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

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

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

My, someone's impatient.

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

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

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

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

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

Keep up.

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[Absolutely nobody will guess it.

(By Monday everyone will Know. Except Concord and Ali themselves.)

It's only fair that Concord takes advantage of Ali's weak points too, and Ali can't suppress the shiver at feeling that hot breath on his ear. It's motivating, and Ali is a bit less teasing when he pulls back fully so he can see what he's doing. He uncorks the bottle and pours a bit of the contents- olive oil- onto his fingers. He also curses softly as some of the oil drips down onto his bedspread, he's going to have to wash that later.]

You, ah, you need to stay relaxed. It will hurt more if you tense up.

[Or so the book told him.

Ali is a very careful lover though. He watches Concord closely for any sign of distress as he presses his fingers against Concord's cheeks. Ali was very thorough before, he measured his fingers against his own dick, so he's pretty certain that if he can adjust Concord to three fingers then his dick will fit in too. But he's going to start with just one, pushing his middle finger against Concord's hole and trying to slide it gently in. He'll pause if he feels resistance though, his glance flipping between Concord's face and his ass.]

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[Being told to relax is an interesting challenge for Concord. He's not nervous, just tense with excitement. He tries to loosen his shoulders first, then the rest of the muscles down his back to his ass and legs. Relaxing back onto the mattress is nice, definitely a good call to have this kind of intimacy where he can lay back. It does feel like being doted on. Concord doesn't really indulge in that, he tends to do everything for himself.

Ali's finger presses to his hole and he is surprisingly relaxed, even to him. It feels strange, but not at all bad. It definitely won't hurt him to slip an oiled finger further inside. Ali is being so very careful and he doesn't want to taunt him over it, but he is a soldier, an all around tough man. He should probably be encouraging, rather than goad Ali into rushing]

That's fine, Ali... you could use two. I'm not precious.

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If you truly think that, then you're in denial.

[It's muttered to himself more than anything, but still audible to someone with good ears. Of course, Ali is talking objectively here: everyone values Concord, either as a soldier or as a friend, so of course the general consensus is that he is precious to the people. It has nothing to do with Ali's own personal feelings, nope. Ali is not also in denial here, nope.

But he does take those words as permission to keep going. He pulls his middle finger back out a bit, and then he slips his index finger in as well, pressing both fingers in at the same time. It's not nearly as slow this time- Ali can tell Concord is taking this well- but it's a movement with purpose. The book said he's supposed to spread this oil around inside, and Ali is taking his job seriously. He might be more tense than Concord here, even.

He slides and spreads his fingers a bit, trying to ease Concord open without causing too much pain. He knows there will be discomfort no matter how slow he goes, but he doesn't want Concord to be in pain, even if the man can take it. He's still treating Concord like something precious. And to further that idea, he slips his free hand up to Concord's thigh and starts massaging it gently, trying to give Concord some pleasant feelings along with the stretch.]

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[There's upfront discomfort, but it's less pain and more strangeness. He's never touched himself like that, so allowing Ali to do so is... doing things to him. Concord isn't sure if he should be painfully embarrassed by how turned on it's making him, feeling Ali's fingers search and spread oil inside him. He tries to keep his breathing even, steady and composed, so he can remain relaxed.

As time drags on, Ali's diligent work does loosen him up enough for a third finger. By then, Concord is panting more openly, occasionally grunting or moaning with sensitivity, nothing at all pained. His cock has been standing upright, heavy as it is erect, dribbling precum with each drag of Ali's fingers.]

H, how long... is this part suppose to last? [said with some bit of a whine to it, a leg bouncing briefly at Ali's most recent movement. Ali is so focused, while he's just laying back, melting into the bed. Nobody has ever toyed with him so intimately, it's wound him up to the breaking point.]

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Patience is a virtue.

[In response to those words, Ali pulls his fingers most of the way out so he can slide a third finger in with them. It's just about time, Ali is just checking to make sure Concord is plenty stretched before doing anything more.

Still, hearing that whine to Concord's voice is hot. Knowing that Concord is whining because of him is even hotter. Being responsible for having Concord in this state makes his chest swell with pride, and he can't help but cast a fond look.]

You look amazing like this, you know. You already looked good in that kilt, but this, now, this is a real treat.

[Satisfied, Ali pulls out his three fingers. He grabs the towel to wipe them on, and then he gets a bit more oil to apply it to his own dick. He's rock-hard and groans a bit when he touches himself, but he keeps the touch brief and purely for preparation. He doesn't want to work himself up too much before he's inside of Concord.

The towel and oil are set back on the bedside table, and Ali is shifting his position to line himself up with Concord's stretched out entrance. He is going a little slow right now, but it's for giving Concord a moment to breathe as much as it is for Ali to make sure he's doing it right. He sees how hard Concord is, and he doesn't want Concord blowing his load 30 seconds in.]

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virtuesignal

[A pang goes straight to Concord's heart which then rushes straight down to his dick, making it ache. That fond look for Ali is too much. Add along compliments and his brows furrow, as if annoyed, but is purely a flustered reaction. His face is red and his body is prickled in a sheen of sweat from getting worked up. Nipples stand stiff upon his rounded pecks, bobbing with each panted breath. He's a mess, but Ali is reveling in it... and Concord is enjoying being a mess. Just for him, only for Ali to see.

For some reason.]

Kiss me, Ali, [he very nearly says you bastard along with that, but resists, finding the cursing unbecoming of him, even in this state. He groans so low it's almost a growl, an unnatural sound for him to make, but he's too riled up. He wants Ali to stop taking his time and fuck him, already-!]

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That's really what you want here, more than anything else?

[Ali says it with a touch of humor. Like, he's ready to push in and finally start fucking Concord, and what he wants is a kiss? Those are his priorities?

But in a way, it's sweet. Kissing is a lot more intimate than Ali had initially thought it would be, and for Concord to want to kiss while they sleep together sure is something. So Ali won't make him wait any longer, he's been teasing Concord long enough tonight. And he doesn't want to tempt Concord into being unbearable whenever they switch positions later.

So, before leaning in for any kisses, Ali is going to push into Concord. Ali had thought he could be suave about the whole thing, but suddenly having his dick squeezed into a warm and slick spot like this is enough to make him gasp. He hadn't been expecting it to feel this good, if he's honest. And by the time he's fully-seated inside Concord, he's actually leaning over and trembling in delight.

His face is a lot less cheeky when he finally goes in for that kiss. Inside, outside, over him, Ali's body radiates a warmth that can fully cover Concord now.]

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virtuesignal

[Concord really isn't sure what's better; the sensation of Ali's hard cock slipping inside of him or the smug look on his face melting into pleasure. His own jaw went slack to feel himself open, taking in that slick length rather than a few fingers. It's not completely different, but he much prefers the solid, thick warmth of a dick in him. He'd tried not to fantasize too much, but this is as good as he'd have imagined.

Ali is staggered a split second longer than he is. He reaches for the other man, grasping at the back of his hair like the first time they came against one another. Pulling him in, their lips crash together and Concord is particularly greedy for it. The heat engulfing and shooting through him is blissful, excitement and comfort in one. His hand not grasping Ali's hair is at the dragon's back, palm open wide and fingertips pressing into that tattoo-like mark across his back.]

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[The mark on Ali's back will actually feel warmer than the skin around it. It's not burning hot to the touch, but the difference in temperature is enough that Concord will be able to feel a difference.

As their lips crash together, Ali hungrily eats up everything and anything Concord will give him. He's trembling slightly, but he seems intent on touching every part of Concord he can despite the tremors running through his body. His hands also go to Concord's hair, but it's not a purposeful attempt to one-up himself over Concord this time. Instead, it's more of an automatic response to how intimately close they are right now.

He has not moved his hips yet, and his thighs are starting to burn a little from staying still. The reason why is a bit embarrassing though, so when they break from their kiss for air Ali finds himself burying his face against Concord's shoulder to hide his awkwardness.]

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virtuesignal

[Their mouths meet and that hunger is shared. Concord wants Ali's tongue on his, to mingle hot breath between them, to bounce and run their lips over one another's. It's distracting for a moment, the height of passion, but then he realizes Ali isn't moving beyond that. He's not bothered, the cock inside him is buried deep and it feels good that way. At first, only curious, doesn't really strike him as strange. Ali is so particular about the order of things, maybe he's just waiting for something.

Then, when that kiss is broken, he slumps down into Concord. His legs are shaking between Concord's, aren't they.

Oh. Oh!

He tries not to laugh, it would be a cruel thing to do is Ali mistook it for mockery. It's lighthearted, really, a rush of flattery and pride. Some appreciation for how adorable Ali could be, too. Should he keep his mouth shut, give Ali room to compose himself-? Or... rile him up more?

The answer is obvious, Concord can't help himself. He kisses Ali's ear before speaking to it,]

You best have more in you, Ali... if you come in me so soon.

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Shut up! I'm trying not to!

[It's not like he's one thrust away from coming, but being inside of Concord feels so good and he's made himself anxious about not being able to perform to expectations. The woes of an overthinker. Maybe that's why, even with Concord's attempts to soothe (maybe) with that kiss, Ali's answer is hissed out between clenched teeth. Really, it's not his fault that Concord is so damn attractive!

He can't just stay there forever though, he knows that. Eventually the mood would be fully killed. It's better to try and possibly come early and have to find other ways to get Concord off, right? He can do that, it's fine. Possibly.

Ali braces himself with his arms and finally moves, pulling his hips back and pulling most of the way out of Concord. Then he pushes in, snapping his hips forward to bury himself deep in Concord once more. The pace is a little janky at first- it's Ali's first time too, he's trying to fill in the gaps left by a not-fully-helpful textbook- but he'll settle into a steady rhythm that both feels good and isn't so much that he just blows his load right away.

He does glance at Concord to check on him, but Ali's face is mostly furrowed in concentration as he tries to find a rhythm that feels good for both of them. His breath is shaky and falls over Concord's bare skin as well.]

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virtuesignal

[While Ali is trying his best to not burst immediately, Concord is not interesting in helping with that. He lifts his knees higher on Ali's waist to give him more access, helping push and pull him by dipping the hand on his back down to his lower back, following along with the thrust of his hips. The first pull back nearly makes Concord's eyes roll back, the first push back in actually does momentarily.

From there on, it only gets better. Ali's awkwardness is shared, Concord needing that time to get used to the sensations of being fucked this way. Turns out, he's suddenly not all that quiet! His moans are deep and grow louder as Ali picks a rhythm, building on the pleasure with each pound into him. He can barely think of words, but when they come to mind, they're really just... goading Ali further.

His demands would sound more suited to a barracks than here, but it's the commanding tone he knows how to use]

I want you to... I want you to come, Ali... then fuck me again- and again- [not once, not even twice, at least three rounds. That would make up for all the waiting, all the anticipation. Three times. That's a good number.]

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[It's a good thing the castle is mostly-empty right now, and that there are fireworks going on outside. Ali doesn't want to think about how easily they would be overheard right now otherwise. Concord's plan was a good one, in retrospect. ]

Insatiable-

[His full complaint is cut off by a shaky gasp, and he doesn't pick up the words after. His point has been made, and the way he tries his best (and ultimately fails) to scowl probably helps get the message across.

What he does instead is, as he feels those knees on his waist, he shifts for a moment so he can hook his arms under those knees and push Concord's legs down towards his chest, forcing him to be more open and exposed than before. Maybe a deeper thrust will drive Concord crazy.]

You first, you stubborn oaf.

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virtuesignal

[The flustered insults falling out of Ali are a strange mix of arousing and amusing to Concord. He doesn't want to be degraded so much as... treated like a normal man, not treated as precious and above it all. Ali does that very well and it brings a smirk to Concord's face to hear him snap back like that, commanding back at him in turn.

Then, Ali pushes his legs further towards him, folding Concord over himself all the more deeply. He's fit and flexible enough for it, can handle and even enjoy some strain. When Ali thrusts into him this way, it's less the depth that takes him by surprised, more the difference in angle. Ali's cock shoves directly against his prostate and he gasps into a long, uncontrolled shutter of a moan. It sounds rather like when his hair got pulled, but the intensity is up from that. His thighs flex and muscles twitch beneath Ali's hands. The hand he had to Ali's hair jumps to his own mouth, Concord curling it beside his head and biting down at the knuckle of his thumb to stifle his continued moans at each press inside of him.

By the third time Ali hits that spot, he's finally found some words. Hasty, urgent words, but words-]

A, Ali- There- That is- Hahh- [he's being thoroughly undone by that spot being hammered into. Everything Ali can perceive of him is about to lose it, but he's not even trying to hold back, enjoying every moment of getting plowed down into Ali's bed. It's so hot that it's Ali doing this to him, he can't escape the thought of how appealing that is, and he's marveling at Ali like he's the most attractive man he's ever seen. Those green eyes of Concord's always appear so disinterested or harsh, but right now he just looks wholly enamored]

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[If Ali's mind wasn't in a lusty haze, he might have taken a sense of pride in getting that reaction out of Concord. Something about having the other man at his mercy when it comes to pleasure is actually really hot to him. But he's past the point of being smug right now, too focused on Concord and how every little reaction the unicorn gives him shoots white-hot pleasure right to his dick.

He takes that encouragement as a sign that he's doing something right though, and he slams into Concord at that same angle, over and over again. He's so close to his own orgasm that his fingers are trembling against Concord's thighs, but he's trying to last just a little bit longer. He wants to fill Concord up and give him everything he could possibly want. Sweat trails down his skin, dampening his hair and making him shine under the lamplight. But even with how hot he feels, he keeps going.]

Soon- come on-

[He tries to urge Concord on, but after a few more thrusts he finds himself spilling over inside of Concord, burying himself deep with one last thrust as his cock twitches and shoots its hot load deep within Concord.]

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virtuesignal

[Even when they're fucked around before this, Concord hasn't seen such physicality from Ali before. He's usually sat at a desk or simply walking from place to place. He's never exerting himself in a way a soldier might. It's dashingly attractive, the effort Ali is putting forward, just how much of himself he's putting towards pleasuring his partner.

Concord can scarcely gasp out his own encouragement before he's hit his limit-]

Yes, keep going- Ali-..! A, Ali..! [he grits his teeth around a moan, his orgasm overtaking him. It felt far too soon and so overdue, all at once. Concord also literally can't tell who lost it first, because Ali's hot cum is rushing into him seemingly at once. His aching cock bursts and shoots multiple long ropes of cum across his own midsection and chest. Both legs squirm and his ass feels tense and like he's completely melting at once. Concord's expression, too, is undone bliss. This is certainly the least guarded he's ever looked, maybe around anybody in his long life.

He's not thinking much about himself beyond how good that orgasm felt and continues to feel, lingering like a rainy day. Concord is much more focused on Ali, how he looks while he's coming, hoping he's just as lost in their shared pleasure as Concord is]

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[Ali vaguely remembers something in the book about cleaning up afterwards, hence why he had brought a towel in the first place. They had made quite a mess before, and he had thought they would do it again. But while they are indeed a mess, Ali doesn't grab for the towel quite yet. He seems barely aware of the cum on Concord's chest, even. He's too focused on Concord's face, watching as the man lays there looking more relaxed than Ali has ever seen him.

It's a sight that makes Ali's chest fill with fondness. He might still be in denial, but he has grown quite fond of Concord. And seeing Concord in this moment just makes him grow fonder.

Ali lets go of Concord's legs, adjusting their positioning so Concord can relax them finally. Then he lays down on Concord's chest, paying little mind to the mess there. Ali has worked up a sweat and he's quite tired now, he's going to need a break before he can do anything else. Still he hasn't pulled himself out of Concord quite yet. He feels too comfortable like this, resting his cheek on Concord's chest.]

Mmm...

[He doesn't have words yet, but that is a hum of approval from him. Sex is good, he could definitely get used to this.

Idly one of Ali's hands seeks out Concord's, trying to lace their fingers together. He's feeling a bit clingy now that he's in a post-orgasm haze.]

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virtuesignal

[A long, satisfied sigh escapes Concord as Ali falls forward onto him. This is exactly what he wanted, and he looks so blissfully content to have it. Ali's heat inside him, filling him, and his weight down over top of him. Concord feels completely at ease, more relaxed than he's perhaps ever felt. His legs slack, shivering just a bit as Ali remains pushed inside, but he doesn't want him to pull away just yet. This is too good as it is, no need to rush from the moment. Lingering here is nice.

Concord reaches a hand to card through Ali's sticky, dark hair, pushing some of it back behind an ear. Just when he does so, Ali takes his hand and their fingers lace together. Concord squeezes them briefly curling his hand with Ali's to rest slack on his chest beside the dragon's head. It's cute how each bob of Concord catching his breath causes Ali to rise and fall over top of him. Concord would let him stay their all night if it wasn't such a mess between them...

And he didn't still want to get fucked again. They can rest for a while before getting back to that, however. He lets the silence stretch out before asking, quiet and with a cheeky little smile, so it's definitely a deliberate joke this time,]

... amicable? [as if this is even in question]

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Very.

[He's sure of that much at least. 10/10, would do again. Possibly even in the morning, after some rest to regain his energy. That would be a fun way to wake Concord up. Maybe Concord will give him some more gentle touches like he just has, those feel quite nice indeed. And it's not like there's any reason they can't continue to get messy, they haven't had a bath yet.

Speaking of cleaning up, Ali is far too comfortable laying on top of Concord. His limbs feel heavy and moving anything feels like such a pain. Ali is content to stay right here, head resting on Concord's chest, rising and falling with each of Concord's breaths.

...he is starting to feel sticky though. And without the heat of sex, all of that sweat on him is starting to feel a little cold. The stone walls of the castle are good at keeping the heat of summer out, but that means it can be a little chilly at night. How annoying.

His brow furrows, and he looks a little put-out as he speaks.]

We should probably clean up and get under the covers.

[He makes no moves to start doing that. Because he's being lazy still.]

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virtuesignal

That would be a waste. [a states rather flatly, his usual stoicism slowly returning... or it might seem at first. He can't help that little smirk still on his face. The half lidded eyes and general ease in his tone give him away too easily.]

I want at least one more round. Two if you can muster the stamina.

[making a challenge of this has worked in the past, why not now? The hand of his that isn't laced up with Ali's is at the dragon's back. His fingers trail lightly up and down Ali's spine, bouncing up and down as they follow the subtle protrusions there. It's an unrushed gesture, happy to lay back and play with Ali until he's caught his breath.]

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[Ali lets out a soft 'tch' sound at that blatant attempt to goad him. It works, but he's still going to point out that Concord is being obvious.]

'Two if you can muster the stamina.' That's easy for you to say, I did all the work! I'd like to see you try to do it several times in a row if you were doing most of the effort.

[And then, a moment later, Ali realizes his mistake and he looks more annoyed than before.]

Though knowing you, you probably could, you damn stallion.

[Yes, he's bellyaching. No, he doesn't want to stop having sex. He's just like this.]