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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 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]

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[Nobody would believe Ali if he ever told them about what Concord has been whispering to him. They would all say it's a slander attempt. Ali will just have to be satisfied knowing that he's the only one who has seen this side of Concord.]

Well you did say we didn't have time tonight. That will finish things quickly enough.

[Ali is a cocky little shit, of course he's talking like he can give the best blowjobs in the world. He has to be better at everything here, that's what their competition has driven him to.

He hasn't thought about how he will get off after, but maybe Concord will have some ideas after getting sucked off. Ali is loosening his grip on Concord's waist, at least, so Concord can set him down if he's being serious.]

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[The real truth is, Concord doesn't want thing to finish quickly and Ali is right. He's so wound up at this point that if Ali fishes his stiff cock out of his slacks, he might burst from the first hot breath against him. Which is just... too embarrassing.

So. Adapting to a new plan. He does lower Ali back down onto his feet, but along with that, he's the one dropping to his knees. Concord begins opening and tugging away what's between him and Ali's stiff cock. Vibrant, green eyes flicker back up to meet the dragon's gaze,]

I would rather hear you try and hold back. So keep quiet.

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[Green eyes are met with blue, curious and considering. Does Concord even know how to do this? He's the one talking about having no experience. Not that Ali has ever had his dick sucked or done the dick-sucking, but he at least has a book he's read. He lifts one of his eyebrows in a 'really?' gesture before speaking.]

I thought the whole point of filling my mouth was to keep me quiet.

[That said, he's easing one of his hands through Concord's hair, rubbing his fingertips against the scalp. Do what you want, Concord, Ali isn't resisting as his cock is freed from his pants. He is going to lean back a bit and let his back touch the door though, no need to fall over from seeing stars or anything.]

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I want to hear you struggle.

[their challenging one another really cannot stop. Even now, on his knees, Concord is making this a competition. Ali was too, so they're in good company.

Concord frees Ali's cock from his pants and is eye level with his length. His mouth is watering, no need to try and work up spit to help this along. A hand wraps around the base and gives a slow stroke. He's about to lean in and press his lips to Ali's dick when fingers drag through his hair.

That nearly slumps him over in response. His hand slips away from Ali and his shoulders slack, sighing out in sudden contentment. Ali really needs to learn what a weak point his hair is, but especially his scalp. He's practically melted on the spot. Something he grumbles over, not able to help himself, seemingly barely able to open his eyes enough to look up at Ali from beneath long, silver eyelashes]

Y, you can not... keep doing that.

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[He knows that playing with hair has an effect on Concord, but this particular effect is something new to Ali. Rough tugging gets a very different reaction from this gentle carding of his fingers through Concord's hair, and it almost feels intimate when he sees how slack Concord has gone.

A small bit of warmth bubbles up in Ali's chest. A bit of pride, over how he's the one who gets to see this side of Concord.]

Do you really wand me to stop?

[The question is soft, without Ali's usual level of sass, and he does still his fingers while he waits for a response. It looks like he might actually listen to what Concord tells him for once, and it's not because he wants his dick to get sucked. That realization is going to hit him like a ton of bricks later.]

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[A very strange, if cute, look on Concord. He's at ease in a way that looks downright vulnerable. Completely unlike the stern soldier in his pressed uniform and perfect posture. He's slumped and panting softly, some of the wetness pooling in his mouth dripping from the edge of a lip down his chin. It's just a moment of that, as he seems to catch himself and work back up his resolve. Embarrassing, really, to become so slovenly, even if he's about to do something far more lewd.

He speaks quiet as usual, if a bit dreamily]

... another time. For that... [the fantasy that comes to his mind is nice, but ill timed. Not for the moment. They'll get off and be on their ways this time. Another time, they can lay about together, he could allow Ali to comb through his hair, that sounds nice. For now, they're too worked up and don't have all evening. Concord moves his head forward, opening his mouth to angle Ali's cock onto his waiting, soft tongue. He very cautiously rubs the tip back and forth, tasting his arousal. The heat is incredible, it goes right to his head, fogging him over with desire to continue.]

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[It certainly is a cute look on Concord, and Ali files that away to ask about later. He doubts he'll get a full answer right now, Concord looks a little too distracted for a conversation.

And truthfully, Ali is very distracted too. He's never gotten oral before, and even having his tip toyed with has him groaning. His first instinct is to grab onto that hair again, but no, he can't do that can he? So he instead places his hand on Concord's shoulder, which is the only other part of Concord he can comfortably reach right now.]

Shit...

[Even with this, he already feels twisted up like a spring. How much can he handle before he snaps? That's what they will find out soon enough. It's already taking quite a bit of effort to keep his hips still, and even his determination to outdo Concord won't help him when a hot breath and a welcoming mouth are working to undo him.]

C'mon, don't tease me.

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[Concord attempts to make the word "good?" in response, but turns out that's just a muffle of noise with a cock in his mouth. He won't bother and he doesn't want to stop to bicker. Ali is going to melt under his touch, now. He's set on it. Determination is something Concord is well known for.

This is still something he needs to get used to. Being mindful of his teeth, he takes more of Ali into his mouth before pulling away, kissing the tip before bobbing back in deep once more. He hums to do so, savoring just what he told Ali he wanted inside of him, his taste and heat. It crosses his mind that Ali might be uniquely warm, being a dragon, but he has no frame of reference outside his own body heat.

Damn.... he wants to stroke himself off. There's no reason he can't, he just needs to have his hands free. Sucking Ali off, he reaches for his slacks and fumbles, trying to open them up while still focusing on the man he's pleasuring. Kind of tough. Concord would have never imagined this would be a trouble he'd be facing, but here he is.]

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[Luckily Ali isn't watching what Concord is doing closely, and Concord's movements towards touching himself go unnoticed. it's about when Concord starts humming that Ali's eyelids flutter shut and he tips his head back, letting it rest against the wooden door. Ali can talk big all he wants, but this has never happened to him before and he is getting absolutely lost in how good it feels. It's making his head spin between the heat and the pleasant vibes twitching through his entire body.

Ah, but he can't be too loud, can he? Even if he wants to be contrary to Concord and 'make him shut him up,' even he recognizes that being found right now would be unideal. So he lifts his free hand up to his mouth, and he bites down gently on one of his knuckles. It serves to muffle his sounds just a little bit, but moreso it's a personal reminder to keep his moans from escaping him. Shaky breaths are fine, those aren't too loud, but actual moaning won't work here.

His other hand stays firmly on Concord's shoulder. He feels like he'll fall over if he's not holding onto something. His legs feel like they might give out under him if he's not careful.]

Concord...

[The name sneaks out of him despite his best efforts, sounding far lustier and needy than Ali has ever sounded while saying his name before. Keep going, he's saying, he won't be lasting long.]

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Mmnnnn... [A heady noise rumbles through Concord when his name is called. How good that sounds. How completely intoxicating, without having had a drop of liquor. He's failed to get even a single button of his slacks undone, too busy focusing on Ali's cock against his tongue. So. Nevermind.

He smooths the front of uniform out before reaching again for Ali. His broad hands grab each side of the dragon's slender hips, pinning him still between them, anchored to the door. His knees could give out and Concord would catch him. His own arousal can be ignored or dealt with later, he's not thinking of it compared to how badly he wants to make Ali spill over. It's a matter of pride, to shatter his rival's composure. He bobs his head on Ali's stiff cock, getting a rhythm for it with a bit of time and practice. It's sloppy, but spirited, Concord can only presume he's doing it correctly when Ali is whimpering and squirming in his grasp from such attention]

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[It's embarrassing how positively Ali reacts to being pinned down. Normally he dislikes being cornered and will be very loud as he ducks away from whatever soldier or nobleman is confronting him. But right here, at this moment, he gasps loudly as he's pinned and does not fight to get free. On the contrary, he shivers in delight and nearly loses control of himself right then. This whole encounter is opening up a lot of new doors for Ali.

When Concord starts bobbing his head, Ali's hips try to snap forward on reflex, only to be held down by Concord. That makes him whimper in delight, caught between enjoying the touch and craving release. But his end isn't too far off regardless, Concord will be able to taste the precum as Ali's orgasm starts to build up.

He tries to give a token warning, but his words are lost to moans. His fingers gripping Concord's shoulder tightly will have to serve as a warning instead, because Ali is coming hard and fast just moments after that. It's a good thing Concord is holding him too, because he really would have collapsed from weak knees.]

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[Concord might have had some second thought over taking Ali's shot in his mouth, but a few too many things happen at once. He feels Ali tensing, he pulls back as if he's going to take the dick from his mouth and let the man shoot across his own office floor, but then there's a knock at the door. A knock that probably startled Ali more than him, being right beside his head pressed back into the wood. Concord jolts and keeps himself in place, taking Ali's load onto his tongue.

Of course someone had to show up, Ali was probably just loud enough to make someone curious. Or maybe it was just routine, one of assistants arrived to bring him something and saw the door firmly closed. Concord doesn't think too much, he just winces to hastily swallow and grabs his clean coat off the floor. Rising, he reaches to stuff Ali's cock back into his robes and them just firmly step away to one side of the office. He near frantically rubs his face clean with a handkerchief, folding the jacket he came to get over an arm that he can just, firmly let hang forward to cover how damn aroused he still is.

Fuck, fuck, at least he hadn't taken his own cock out... Ali can deal with whoever is at the door, he's the one who had his mouth full a moment ago!]

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[Oh. Shit.

Ali's head is spinning from trying to keep up with what's going on. The knock at the door came just moments into his orgasm, and he's still coming down from that high as Concord's grabbing his coat and fixing up Ali's clothes. Pleasure is quickly overtaken by panic as Ali checks his clothes and makes sure he looks presentable. He has to lace up the front of his robes to cover up his neck, and he curses quietly to himself as he fumbles with the strings. He's sure that he stinks of sex hormones but he's also hoping that a human's nose is too weak to pick up on that.

He would have liked to be more thorough in adjusting his appearance, but he doesn't have time. With Concord across the room, he has to be the one to open the door, and he tries his best to look annoyed when he does so.]

Yes, can I help you?

[He still looks a little flushed and it's going to be suspicious as hell, but the young man on the other side of the door- one of the castle hands, carrying some letters that are likely mail for Ali and his assistants- is hopefully one who won't ask too many questions.

And hopefully he doesn't question Concord being here either, especially at this late hour.]

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[If the mail can arrive this late, then Concord can be having a perfectly normal meeting with Ali, also... right? Right. He chooses to think as much of it. Concord isn't precisely a good actor, but his quiet tone and strange manner can disguise a lot.

He'll speak up so it doesn't seem like anything too private was.... going on. Just a normal, boring chat. About the festival. Yep.]

The funds you granted are sufficient. I will distribute them the following day. Amicable? [he has to clear his throat after, for reasons, but shhh. It's normal.]

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[It's possible that Ali and Concord are having a perfectly normal meeting. It's also possible that the mail is a ruse and the servants in the castle got Really Curious when they saw Concord go to the treasury for a second night in a row.

Regardless, the servant holding the mail for Ali looks between Ali and Concord a couple times, clearly torn between asking a question and acting like everything is just fine. Because a couple of the washing women definitely reported some interesting sounds, which in no way would have sounded like a discussion of funds.

Ali sighs, and he reaches out and takes the mail from the servant before looking back to Concord.]

Yes yes, of course. I will have them sent your way the night before. [And then, to the servant, in a short and clipped tone.] Is this all?

[The servant is quiet for a moment, debating his choices further, before he finally works up the courage to speak:]

Er...Knight Commander? Sir?

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[Concord only bothers to turn once he's directly addressed. To his credit, his composure returns swiftly, looking stern and distant as usual. His face is no longer red and he's holding the jacket in one arm. With it casually draped over an arm held at his front, it covers up the bulge of his slacks. He wiped his face clean, too....

He doesn't fuss further, knowing it would look suspect to do so. Hopefully he didn't forget anything. He thinks he's getting away with this, or at least, he'll be as confident as someone who is.]

That will do, Ali. [He will move towards the door and eye the servant rather harshly]

What is it?

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Your, um, your hair...

[Ali hadn't even thought to look, mostly because it isn't such a big change that it's blatantly obvious. But Concord's perfect braid had indeed been a little mussed up by Ali's hand. Not a lot, but just enough for the particularly nosy servant to pick up on.

It's a good thing the servant is looking at Concord and not Ali, because Ali's head turns sharply to look at Concord's hair, and then he visibly blanches as he sees what the servant sees.]

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[Concord manages to not overreact, that's a sure sign of guilt, isn't it? Instead, he just blinks slowly and then runs his hand to his bangs and down his braid.

With an accusatory annoyance so usual it doesn't sound the least bit forced, he casts a glare at Ali,]

Why didn't you say something? I should not be taking official meetings looking unkempt. [he sighs quietly, though his voice is hoarse... it could be mistaken for tired and fed up. Both things people are very used to Ali bringing about in Concord. Their cover isn't completely out the window, right?]

Apologies, squire. Thank you for telling me. I shall fix myself up shortly. [all the more excuse for him to very swiftly duck out and march direct to his room. For the sake of dignity and all that. He'll do so the moment the courier steps aside, hopefully done with his questioning...]