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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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Yes.

[Simple and firm, but Concord has that slightly smile of his to say it. It's starting to look more natural on his face, less uncommon. His long, silvery white eyelashes are much more noticeable when he's giving proper bedroom eyes to go along with the expression.

Concord move his free arm around Ali's shoulder and cradles the man's head in his palm. He leans in to kiss him again on the lips, slower and more teasing this time. If that's what Ali is saying works, then he's encouraged to go for it, right? His hand on Ali's cock wraps around him once he's hard enough to stroke, but he keeps it slow, grip loose and almost lazy about it. They're in no rush...]

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[It's a look that makes a shiver run down Ali's spine. He's going to get possessive over Concord, he's sure of it. And not just as another bit of silver to add to his collection either.

This feels so much more intimate, with how he's being held and teased but treated like something precious at the same time. He's not fragile, but a part of him likes being treated this way. For someone who's gone through solitude like he has, a little bit of warmth can go a long way to earning his undying loyalty. And Ali finds himself giving in fully, leaning in to Concord to wrap his arms loosely around the man's shoulders and hold onto him while they kiss. He groans into it, and he rocks his hips slowly against Concord's hand as it strokes him.

Compared to how quickly they got worked up last time, taking it slow feels nice. Even if Ali is getting teased, he thinks he likes this kind of teasing.]

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[Concord is going to take his time, do what he can to savor this. There's obvious appeal to getting caught up in their passions, in a fever pitch of desire. That was how this kept happening, right? Sparking one another with something and then needing to get off. Now, it's more measured and that's good too. Surprisingly good, slow and tender. Ali reaches for him and pulls him all the more into an embrace.

He continues to bob his hand over Ali, rubbing his thumb at the tip of his cock to spread more of his precum. Ali is still slick from before, but Concord will grab the oil again before he's ready to mount himself over the dragon's cock. He's also growing stiff, kissing Ali again makes him so eager for more. Their tongues dance off one another and lips press together with an urgency the rest of the act lacks in.

Ali is going to be possessive of him... and Concord is going to become dedicated. The unicorn is know foremost for his loyalty. He really gives everything of himself once he's gotten attached. Most find it noble, he fears if he was a mortal man it would be seen as clinging, desperate to lose the goodness and warmth allotted to him. He grasps into Ali's hair just a bit firmer, not pulling at the strands, but holding him in place to continue to kiss]

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[Dancing around their feelings is quickly becoming a habit for the two of them, and it will take ages for Ali to admit that he actually likes Concord. He has to figure it out for himself still, that his feelings aren't just 'it's hot when we argue and fuck each other'. Maybe a few more goes at it will get him to admit the truth.

Ali lets out a high-pitched whine at having his hair held onto like that, and his fingertips dig into Concord's back. He's stuck in place but not at the same time, and it's making his skin itch with how much he wants to just move. Or, if he's being honest, he wants Concord to move.

Ali's impatience gets the better of him eventually, and he breaks their kiss for a moment to hiss out some words between sharp breaths.]

Are you trying to make me come again from just touching?

[His words are a bit pointed, aimed at goading Concord a bit. Ride him, he silently urges with his fierce gaze.]

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Mmn, no. [Concord answers bluntly, leaning in to lick Ali's lips one more time. His grip loosens on his hair, but he took note of how Ali reacted to being held in such a way. There's a dominating streak in Concord. It doesn't matter if he's on the receiving end of a cock or not, it's still satisfying to hold Ali down. And Ali... Ali seems to like it. It makes Concord's cock ache to consider.]

I'm getting on top of you. [as was promised. Concord moves away to grab more oil, pouring it over Ali's now stiff standing cock, stroking it down the length to be sure it's well coated. A wipe clean of his hands on the towel as he sets aside that bottle and they're both ready for more.

He moves into place with his usual poise. That may seem out of place, too elegant a way to move for something so carnal. Still, Concord mounts himself over top of Ali and lines himself up. His hands grip the headboard, which is hopefully sturdy given Concord's weight and strength. Moving to sit on the dragon's cock, it simply... slips away from his hole. Ah.

Balancing weight on one hand, the other twists around back to hold Ali's dick in place. He lowers himself more gradually than he first attempted. Relax, right, realx.... his ass spread to take Ali inside once more, Concord sighing in something like relief. Still feels better than he would have fantasized over,]

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[There might be a barely-audible 'finally' in there somewhere, but Ali keeps his complaining otherwise quiet for the moment. Watching Concord become so focused is really interesting actually, what with how graceful he looks in everything he does. Ali even props himself up on his elbows a bit so he can watch the show of Concord re-coating his dick with oil and getting into position.

-and then Concord misses, and Ali can't help but snort in response. Even when he feels hard as a rock, his dick still has a little bit of bend to it, it seems.

Ali looks ready to make some kind of snappy statement about Concord's goof-up there, but that's quickly forgotten as Concord gets the movement down better the second time and manages to navigate Ali's dick into his hole. Ali's eyelids flutter as he groans loudly, purposefully keeping his hips still rather than thrust upwards into Concord's tight heat. No doubt his dick goes in deeper in this angle, it's best to let Concord get himself situated first before Ali aides in thrusting.]

Mmmm...take it all in...

[He's still leaning back on his elbows, but his head is tipped back slightly now too. This feels heavenly.]

[virtuesignal]

[As he opens around Ali's dick, wrapping so slickly around him, Concord has to fight every instinct to tighten up. His breathing is heavy and hot, if the room was colder it would certainly be visible in the air. He's tense with desire, but wants to do just as Ali says, take it all in... those words are going to appear to him when he's alone in his bed on some later night.

He's sure the memory will make his cock throb in the same needy way he feels right now. Moving his hips back away, he slips further back down the next. He's not bouncing so much as easing himself and pulling away when it's a bit too much too quick... The angle is different, he's not trying to push himself to a point of pain. It feels too good to ruin it with impatience now, of all times...

Moving his free hand to join the other on the head rest, his broad size overtop Ali is more apparent than ever. Attractive to him, though, how slim Ali looks without being fragile. He gives his own order, right back, if all the more desperate to go with his demand]

Ali, touch me... [anywhere, really, he's absolutely longing for those warm hands on his skin]

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[In the distance, through the thick castle walls, the faint popping of fireworks can be heard. The show is going on now, and most of the city is distracted with the explosions of bright, colorful light. The light doesn't reach Ali's room here- he doesn't have a window in his bedroom- but the flicker of the lamp provides plenty of light to dance across the slick skin of both men.

It makes Concord look absolutely beautiful, leaning over to brace himself against the headboard and lowering himself onto Ali's dick like that. He can't help but lick his lips as he takes in the sight of the other man. This is a moment that's going to be burned into Ali's mind forever.

He's all too happy to give Concord what he wants right now, what with how Concord is doing such a good job. Ali shifts a bit to take his weight off of his elbows, effectively flopping back against the bed. Then, with his arms freed, he'll reach up to grab onto Concord's hips and massage the muscles there firmly. The movements are in-sync with Concord's hips, encouraging Concord to sink down further onto him and drive him deeper into the other man.]

Keep going, you can take more.

[He nudges his hips upward as he says that too, pushing in a little deeper but not giving a full or forceful thrust. He wants to push Concord, not break him.]

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[The position really does wonders to show off Concord's physique. His strong arms reach forward, flexing to hold him up and keep him balanced in place. His chest looks full and build, his midsection tight as he rolls his hips up and down, starting to follow what Ali was motioning for.

All while he's admiring Ali in turn. The way the dragon looks at him... he's going to yearn for that look at all hours. How frightful that is, that kind of longing for another person. Concord feels that filling his up his stomach, his heart, he worries it's going to be too much. He's not really had feelings like this before...

He's probably overthinking it. He does that, after all, silently running through too many options, too many plans of attack. The sensation of bottoming out of Ali's cock frees his mind up some. Damn... that fills him up, too. A thought as lewd as that should push away those pesky, deeper feelings for a while.]

Every... bit of you. I am... not too heavy, right? [he asks with genuine concern, not a dig at Ali, for once. Concord wouldn't want to mess this up putting too much weight down on his companion. He wants Ali comfortable and pleased, so he keeps looking at him that intoxicating way.]

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You think I wouldn't complain if I were being squashed by you?

[It's said with a touch of amusement, a hint of a smile on Ali's lips. Really, he thinks he's being quite vocal today. Fortunately he's not pinned down too heavily for comfort, Concord does weigh more but the weight on top of Ali feels more securing than anything. And fuck, Concord looks far too hot like this to tell him to move. Seeing how that taut skin moves with each roll of their hips is mesmerizing.

Ali lets go of Concord's hips, but it's in favor of letting his hands slide up and around, smoothing their way over Concord's chest. One of his thumbs flicks over a nipple, teasing Concord just a bit. And in the meantime, Ali keeps rocking himself up into Concord to match Concord's timing, but his own movements are shallow. He's letting Concord do the brunt of the work here, while moving just enough to keep things tantalizing. His gaze drifts down to Concord's cock for a moment, and he debates teasing Concord as much as he had been teased earlier. Would that be too much like this? He has to consider that.

He has to tease, though, even if it's said between quick breaths and pleased groans. He wants to watch Concord squirm in delight.]

I bet you're going to think of this at the worst possible times. How are you going to make it through a meeting without fantasizing about being bent over that table?

[virtuesignal]

[Ali is correct, it would be strange of him to not complain. Concord almost voices as much, makes a jab of it, but Ali's hands are on his chest. That swiftly becomes the most forward thought in his mind, pushing away anything else. At first, he bends his arms to press into those searching palms, but then realizes it's better to simply arch his back. Ali's cock is rest about as deep as it could reach and the angle is only improved by a bit of bending forward.

Each heavy breath Concord takes in only fills Ali's hands further. Never would have Concord thought he'd find pleasure having his pecs groped, yet here he is. He wants Ali to grip and flick and grope at him. All that built up muscle was for practical survival, not vanity... then here Ali changes that, makes Concord grateful his human form was so built because it's so pleasing to be played with like this.

He can compose himself a bit to tease back, squiring though he may be himself. Yes, he'd be thinking about this. He'd been thinking about all this. Ever night that week he probably stroked off just to get by. He won't want to settle for that now that he knows this could be what he's getting off to, instead]

Telling on yourself, Ali? You would be thinking just the same... you lack the stern expression I have. People would be able to read your face...

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I don't need a stern expression to keep my thoughts hidden. You drive me crazy at every meeting, they would mistake it for ire.

[It's true, the line between 'annoying' and 'sexy' is very blurred when it comes to them. Anyone who doesn't already know how quickly they can go from arguing to making out won't ever suspect them of fantasizing about the latter.

Ali splays his hands out over Concord's chest, pressing against the muscle there. He loves feeling every twitch and contraction between his fingertips, Concord has to be showing off a bit just for him. Or at least, that's what Ali thinks. Concord is a feast for the eyes, and he has every right to show off.]

But you're going to be sitting there, reminded of how much you like this- [As he says 'this' he thrusts his hips upward, bucking into Concord deeply on purpose.] -and you'll be rock-hard under that table. Will you even manage to keep your hands off of yourself until the meeting is over? Or will we need a recess so I can suck you off in a side room?

[Ali will absolutely cringe later at how dirty he's talking right now. But when he's not thinking too deeply about things, it's easier to be horny with his words.]

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[Now that he's on top, Concord is definitely showing off, trying to impress and please. That's the whole point, right? To pleasure one another. He's not usually one to indulge in displays of vanity, but he's proud of his looks, always dresses pristinely with his uniforms, with his well-kept braid...

Speaking of, that is cascading down his naked back currently. Part of him wants to pull it forward, over one shoulder, but he's enjoying Ali's hands on his chest too much. Every knead of his round pecs and flick of a nipple makes him shiver. If he tosses forward his braid, he's sure that will tempt Ali to grab at it. Ah, if that gets tugged forward, while's riding Ali's cock, he knows he'll cum too quickly. Best to leave it where it is, even if it's tickling down his spine.

At this point, he's found a steady rhythm to the roll of his hips. Ali's cock is so stiff and presses into him just right. Not to mention the dirty talk, Concord feels his cock throb between his legs at is bobs in the open air, dripping precum. He'd long know Ali is a talker, but hearing him like this is new... exciting, mostly.]

You want to do that, huh? Take me into your mouth?

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[Ali would definitely tug on that braid if he could reach it. For now it's out of his reach though, and he focuses on trailing his hands down Concord's chest. He has something in mind, but he's going to get to it slowly, teasingly.]

Among other things. Anything to hear you go hoarse.

[One of his hands returns to Concord's hip, holding him there firmly. But the other sneaks between Concord's legs, and he wraps his fingers around the hard shaft there, pumping his hand in time to the rock of their hips. He might not make Concord scream that much tonight, but it's a goal for later. As they get better at this, he's going to work at driving Concord crazy, over and over again. And his first attempt is going to be this double-assault of rolling into Concord while stroking him.]

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[Even if that wasn't intended as a pun, he briefly laughs at it, cut off only by Ali reaching for his cock. The noise shifts to more of a low, deep rumble through him. The warmth of the dragon's hands is something he craves for... anywhere on his body, really. Directly wrapping up and stroking his cock is by far the best option. He can feel his precum leaking out, wetting Ali's hand to make his touch all the more smooth.]

Go.... easy. I do not want to come just... yet... [he does sound rather hoarse, it's true. He meets his hips down as Ali pushes upward him. Swaying away pushes him forward into that warm, slick grasp. It all feels so good, he worries he's not giving back as much as he's getting. Does showing off so much count?]

I want this to last.

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[Showing off counts for a lot, it's true. And that laugh in particular is really attractive on Concord. But Ali also sees this as his chance to put the attention on Concord, much like how Concord had sucked him off a few days earlier. It's alright with him if it's not an even give and take every time they have sex, since he intends on sleeping with Concord many, many more times in the future. But yeah, being able to watch Concord's reactions is more than enough for Ali right now, and it's only partially because he likes getting the upper hand on Concord. For some reason, feelings of warmth keep growing in his chest every time he sees Concord's back arch or hears a low moan come from him.]

Can't last despite all of this?

[It's alight bit of teasing, but Ali does slow down his strokes in response, and he lets his hips rest on the bed once more. When Concord is ready, he can pound deep into him and pull that orgasm right out. For now though, he'll keep his touch light and teasing to pick away at Concord's resolve.]

You might have to stay all night at this rate, if you plan to ride me for so long.

[He does not mind this idea one bit. They can cuddle up and actually get some sleep in a couple hours, after they've had their fun.]

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[Concord has more ways to show off, fortunately. He pushes himself back from the headrest, straightening upright overtop Ali's cock. His broad shoulder droop and his arms hang at his sides, hands falling over his own thighs. That physique of his isn't just for display, he's got plenty of real strength of his body. He'll continue to ride Ali with a smooth roll of legs and hips and abdominal control, bouncing him between Ali's hard dick and tight grasp.

The new angle is as intoxicating as the last, but he can take it slow, not overwhelm himself. Holding back is better than he anticipated, the burn of effort to keep moving is satisfying the way a long and challenging work out is.]

Is that an invitation, Ali? People will... talk. [which is something Concord is caring less and less about by the moment. How could he do something like this with Ali, but find it embarrassing to be seen as. Well. What? An item? Lovers? It is strange to consider what they are at this moment. Still rivals, just with this kind of tension and tenderness overlapping? It's too confusing for Concord, he's not good at this stuff, much too straightforward]

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[Ali has to fight to keep from rolling his eyes. Not that Concord's concerns aren't valid, but he's overlooking something Ali sees as obvious.]

It's the night of a festival, Concord. Everyone's going to be sleeping in tomorrow morning. Nobody will even notice you sneaking back into the barracks at sunrise. Half of your men will probably be waking up in other beds that morning anyway.

[Such is the way of human life: festivals invite confirmations of strong feelings, which lead to newborns nine months later. There's a reason why so many people in this country have birthdays in April.

With his hand still on Concord's hip, he starts to massage the muscle there. His legs must be feeling tight already, aren't they? Ali wouldn't want Concord to lose steam before he finished.]

If you need to, we can move again.

[To what position, Ali doesn't know. But muscle cramps are probably a bad idea during sex.]

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I do not care... If people know, Ali... [genuinely, it's stopped being a concern for him by now. At first this was all too spontaneous, only felt right to hide it. Some strange mistake they made together. Now? Now, Concord isn't going to act ashamed.

He's enthusiastically riding Ali's cock, after all. The slow grind is pleasing, but he wonders if it's not very pleasurable to the dragon, if he's suggesting a swap of positions. Concord picks up his pace some, bouncing a bit harder on the man, working up to steadier rhythm. Hoping, of course, it makes Ali squirm some. He squeezes his legs and ass some just to tease further]

You are not bored already.

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Not bored.

[How could he be bored like this? It's not every day that he gets to enjoy having an attractive man ride him and make his heart flutter. That last part is not an admission of any kind, by the way, he's going to attribute that feeling to the fact that he's trying to hold off his orgasm. Yeah, that's exactly it.]

It would be a shame for your legs to cramp up, that's all. Unless you're strong enough to-

[Ali's goading is cut off by a low groan as Concord squeezes him just right. Fuck, this feels good. Ali picks up the pace as well, thrusting up into Concord and pumping his hand faster. Concord might want to drag it out, but Ali is going to make him come undone in his hands.]

Concord...

[The name comes out as a moan too, pitched high enough to be heard over the slap of skin on skin.]

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I am... strong enough..! [gasped out roughly and more loudly than Concord usually is, full of stubbornness and desperation and want. Concord is plenty confident in himself and his physicality, he could ride Ali all night like this if it was just a matter of his legs and hips having the strength for it. What he doesn't have is the endurance to the pleasure it's causing him. Pain he can handle, but he's weak to how good Ali is making him feel. That is what makes him want to surrender, is what he's fighting off more than anything.

It's clear from his escalating pace and raw expression that he's very close, just won't admit it. If he says as much, that seals his fate, doesn't it? If he holds back, he can outlast Ali, or so he can pretend until the last moment. All he has to say now is thoughtless chants of that sweet, shortened name, unable to form the whole of it in a fever pitch]

Ali..! Ali!

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[Hearing that stuttering voice makes Ali feel just a touch of pride, knowing that he's the one causing that break in Concord's voice. They really do drive each other crazy, don't they.

He sees the way Concord is speeding up, and he knows it won't be much longer. He keeps a firm hand on Concord's dick, intending to stroke him all the way to completion. As fun as it would be to suck Concord off here, he cannot bent that much. That will have to happen another day.

Ali can feel lightning bolts of pleasure shooting up his spine though, and he knows he's so close. He can't tell who will come first, but at this point he can't control it anyway so he just grips Concord's hip firmly as he pounds up into the man.]

Concord!

[And then his vision flashes white as he spills over, filling Concord with his seed for the second time that night.]

[virtuesignal]

[Concord would have never imagined the two of them calling out one another's names in such fits of passion. What a strange and wonderful change of heart he's felt. Ali, too, he supposes... seeing him less as some obstacle and more as a fellow. Or... whatever they are to one another in this moment. It's too frantic for Concord to overthink, feeling Ali pound into him, stroke his cock, call his name, look at him like that-

His legs do finally tire and he loses some balance briefly, tipping slightly back to catch himself with a locked upright arm, palm down against the sheets. It arcs he back all the more as he remains tall, but seated flat down on Ali's now pumping cock, coming inside him again. Concord's chin lifts upward, adams apple bobbing, and he cannot hold back his own orgasm in turn. His own cock twitches heavily in Ali's grip before come rushes out, shooting hot ropes onto waiting fingers. Fingers which continue to milk him of more and more ecstasy, his hips writhing and jolting in place, held by his own weight down onto Ali's dick deep inside him.]

Aah... Ali... [there's a smile to his voice, squirming at the touch] Stop, stop... you wrung me dry... [those hands are dangerous, he's never going to look at them to same again. How much pleasure they're capable of pulling out of him, to the point he's whining out for mercy... all while delighted by it, in a haze of afterglow and sensitivity.]

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(OOC: sorry for the delay! I had one of my cancer treatments at the end of February and it took me out for a while, but I'm feeling better now.)

[Ali can feel the gears in his brain turning, trying to make some kind of sly comment about filling Concord up, but his body feels limp and he can't string a sentence together at this moment. He does let go of Concord's dick though, once he's sure Concord has nothing left in him. Ali signs, and his arms flop down onto the bed next to him.

They're a mess, and they need a bath and to wash the sheets. But it's fine for now, that can happen later. He chases away the pedantic part of his mind that keeps saying this will be harder to clean up if he waits.

Instead, he pats a spot on the bed right next to him, wordlessly inviting Concord to lay down. He wants to lay together for a bit now, even if their positioning means they'll have to unjoin to do it. Ali is a lot more complacent after an orgasm, it seems.]

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(OOC: No worries and take all the time you need! So glad you're feeling better!!)

[Concord remains slack overtop Ali, barely holding himself up. His chest bobs heavily as he pants and catches his breath. He can feel the sweat beading down his skin, trailing down over his pecs, between his now burning abdominal muscles, along his inner thighs. He feels the wetness inside him, too, Ali's cum sure to leak out of him when he pulls away. It should be humiliating, but it just excited him further, makes him feel marked. Not owned, but claimed, maybe... He would let Ali call him his...

Wait, that's thinking a bit dangerously, isn't it? He grunts to move, following Ali's guiding direction. Concord tilts and lets himself fall forward again. While he only intended to move off the dragon's now softening cock, he ends up collapsed in close. As if he'd intended it all along, he leans in to kiss Ali's lips again. It's an impulsive kiss, but well worth savoring while they're still joined.

He separates that kiss as he lifts himself from Ali's lap, slipping off his dick with a light wince. Not from pain, but the embarrassing lewdness and messiness. His ass and legs feel soaked. He angles to land on his side next to Ali, where he was directed. one arm pulls beneath a pillow to rest himself down on, the other arm is lazily left draped over Ali's front, unconsciously petting him with a thumb.

Seemingly in a daze, he asks an... all together very silly question, foggy from the still lingering pleasure and just how affection saturated he feels emotionally. He wants to look at and touch Ali the whole evening more.]

Why have we not... done this before?