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It took a little time and a little hunting around the shopping centre, but at last they found what they were looking for in the back of a quiet clothing store tucked away at the end of a walkway with very little traffic. After a couple of minutes pretending to look at the shirts and trousers on the hangers, Quin risked a glance at the young hog manning the front desk. The hog seemed to be busy with his phone, but Quin still called out, "Hey... is it okay if we go and try these on?"

"Fine by me," the hog replied without lifting his gaze.

Huh. Could probably walk out of here with anything we want, thought Quin. Ooops -- that reminds me. After another glance around to check for security cameras, of which he saw none, he went over to Thorne, ran a foreclaw over the backs of some trousers and whispered, "Changing room. In back. C'm'on."

Thorne's ears tucked and then, quickly untucked again as though forced. "In... in here?!" The grey dragon's voice was almost a squeak. His eyes gleamed a little, telling a different story, one of excitement and enthusiasm and hope.

Quin nodded. "Just follow me in, in a couple of seconds. Just act naturally." Quin turned and fitted actions to words, walking steadily away in the direction of the fitting-rooms at the back of the store. There was a jaunty swing to his hips and tail which Thorne didn't fail to notice.

Bastard, Thorne thought with an inward smirk. And a frisson of fear. He turned his attention to the clothes in front of him again, and picked from the rack a pair of powder blue shorts. "I'm, uh... I'm just going to go and try these on," he said, trying not to let his voice squeak. It was unclear if he was heard or not as the hog gave him no sign in any direction. "I'm... uh... Okay." As his heart began to thump in his chest, the dragon swallowed and headed through the clothes to the back room.

"You made it." Quin's smile was warm and bright upon seeing his new friend. "I wasn't sure you'd be okay."

"Neither was I," replied Thorne. His eyes were downcast for a moment before he looked up. "I... I dunno if I can do anything, though."

"That's okay. It's all okay."

A softfurred feline paw traced down the back of Thorne's bare right forearm and the dragon shivered. Despite his nervousness he could feel his cock hardening, from the cougar's scent, to his own unadmitted desire, to the sheer naughtiness of what he - HE - was contemplating. Had contemplated. Had wanted. Maybe. I don't know. I -- mmmmm... The decision was taken for him by the tenderest and lightest of touches of warm, black lips to his thin, scaled ones. That... mmm... Thoughts began to melt away as Quin kissed him, gently, lightly, encouraging.

"How's that feel?"

"Mmmf..." Thorne, blushing hard, opened the eyes he hadn't realised he'd closed to see a feline smirk beneath two gold eyes looking at him. "It... Good..."

"Good." Quin leaned back in and began to tease his paw down the dragon's front. "Stop me if you want to. It's okay."

I... I should... I should stop this, I... Oh... Mmmf... Right here, we shouldn't, I -- But I want to... In the clothing shop, just as in the cinema earlier, being around Quin had made Thorne's cock rock hard. He was sure he was making a small damp patch on the front of his outerwear from the amount of pre he was leaking; he had to be. His paw's getting closer... he's going to -- he's going to -- he -- mmmmf! Oh, mmmm... And Quin was, now, he was caressing Thorne's small, round-tipped cock through the two layers of fabric, he was tugging the foreskin back and forth along the shaft and over the head in little movements that felt so good, he was purring quietly into Thorne's muzzle, kissing and giving small laps of that wonderfully rough feline tongue... And he, Thorne, was being jerked off through his clothes by another guy, he was doing something delightfully forbidden and naughty... he was, he was, he was. And he was loving it.

Quin opened his eyes briefly and smiled at the sight. His dragon friend was almost frozen in delight and pleasure as the cat's strong paw caressed and tugged along the front of Thorne's pants. Bet this is a first for him in a lot of ways, he thought, and leaned to deepen the kiss just a little more. Mmmf... dunno why, but this is making me so fucking horny. Not like this is new for me_, after all. Heh._ His free paw moved down and found the lump in his own pants, slender and long feline cock sticking out of his sheath into silk boxers inside designer camo shorts. Ow!... dammit, fuck, I am horny... mmmf... I wonder if he'd let me -- wait, what --

Thorne had broken the kiss and was looking at Quin with ears tucked and muzzle open in a pant. His long tail flicked back and forth as he whispered, "I'm... I'm gonna cum..."

So soon?! Aww. "It's okay, draggie," Quin whispered back, "it's okay, that's what it's all about."

"No... no, I mean... mmmf... I'm gonna cum!..."

Shit, he means right now!... Damn! "It's... it's okay." Think fast, cat. -- Okay. That's what it is. Without further ado Quin dropped to his knees and reached up with both hands. One practised paw pulled down a zip while the other dipped inside, fumbled briefly, and then tugged out Thorne's humanoid cock and drew back the foreskin. Quin glanced up: Thorne was biting his lower lip and trembling. "Just let it happen, draggie. Cum for me, sweetie," he said, opened his mouth and took in the dragon's cock. Mm... not too big, not too small, just perfect, he thought, bobbing lightly on the six or so inches of hardness that jetted precum urgently now. Quin's own dick ached in his pants as he tugged on it through the fabric, his hips jolting slightly of their own accord.

"Mmmh... Quin... mmmf... gonna cum... gonna cum..." Without warning Thorne's clawed hands found and grasped Quin's head as the dragon began to thrust, lightly but firmly, into the soft warm space his dick had located. "Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna -- mmmf -- cumming! Cumming! Mmmf, mfff, Quin, I'm cumming!" His voice was a strangled whisper of a gasp.

Cum for me, dragon! Quin thought, and a moment later got the first, light, splash of Thorne's seed, warm and thick on his tongue. Seconds later there was another, harder and stronger, and another, harder and stronger than that, and another, and another. Quin lost count of the number of times Thorne shot what felt like a mouthful of cum, and each time Quin swallowed it down, stroking himself as he did. Fuck, that tastes good -- that feels good -- fuck, I could do this all day, I -- fuck -- fuckfuckfuckfuck I think I'm cumming too! I _-- I __ --__ I, fuck, fuck I_ am cumming! Fuuuuck, fuck oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuuck... Thin, long jets of watery feline seed soaked the front of his boxers and then through to the cotton pants over them as both the cat and the dragon rode their orgasms together.

Quin let Thorne's cock slip from his muzzle and gave it a lick along the back, then licked his lips.

Thorne jumped at the lick and shivered. "Sensitive."

"I don't doubt it." Quin paused, still kneeling and looking up at Thorne. He's really quite cute, especially like this. "Is everything okay?"

Thorne nodded. "It's... it's fine. I'm still just a bit... Well... Here, you know... Me... you..."

Rising from the floor was as graceful as kneeling down for the feline. "It's okay. As long as you're okay."

"I'm okay." The smile Thorne gave him was genuine, and so was the kiss. "But what about you? I got to cum, but..."

"Don't worry about me, draggie. I'm fine."

"I --"

"I'm fine, really." Grinning, almost blushing, Quin took one of Thorne's hands and placed it on the large damp spot on the front of his clothes. "See?"

"You... you..."

"Mmm-hmm."

"While I was..."

"Mmm-hmm." Quin's expression was now that of an extremely cream-fed Cheshise cat.

"... wow..."

Quin's tail flicked. "'Wow' is right. For both of us." His hand, moving to brush off a piece of link, caught the underside of Thorne's softened cock, still hanging out of the front of his fly. "We should get out of here, I think. You should put yourself away, first."

Thorne blushed, grinned, tucked his cock back into his boxers and did himself up.

Back out in the shop, the two teens hung their borrowed clothes back onto the rail, glanced at each other and smiled. As they headed for the door Thorne reached for Quin's arm, took it, made a crook of it and slipped his own through.

I... mmm... I dunno, Thorne. But I'm willing to try. No promises, but I'm willing to try.

Quin smiled, leaned in and kissed the dragon on the snouttip, right on the lips, right there in front of the shopkeeper.

"You kids find what you were looking for?" he asked as they headed through the open main door. He sounded barely interested.

Thorne glanced at Quin, who grinned and looked at him and then over at the hog. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah, I think we did."