even, if not practical. Probably not to Ali's way.]

Tonight is not... good, for more than this. I have early morning arrangements. [how badly he wants to, though, just follow Ali back to his room and crawl into his bed. When would be a subtle time to sneak off?]

What about during the festival? That night, everybody will be occupied. With no work the following day. [can they last until then? Keep their hands off one another for just a few more days? They are already failing at the task, Concord's hand trailing up Ali's hip to his side, cradling his waist in his strong fingers. He wants the dragon on top of him, again. He's going to think of little else until that happens again]

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[The thought of having to wait a few days is an absolute mood-killer. How dare Concord get him so worked up just to say 'let's wait'? Ali couldn't even hide his disappointment at that, it's hard to pull back from a heated moment so suddenly. Especially with Concord's hands all over him still.

He knows Concord is right though. Anyone could come looking for either of them, and it's a bad idea to overtire themselves with vigorous activity when they both have work in the morning. The festival will be a much-needed reprise, and nobody will go looking for either of them during that time.

There is just one problem, however.]

Didn't you say you were working the festival?

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I'll be working with you. Some... confidential matter. Of which we should not be disturbed during. [is that a fine enough excuse, to cover for them both? To keep anybody from knocking save for an absolute emergency requiring the Knight Commander and Keeper of the Treasury? It's the two of them, they're such long time rivals. Concord would likely hear condolences from his men that he's getting stuck spending the holiday with Ali.

None would suspect this.]

Best of all, you need not pay me. I shall volunteer. Amicable?

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[None would suspect it at all, except maybe the king, and he wouldn't speak a word of it to anyone. He had always encouraged Ali and Concord to settle their differences and get along, hadn't he? This is just their way of settling differences. If anything, they should be praised for their cooperation.

Not that Ali is going to tell a soul about what is going on between him and Concord. This is a private matter, Ali would die of embarrassment if it got out.]

If you think you can keep your hands and eyes to yourself for the next few days? Then very well. It's amicable.

[Ali was slightly off-put by the wait, but it was merely a small setback. The reward at the end of the wait would be worth it tenfold.

He did let go of Concord's hair though, freeing up the man to step back if he chose to. Ali is worked up and a bit stiff in the pants, but he's no longer expecting anything to happen tonight. He'll take care of that problem in private. At least he knows how to handle himself without reading a book.]

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My eyes... really, Ali? I should not be looking at you until then?

[While Ali is taking his hand back, Concord is reaching his own upward. He hooks fingers beneath the dragon's chin and tilts it upwards towards, him, just slightly. His own gaze is slightly lidded, still clearly aroused and in the moment despite the boundaries that there is a too much for tonight.

He is, still, so frustratingly close without actually kissing Ali,]

You will give us away, if you get flustered by only a look. [says a very flushed man, but he's still more confident in keeping his own composure than Ali, it would seem]

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If you keep looking at me like this- [The word 'this' is accentuated by Ali cupping the side of Concord's face with his hand, holding the bigger man there as he meets that gaze head-on.] -then everyone will figure out what's going on.

[Not that he doesn't like that look. It's just one that would melt him instantly if he saw or felt it in public.

With how close they are, Ali is tempted to finally give in and kiss Concord, if only to quiet his arguing. Maybe in a couple moments, depending on what Concord says next. He's been trying so hard to be the one who doesn't break, and the boundaries for tonight mean that a kiss with nothing to follow might mean he'll be 'occupied' in other ways for the night, but it's hard to think of any of that in the moment.]

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Nobody would guess. We've always been at odds... [even now, they're bickering, even while Concord is looking at Ali with utmost yearning.

Of course, this is a naive thought. The King and castle staff had long been running a betting pool on these two paying off all their years of tension with sex. Most lost hope it would ever happen, with all the time that has passed, but the King believed they would crack. It was a running gag among the court. One kept strictly from Ali or Concord, that would spoil the fun, after all.]

Kiss me. Again. [Is that Concord breaking, first? Making the demand of Ali, rather than just going for it. He's a pretty aggressive man, all told, but he's being careful. This is all new territory for him. Territory he's eager to explore.]

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[The king knows them far too well. Only he could have predicted it would take this long.

But it looks like Concord still won't take the first step. Ordering Ali to do it doesn't count either. And of course, Ali has to push back in his own special way. Which in this case means holding Concord in place with that hand on his cheek, and then leaning in really close. So close their lips are almost touching.

And then, instead of a kiss:]

You kiss me, coward.

[Yep. He'll just openly push Concord's buttons like that.]

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[Concord is stunned for just half a second. He's never been called a coward. Not for anything. A fool, maybe, and usually by Ali himself. It's not offending to him so much as shocking and it does just what Ali wished it to. Concord snaps to close that ever so slight distance. Crashing their mouths together, the action is just short of clacking teeth unpleasantly. He has at least that much restraint.

The kiss beyond that is not withholding his passions. Concord's tongue is reaching into Ali's mouth to seek out his, hunting for that taste and warmth he mentioned prior. He wants to drink both in, can't stand to be without a moment more. The intensity might be off-putting, too aggressive and clumsy, but what could Ali expect calling him a coward of all things. He'll show the dragon a kiss, alright.]

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[Any thought of gloating over his victory here is immediately wiped from Ali's mind as their lips meet. He had been strong before, but he practically melts into the kiss, easily parting his lips and letting Concord twine their tongues together. It's intense, but Ali finds himself liking it quite a bit. He's always had a fondness for Concord's intensity, even if he acted like it was bothersome.

Ali lets himself go there too, removing his previous restraint and practically throwing his arms around Concord's neck as he sinks into the kiss. Had they just said they weren't going to go far tonight, that there was work to be done tomorrow? That thought is completely gone from Ali's mind now. All he can focus on is keeping up with Concord's kiss, attempting to curb the clumsiness of it into something more heated. Practice makes perfect after all, and Concord is going to get a lot of practice with kissing. Ali doesn't even mind that Concord is technically overpowering him right now, he'll accept this. At least until his brain catches up with his body.]

[virtuesignal]

[Ali's reciprocation does level out Concord some, ease him down to a more acceptable and manageable intensity. He follows the dragon's lead more, once they're sharing in the kiss, once it isn't just him trying to prove something. Better that way, too, not so tense, far more enjoyable. Concord had been working himself up all day thinking about that smoky taste to Ali's mouth and it's better than he remembered. A taste he could never have expected to acquire.

His arm on the wall stays sturdy, but the other arm roams. He hooks around Ali's waist and pulls him in flush. Their groins press together, only offset by the few inch differences in height. Though it wasn't something his uniform gave away, not with another of his jackets on, Concord's bulging slacks can't be ignored once he's rubbing up against the other man. So much tension had also turned him on, no doubt to that. grinding into Ali and finding he was similarly effected is satisfying enough. He may have "broke", but he's not the only one aroused. Ali is as wound up by him as he is by Ali.

That is strangely heartwarming. Comforting. Their competitive natures could get the better of them both, but in this they feel more equal. Matching desire for desire. It makes the embarrassing elements much easier to look passed. His hips roll into Ali's as he hums into his mouth, low and heavy with both action and tone]

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[With a firm wall behind him and an even firmer Concord in front, Ali finds himself unable to escape being pressed up against Concord. It's more exciting than worrying though, and Ali gasps into that kiss as their groins touch. He tries to hook a leg around Concord's waist to draw them closer to each other, but he can't quite lift that leg high enough and ends up hooking it behind Concord's legs instead. Close enough, for now.

He may have goaded Concord into a response on purpose, but now that the surface tension has broken Ali finds himself lacking in any reluctance. Kiss after kiss finds their lips meeting, all while Ali tries to press himself up against Concord and rock their hard dicks together. So much for keeping their clothes clean, there's already a tiny bit of precum dripping out of the end of his dick right now.

In-between their kisses, Ali manages to hiss out a quick warning:]

Don't you dare think about stopping now.

[He's too enamored with this man, both intellectually and sexually, and he does not want to let go. It's hard to define what Concord is to Ali, but Ali knows that Concord is irreplaceable in his heart.]

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I could not... possibly... [Concord feels Ali open his leg to try and hook around him, which immediately drives him wild. Impulsively, he drops both his arms down, hooks them both beneath Ali's ass, then hoists him up off the ground. It's not effortless, Concord is strong enough to do it and hold Ali up, but he grunts to do so.

Sure, this is the opposite position he told Ali they would be taking, but... that's for later. That's not what they're doing now or here. This is a different direction, though Concord is charging forward blind. All instinct, no books read on the subject.

He has Ali held in his arms, spread around him and hanging onto his shoulders. This much better aligns their bodies to grind cock to cock, added friction from too many layers of clothing this time, but something about the impatient display of desire keeps Concord going with it. Ali goading him on helps with that too.

With Ali at his level, neither is leaning down to kiss the other. He silently thanks the door for being a sturdy piece of wood, well set on it's hinges and able to balance Ali pressed back against it. If the door suddenly started banging against the doorframe, passersby in the hall would certain have some questions for Ali the next day, wouldn't they?]

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[A soft yelp of surprise escapes Ali's mouth as he is lifted up, but he quickly sees how favorable this position is and shifts his legs to wrap around Concord's waist and hold onto him. Sure, Concord is strong enough to hold a small man like Ali up on his own, but this is better in Ali's mind. It's much easier to grind up against Concord, for one, and it makes him feel like he has some kind of control over the situation. While Ali does like being ravished like this, he also does not like the idea of completely giving up control here.

Speaking of being ravished, Ali is suddenly very irritated by how covering his clothes are. He shifts his grip on Concord's shoulders to just one arm, and then he uses his free hand to tug at his collar, undoing the lacing at the top and exposing his neck more. He's not fully getting undressed, but the bare neck there might make Ali's intentions clear: he had marked up Concord yesterday, and now he's offering up his own neck to let Concord take a try. Grinding through clothes is working him up but it's not fully satisfying, and if they're not going to go all the way tonight then he wants some other kind of attention as well.]

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[Concord is so occupied with Ali's mouth on his that he scarcely notices that hand moving away. Everything about the position is exceptional, he don't want to let Ali go. Holding the man's slim body up in his arms, having Ali wrap both legs and arms around him, Concord only gets more heated. His tongue and lips continue to move, drinking in the dragon's taste. It's only when he has to break for some gasp of air he notices the peeled away collar, the bared swoop of Ali's neck. Laid out so graciously for him, Concord doesn't hesitate to accept.

His face nuzzles into Ali's nape and his mouth finds skin. Soft skin, delicate and tender to suckle into. The day prior Concord was easier on him, but now he's harsh and hungry. The flats of his teeth sink into Ali's neck, never breaking through, but creating dark circles all the same. His tongue laps over this bruises he leaves, kissing each before plotting out another. Ali wears higher collars often, he can keep them low, beneath that line, easy to hide, but impossible to forget are lingering.]

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[Ali is quite pleased with how easy it is to guide Concord into doing just what he wants. Especially since he's managed it without even giving any verbal directions. Though to be fair, with things already so heated, it's probably easy to convince anyone to continue with these sinful activities. He can't exactly hold it over Concord's head, except he absolutely will at a later time, when it suits him.

Ali tips his head back, letting Concord mark up his neck freely. His high collars can hide it, and honestly he's not even thinking about tomorrow right now. All he can focus on is how absolutely wonderful those teeth feel on his skin, and how soft Concord's hair feels when he buries his fingers in it. He's not pulling on the unicorn's mane, but he's holding onto it with a sense of urgency. And without his mouth being occupied, Ali becomes much louder in his approval of Concord's efforts.]

Mmm...just like that...

[Little groans and pleasant sighs escape him freely, and he is not at all thinking of the fact that they are right next to the door, or that anyone walking in the hall can hear him if they pass by at just the right moment. They really should have gone deeper into the treasury, there's going to be rumors spreading within the next few days.

It's a problem for tomorrow though.]

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[The loudness absolutely doesn't stop Concord, but it does slow him down. He bites Ali harder to pull his attention and then speaks hushed and urgent. The sound rumbles along his skin, Concord not pulling far from Ali's neck to speak his warning,]

Someone... will hear you... [that is it, though, that's all he has to say. He goes right back to suckling dark marks across Ali's exposed flesh, right to the line of his collar, as far as it is open. His hips buck into the man, still clothed cocks hot from arousal and friction, taking satisfaction in the weight and pressure despite what was between them, it still felt damn good.]

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Then shut me up already.

[The words are hissed out between clenched teeth, a physical response to trying to keep quiet while Concord bucks up against him. He's not thinking of exactly where those words will lead them, but he's too combative- yes, even during sex- to just accept words of caution from Concord. Like making Concord do the hard work will be a victory for Ali or something.

His legs tighten around Concord's waist, trying to conceal how these touches have him shivering in delight. He might actually come, what with the grinding and the pressure applied to both his neck and his dick. But in-between sharp, quick breaths, Ali can still be bossy.]

Unless you're all talk and no action?

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[Well, now, that just gives Concord an idea Ali was probably not thinking of, talking like that. He smirks with a sort of outrage at himself for even considering, but can't help teasing back at the man. Maybe he's just having too much fun with all this. A novel concept for Concord, who wasn't known to be especially playful man. Stern, strict, that's more him.

Whispering some nasty shit right into his coworkers ear? Less expected of the good and noble Concord.]

I got something... that could keep your mouth busy. You telling me to drop you to your knees, Ali?

[who's all talk now]