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Somewhere Out There - Hearts Burst Into Fire By Bartan Tirix

He couldn't stop staring at them. Those golden eyes were enthralled by their color and how they changed. Watching them dance in the wind and take flight with it, as if to submit to the air's proposal and elope with it. Being taken away from it's only known home and fly far away.

Yes, autumn was definitely here. Something he couldn't keep his eyes off of, let alone his mind wandering from one thing to another. Normally skipping the idea of work in the late afternoon, as he just stared out the window. Nearly jumping out of his scales when he noticed the beige runner leaning against his doorframe, and taking a moment just to breathe. "You're hopeless, Bryce."

"I know, Seb." Another breath as he looked down at his desk. "I've barely done a damn thing today."

"Too busy thinking about him?"

"When am I not?" Another sigh as the brown drake flopped his head on the papers. Groaning afterword, but not exactly clear on what about.

"Yep. Hopeless fits." The raptor-like dragon took a few steps towards the window. "Here I was thinking you were staring at something white, but there's not a single cloud in the sky."

"I'm almost sick of looking at white." Bryce snorted, gesturing the papers. "I've..." A breath. "I've just been thinking a lot."

"About what?" Another look from those golden eyes down at the papers.

"...A lot about him, and how he thinks, I suppose." A noise in question. "Why do we do this?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why record everything on paper, when we can easily do it all digitally?"

"Because you're better off typing on a computer with your eyeball than your paws." A snout toss from the earth dragon.

"Well, yeah. But that doesn't mean I couldn't run a camera. We use them for taking statements nowadays anyway, why not for paperwork." A sigh from Sebastian.

"You have a point. Or is it the bear that has one?" A proud smile from the dark brown one.

"I came up with that all by myself."

"I'm proud of you."

"See? He is a good influence on me-"

"Let's not get carried away here." A chuckle from the larger one, as the runner smirked. Looking down at the chief's progress. "You've done better since the past few days. Considering the mental workload."

"Can you blame me? This isn't why I wanted to become chief."

"I know, but those with hands are doing what we can. Maverick has been complaining quite a bit about it as well, so you're not alone in this department. But, whereas there's so much..." A nod from Bryce interrupted him. "I guess we should take that as a good thing."

"Yeah." A breath from the earth dragon. "Is it... Is it weird how I almost miss it?"

"Aside from the people being murdered, you mean?"

"Or harmed in general." A breath from the runner this time. "I think that answers me."

"...In some ways, I do. It's the most we've done around here aside from endless paperwork and a few reports."

"You're forgetting that shoplifter we had a while back." A snout toss from the beige one.

"We're not talking about that. The same reason why we're not talking about why the Collin's bushes were being 'Poisoned'."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Bryce snorted.

"Of course you don't. You only did it eight times in a row during your vacation time. What I don't understand is why you wanted to water the same bush everytime."

"We're not talking about it, Sebastian." The drake grumbled, looking over at the office clock. "Five minutes is close enough. Or in your case, ten."

"Hardly. I just got done my workload." The runner tipped his hat as he started for the door. "How's the bear liking the new place?"

"He's fitting in rather well. Though, occupying the guest room." A strange look from Sebastian.

"...You're not sleeping in...?"

"He's using it for work."

"Oh." A bit of an awkward moment. "That makes a lot more sense now."

"You were proud of me again, weren't you?"

"More worried that maybe the real you was suddenly abducted by a supernatural being." A chuckle from the larger one.

The phone in the large home echoed through the halls. Soon getting the attention of a certain furred bear that was nearly expecting it. "Bartan's Companionship Services."

"Companion...?" The drake on the other end mumbled. "Way too many syllables, bear. Apologize."

"You'll get used to it." The two chuckled, sharing the inside joke. "Getting off work?"

"Just a little early." The half grumble morphed into a whispering purr. "Been thinking about you too much."

"I bet you are."

"Are you almost done there, today?"

"With this client, yes. We're just wrapping up."

"Does this mean I get to scrub you down when I get home?" Another purr.

"Well, not from this session specifically. If you want to do something a little more, I think I can squeeze you in before the evening."

"Evening? You have another appointment tonight?"

"Yep. Someone called earlier, asked if I had some time."

"You are just getting occupied lately. It's starting to make me jealous." Bryce playfully grumbled, making the bear chuckle.

"You plant your flags everyday, no need to be jealous."

"Just means I'll have to plant my flagpole a little deeper." Another purr, this time getting a strange look from a blue dragon passing his office door.

"We're still on the clock, Bryce. Try to keep it in your sheath until then."

"Too late, Kalinth." A laugh from the hallway.

"Smooth, draggy. Real smooth." Bartan teased.

"That's not the only thing that's smooth."

"Keep that up, you'll have to walk home with that flagpole waving about."

"I can't help it bear. This is what you do to me." Another purr. "I'll be home soon."

"Try not to enthrall too many people."

"It is pretty hard to look away from magnificence." The two chuckled. "I'll see you in a few minutes."

"Pants off?"

"They better be."

"Yes, Sir!" They hung up the phone, just as another set of heavier footsteps were walking down the empty halls. Seeing another earth dragon come around the corner and nudge the bear.

"Sounds like someone has some plans, this afternoon." The ivory one smirked, still able to see her fresh makeup in the reflection of the fridge.

"Yes, I'm quite the busy one lately." A few strokes against her neck, being cautious to not mess up her recent looks. "I hope I did well."

"Very well. I could use someone with such skilled paws to do my makeup every morning." Another nudge against that fur as she started towards the exit. Bartan following beside her. "Not to mention, such... Tendencies in the afternoons."

"That area I know how to do well."

"Very well. Perhaps the best massage I've ever had." A smirk from the female. "Your payment will be received by my next visit, as discussed."

"Just try not to let it happen too often, Emera. I know it can be difficult for your kind to carry around money."

"I suppose that would be a good reason to have such clothing on all the time. Those pockets must come in handy."

"More than you think." A soft smile, and he opened the door for the earth drake. "Until next time, my lady." That made her smirk, even more so when she seen a white dragon approach the door as well. Nearly holding up her head with pride as she walked out, barely greeting the librarian as they passed and expecting his rather surprised look. One that shifted from her to the bear. "Remy, how are you?"

"I'm fine. How are you holding up?" The wyrm replied, trying not to sound almost shocked as he was invited in. Waiting for the door to close before whispering. "Really? Emera?"

"She's a paying customer. I'm not going to discriminate."

"It just seems a little off..." Those blue eyes glanced through the door. "Aren't you afraid that she's going to...?"

"Manipulate me? Perhaps win me over in some way?" A bit of a frown from the white dragon. "It's fine, Remy. She only wanted a massage."

"It starts with massages, I'll tell you that." A chuckle from the furred one.

"That was Bryce's reaction as well."

"The chief?"

"Yes. He was sent to be her bodyguard for my last scheduled week, though I'm not sure how many knew that." Bartan pondered, getting a glass of water and offering one to his guest. Seeing him respectfully decline as Remy looked over the large house. "What brings you here?"

"Oh, me? I was just..." A bit of a shy look. "I was dropping off Amely and Vara for today, and thought I would..."

"Out with it, Remy. No need to be so shy, we've talked about this." A faint nod as the librarian took a breath. Leaning over the cupboard space in the middle of the large kitchen.

"How are you, really?" He asked a bit quietly.

"I'm fine." A bit of a sour look. "I really am, don't worry about me."

"I can't imagine how you would be, considering what happened to you a few days ago." A breath from the bear that time.

"I know. But I was expecting it eventually." Those wavy ears perked a bit. "I know more than I let on, something you've already figured out by now."

"...Yes."

"But do know I was fighting for your existence. Yours, Remy, as well as everyone else around here."

"Including Bryce?" A nod from the furred one. "I guess I'm still a little worried. You were barely seen the next day, and-"

"That..." Another breath, looking over at a picture of the younger brown dragon. "He barely let go of me. I honestly think it scared him to, thinking I was suddenly going to be ripped out of his life once again." A bit of silence as the wyrm walked around and gave Bartan a hug. Feeling it get returned. "I don't blame him."

"Neither do I. He's lucky enough not to lose you." A nod from the bear. "We all are."

"But I don't belong to him." A bit of a brace and a whimper from Remy. "You stood up to him, I'm proud of you for that."

"A-actually... Maverick said it first. I-I just..." The furred one broke the hug just to look into those blue eyes, nearly muzzle to muzzle and smiling.

"You would've. I know you would have, if they didn't do it first." A stroke against the side of his neck, down to his scaly white protection around his heart. "You are strong, Remy. So very strong, especially when your instincts take control." A whimper from the dragon. "And I don't mean _those_instincts."

"N-noted."

"Thank you." A small kiss on his white lips. "I know I'll eventually have to thank every one of you personally in some way-"

"You already have, Bartan." The two smiled, then that blush came back over the librarian's face. "But I..." A loud swallow. "I would... Like..."

"To schedule a meeting?" A shy nod. "That's fine. I'm occupied tonight and tomorrow, so it might be a couple of days." A gesture to follow him through the house. "Let me check the calendar and see where I can fit you in."

"Are you really that busy?"

"I do try to limit myself for three clients per day. Even then, depending on what they request, it's more than enough."

"I-I suppose so." Another blush. "But that is good news for a new business."

"Yes, now if only I could hire someone to help out. Were you still looking for another job?" Nearly a yelp from the draconic one, making the bear chuckle.

The drake walked down the streets, thankful that his weapon finally retreated back into its protection for now. Well, most of it anyway. It took some effort, but he was able to calm it down. Long enough to possibly make it to his old home, one that definitely brought back some memories. Making him ponder if that's the reason why he left to begin with.

Really, it was the distance. The apartment was closer to work, and closer to the bar. Making it much easier to make it to and from each place, especially when a little hazy after a few. Waking up late into a set of someone else's bushes, yard, and one time a ditch was enough of a wakeup call. Let alone, disturbance within the neighborhood. That was the first time Sebastian stood up to the chief, something he still considered the runner's proudest moment to this day.

Though he has had a few of them these past few weeks. Often knowing what was morally right and to code. Though still the newest guy to the force, the beige one was far from a rookie. Still wearing that hat Bryce got him for Sebby's efforts a long while back. At least he knew that the drake thought highly of him. Honestly, the runner would possibly make a better chief lately than Bryce has. But only because he admitted to being rather bewitched by a certain furball.

Furball. That bear... It nearly shook the dragon to know that he nearly lost that outsider a few days ago. Not knowing how he would actually react if Bryce really did. He's lost people before, yes. But no one this close to his plated heart. The thoughts about what he would do if the bear was lost to him, or even left him. Well, the ladder would be that the earth drake would chase that tail until the very ends of the world. Not taking no for an answer... Maybe that's why he's been so clinging to the furred one. Appreciating and taking in every feel, touch, taste of him.

He even went as far to say that he loved him, nearly missing that opportunity like a final dance. Just too shy to say it in front of those brown eyes, and Bryce couldn't for the life of him understand why. Almost beating himself up during the nights that the furball was busy, likely tending to others for his work. "That bear doesn't belong to you, Bryce." Maverick's voice echoed through his head over and over. And the drake knew it, like it was common sense. Regardless of how many times Bartan has told him; Opened Relationship. Multiple Mates. Hell, he even has his own family: a wife and two husbands. All outsiders, so far from the bear's current position.

Maybe that's why the white one has been so... Explorative? Adventurous towards others around here? Unable to count how many partners Bartan's had on all his paws, there was practically a mob searching for him by the end of it. Perhaps the bear was stuck here and missing companionship, away from his loved ones. The drake knew he didn't talk about them much, though that could be for many different reasons. One of the things the furred one questioned him on was the idea of his new job, and if it was illegal here. Is it possible that his mates were criminals? Making them a more sensitive subject towards the chief of police in these parts?

Bryce stopped to take a breath. His mind was just making assumptions, something that Bartan warned him of when it came to the ends of relationships. A few examples came to his mind, but none of them were ever personal experiences of the dragon's. Truth be told, with all the stress out of his job and the dangers that ever came with it, it was never something Bryce was looking for. More just knowing how much of a pain it can be to just find a mate, let alone keep one satisfied. Yet here, it seemed that the bear barely needed satisfaction. That he got it through multiple ways, multiple clients.

Thinking about it again got that longing to tug a certain region once again. Knowing his large body was soon going to embrace that living pillow once again, squeeze the living stuffing out of it. All he had to do was get home, and he was dismissed of the tediousness of work. The tediousness of walking home the long distance, and rest into the embrace of someone he loved. Who loved him, even if they didn't share a lot of interests. Okay, one interest: drinking. Something Bryce has been cutting back on, not only just to please the furball but for his own sake as well. With that bear, the earth dragon didn't feel like he needed to drink as much. That the idea of its addiction was wearing off because...

It made his heart flutter, especially after seeing his roof in the distance. Increasing his speed to a half trot, half run down the pathways. Just picturing that bear on all fours, tail up and presenting himself as soon as Bryce opened the door. That tailhole and white pouch containing his new favorite flavor just hanging there, waiting to be milked out. Asking for the drake to mount the living daylights out of that furball until they colored another room. Until that belly was pushed down to the floor. Until the dragon was completely spent and knocked unconscious, he wanted that furball to sing for him. Almost hearing it as he started up the walkway to his old home.

That door opening a creek and that instant flash of white was enough for the earth dragon to pounce and pin him to the floor. Ignoring the yelp of surprise and nearly snapping at that maw with his own. Shoving that tongue deep inside the white muzzle and lapping at it with a deep kiss, keeping those eyes closed to just treasure the feeling of that red appendage, now starting to participate and almost whimper out in bliss. Making the drake smile at how easy it was to force the bear to submit now. Regardless of the claws bracing his collar, nearly in self-defense. Even the lower ones, almost raking him as Bryce started to grind against that white belly, against his own growing tool before stepping back to let his member's lower spines nearly grasp at that furry pouch... Ahem, grasp at that...? Wait, where was it?

The question snapped the earth dragon out of his trance, blinking a few times at the white one below him, and his... Blue eyes? Draconic eyes? "You going to save some of that for me too, right?" The bear's voice came from the side, nearly behind the door and putting those golden discs in almost shock. Whimpering faintly as he slowly raised his head and looked over at the still fully clothed Bartan, watching him nearly mount... Remy?

Several moments of silence as he stared at the librarian, one currently lost in a haze of blush and bliss. On his back. Glasses currently off and slid down the hallway a bit. And Bryce; nearly sitting on his lower half. Weapons touching, tail against tail. A loud yelp from the brown one as he stepped back and nearly turned his entire muzzle pink from embarrassment. "S-sorry! -Sorry! -Sorry!" He nearly yelled, stumbling out his door. "I thought you were...!" A stressed whimper as the drake covered his eyes. Or was at least going to until his eyes caught a certain red member, rather close in design to his own that was still growing. Another whimpering breath as the bear checked up on the white wyrm.

"You okay buddy?" Bartan smiled, trying to hold back his laughter. Barely getting a nod from Remy as those furred paws started helping him up. Almost as if the dragon was drunk. "Yes, yes. I know his tongue is like that. He's very good with it." A whimper from the nearly pink dragon outside as the bear retrieved the wyrm's spectacles. "Come, the master bedroom is this way."

"Bedroom!?" The two yelped, nearly looking at each other through the dividing wall and door.

"Yes, bedroom." Bartan said a little thickly towards the outside, where Bryce was nearly hiding around the corner. "You are planning to finish what you started, yes?" Another thick statement only got the earth drake to whimper in response. "Head in, I'll talk to him."

"I-I don't want to be a bother-" A bit of a sharp look from those brown eyes as he pointed in the direction of the bedroom. Making those wavy ears fall and him whimper as the furred one half whispered.

"He started this, and I'm not going to let you get rejected over a mistake. Unless you can tell me that you don't want this, consider it a trial run." A bit of a worried look from those blue eyes, and he sighed. Nervously nodding and heading deeper inside the home. Letting Bartan meet with the drake outside and tapping the large one playfully. "See the defect in making assumptions?"

"Yessss!" He groaned. Finally coming out of hiding behind his paws. "Are you... Serious about this?" A solid nod made him whimper. "And what did you mean by Trial...?"

"Remy's... He's been wanting to leave his own job for a while. His term is coming to a close and I offered him to work for me." A loud whimper from the drake.

"And you want...?" A shrug from the bear.

"You already made a move on him. The ice is basically broken." A bit of a frown. "You told me you don't have a problem with other males."

"It's not about that."

"Is there a problem with him?" A worried look from Bryce at the thick statement.

"Maybe of... Breaking him, yes."

"Then don't worry. He's hardly frail, and is a lot better in bed than you would expect." Another whimper. "You wanted some tail tonight, buddy. It's waiting for you."

"Only because you're busy tonight." He grumbled. "Just... Seriously? You really want me...?"

"Do you want me to coach him for you?" A blank look as that blush invaded that brown muzzle. "Take notes, buddy. I've got a client to tend to."

"You're... Not going to tell anyone about this, are you?" Another thick look from those brown eyes made the drake's head lower.

"No. But don't you dare start thinking less of people, Bryce. Especially for this, understand?" Those small 'wings' along the earth dragon's back slumped in guilt. "I'll be back later tonight, treat him with respect, okay? I see something in him for a reason." A faint nod from Bryce as he felt the furred one kiss him, then head down the driveway. "Let him show you a good time." A sigh as the drake headed inside.

He felt a little guilty about being so strict with the chief, yes, but this had to stop. If there was one thing that he detested about the people here was how they treated the librarian like the village clown. Always laughing at his mistakes and mishaps, it nearly steamed the bear. And he sure as hell wouldn't let that reputation continue, for Remy's sake. It was the same for Lorem as well, knowing how rumors and gossip still seemed to spread around. A terrible habit that was from a certain species he knew well.

Still, the bear didn't want to think about that anymore than he needed to. Last thing his client would request is for Bartan to be in a bad mood before attending to him, but at least he had some time to kill beforehand. With his afternoon plans occupied, he thought how to spend some time. Looking over a few nearby buildings, and recognizing one almost immediately, he walked over towards the apartment door and gave it a knock. Hearing someone inside, just in the room beyond look through the doorhole. "Oh, it's you." That made the furred one's round ears perk for a moment, not recognizing the voice at first until the door opened. Revealing a smaller, but still adult eastern dragon. "Are you looking for Lorem?"

"Anyone really. Is he around?"

"Out getting a few things. He must've left just a minute or two ago." The purple one stated, offering to invite the bear in. "Come inside, you can wait for him here."

"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

"Not at all. I've got about an hour to wait regardless and was about to relax with some tea. Want some?"

"Of your recipe? Of course." That made the smaller one smirk, walking over to the cupboard and preparing another cup. "How are things?"

"Around here? Doing fine. Whatever you did to Lorem definitely put a spring into his step lately." A smirk as those yellow eyes gazed over his glasses. "I have a good guess at what it would be too."

"As usual." The bear chuckled. "The important thing is that he enjoyed himself."

"Indeed. Nearly getting all giddy when I questioned him about it." It made the furred one smile, accepting the cup with thanks as Ipsum sat down. "Normally, I couldn't be bothered with it. But..."

"You care about him." A slightly concerned look from the dragon. "I know. And Lorem cares about you too. Alot."

"I suppose I'm one of the very few that accepted him for his condition. Though it did catch me off guard, I'll tell you that." Another chuckle from the white one. "Did he ever say...?"

"He's told me before, yes." A bit of blushing from the eastern one. "And I think it's nice what you did for him."

"I-it hardly had the same effect as yours, but..." Bartan got up and sat beside the smaller one, nearly making him whimper as a furred paws rested on his purple one.

"Perhaps not, but it did help him greatly. Though a big step for you two in your relationship with one another," A deeper blush as those frilled ears fell. "It's done wonders for him, Ipsum."

"W-we're not..."

"Mates, I know. But your friend status has grown into something greater." A shy look from the smaller one. "A feat of a true friend, one might say."

"To... Nail your best friend?"

"When they required it, instead of rejecting them. Again, it does wonders for the mind knowing the lengths that some will go just to keep the relationships. What you did; you turned a possible burden into a blessing. Something that's plagued Lorem's life for so long, ruined so many relationships for him... When he couldn't even control it, and you accepted him." A sad smirk, and it grew into a chuckle as the bear raised an eyebrow.

"I can't believe it..." A noise in question from Bartan. "You made me speechless, I have no counter to that." That time the bear joined into the chuckles. "Don't get me wrong, I care about him greatly. However, what I... Suggested, it was mostly just my logic trying to solve a problem."

"And solved it, you did." A smirk from the two. "He hasn't told me much about you, but I am curious if you're willing to have a session sometime."

"I was wondering when you were going to offer me." The purple one teased, still trying to cure his muzzle from the blush and drink his tea. "But I want to make sure it's alright with Lorem first."

"Of course."

"He's grown a real liking to you, Bartan. Even if you've been occupied, especially of late."

"I understand, and I'm sure he does too." Those brown eyes gazed at the door. "I gave everyone quite the spooking, and well..."

"I still have a hard time following what happened."

"You and everyone else." The furred one chuckled. "Want me to explain again?"

"Please do!" A laugh at the sudden energy. "I can't help it, I love knowing how the universe works."

The earth drake walked down the hallway to his old room, almost afraid to enter it. Mostly knowing that he had to look at the librarian so soon after that mishap. But a deep breath, and he whispered the bear's words to himself once again. "It's only awkward if you make it awkward." Opening the door to see Remy taking off his collar and putting it on the nightstand. Nearly making the brown one double take, as if it were an entirely new dragon he was looking at.

"Hello." The white one said slightly embarrassed and still blushing a bit. "I take it Bartan explained what was happening?"

"He mentioned... You might be working for him soon."

"More alongside him. I'm considering it." The wyrm took off his spectacles and climbed onto the large bed. Gesturing for the chief to join him. "The demand for such a thing seems rather high around here."

"Which makes me wonder why it was deemed illegal in other worlds." Bryce added, a bit concerned but he climbed on as well.

"Yes, I've read up about that. One of the major reasons were for infections and diseases being spread too quickly."

"Infections...?"

"Transferable through sexual intercourse, yes." An awkward grunt made those wavy ears perk.

"Please, don't talk like that."

"You mean, big words?"

"Yes, if you don't mind. It isn't portal science that I'm not the brightest pickle in the barrel." A very strange look from those blue eyes, and the drake snorted. "Blame the bear, he's rubbing off on me."

"After a comparison like that, I'm starting to question his own intelligence. Let alone mine for attempting his line of work." A chuckle from Bryce as he sighed a bit heavily. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." A white paw on his thick shoulder made the two nearly double take at the gesture, granted for different reasons.

"W-wow... You are thick." A few presses into the brown one's bicep. "Is that... All muscle?" A large smirk over that scarred muzzle.

"One-hundred percent." He flexed, letting those brown scales get stretched out by the sheer swelling of the sinew underneath. Making Remy almost whimper from it. "Impressed?"

"Y-yes... I guess I never really noticed."

"The armored scales tend to hide it quite a bit."

"I see that. But, back to..." The two looked into each other's eyes. "What's troubling you?" The drake gave him an eyebrow. "Being a Companion isn't about sex, Bryce."

"It's not?" A chuckle from the wyrm.

"No, it's about tending to the needs of your client. If that need is sex, then perhaps that's the best way to go about tending them. But if emotional support is needed..." A stroke up the earth dragon's neck and under his jaw. Stopping at the very end, where that smaller horn seemed to lower from his jaw. "Talk to me. Please." The brown one sighed again, louder this time.

"...I worry about him."

"Bartan?"

"Yes. I nearly lost him a few days ago, and he acts like nothing really happened. Like he was expecting it, I think he even admitted to that."

"He did explain to you what happened, yes?"

"Yeah, and I got to the point where I mostly understood it. Repeat it? Nope, but..."

"That's enough sometimes."

"But I just can't believe I forgot him. The bear's been part of my life these last several weeks... Taath, he _has_been most of my life these last weeks. Then, all at once, I forget who he was. What I was doing in his apartment. Why I woke up tasting oranges." A sad smile from the white one. "...What happens the next time...? What happens when we can't find him, and I'm left feeling like something's missing in my life?" A deep breath, as those white paws pulled the chief into Remy's chest. Stroking him into relaxing and breathing. "He keeps saying it won't happen again. Saying that I have him for the rest of my life, but... I don't have him now." A nod was felt from the librarian. "N-no offense."

"None taken. But there is a reason why you don't have him right now."

"Because I got so worked up that I pounced the first white thing I seen." A faint chuckle. "Seriously, if my mailbox was a different color, it would probably be stuck between my hinds."

"And leaking, I can imagine."

"Flowing a waterfall. The only thing that saved you from being penetrated was the fact that you don't have any outer balls, as the bear calls them."

"You mean external testacies?"

"Big words, Remy." Bryce half growled, getting a chuckle from the other.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." A moment of silence.

"I guess I'm just worried about losing him for good. I've lost people before, it comes with the job. But... It hurt knowing he was only _ missing _, I can only imagine..."

"...I know, Bryce." A noise in question. "I lost the love of my life several months back." The drake's head tried to look up to the librarian, but the white one's brace was warding him from doing so. "What you can imagine... It's several times worse."

"You really...?" That nod was felt again. "...I'm sorry."

"It's... Alright. Hard, but alright." A breath to compose himself.

"So, Amely was hers...?"

"Who told you that? Bartan?"

"Yes. A week or two ago, he mentioned it. Also mentioned quite a bit..." A deep breath and the drake adjusted himself to hold onto the white one as well. Still respecting the ward and not looking at those blue eyes until Remy allowed it. Holding each other for several moments before the brown one kissed that slightly smaller dragon's neck. Morphing it into licks and slowly trying for that muzzle again. This time being granted permission and meeting the librarian nose to nose, eye to eye, and smiling. Finally seeing what the bear was talking about before giving him a slow kiss. Letting that thick pink tongue enter that maw and breathe each other's scent deeply.

"I..." Remy started, not fighting against the chief, but just pawing at his collar for a few moments. "I have to warn you... Bryce." A noise in question, but only getting several deep breaths for an answer. "I've been told... By the bear himself... That I'm a bit..."

"Out with it, Remy." Bryce teased, not helping the wyrm focus enough to speak. Instead, getting a slightly more aggressive tongueplay from the white one. Making the drake almost purr against it as he grinded his growing weapon over that white slit. Nearly making out the librarian's progression with his own, and purring loudly with the drake for several minutes. Until he felt those white paws adjust a bit while that smaller tongue nearly grasped the earth dragon's.

All at once, the wyrm tripped the drake onto the other side of the bed. Then quickly got on top of him, never breaking their maw lock. Even after Bryce tried to brace and counter it, he was surprised at the sudden strength the white one had. Able to slip out of that grip enough to get his lower horn into position around the brown one's tailhole. A faint press nearly weakened the chief and forced him to whimper, nearly submitting for the next two. Attempting another counter-wrestle, but that flare slipped inside getting him to gasp loudly into Remy's muzzle and breathe heavily.

The tower slipped inside him, not quite used to that girth just yet and feeling it venture deeper with every press. Sending a rush of energy and bliss through that heavy body as the librarian started to give into his instincts. Those white wings spreading to make him appear much larger as they growled against the waves. Stopping the lip locking to bite a bit at that thick shoulder, piercing through some of the scales, but not enough to do a lot of harm. Painful at first, yes, but then a whole new adrenaline rush surged through the brown one.

He recalled it now, the bear explaining that often enough most dragons would do such a thing during intercourse. Especially if they were running on instincts. Though it was important to note that it wasn't a form of dominance or alphamalism, but more just a bite of affection. One that just helped, granted the thoughts were interrupted by that tool being driven into the chief's tail. Nearly making him whimper in bliss as it drove down deeper and deeper with every thrust.

Once again, Bryce was impressed with such strength. From afar, the wyrm looked rather small and frail, but here... He was nearly pushing the drake to the headboards from his lower half alone. Pressing into that plated underside with a lot of force and near constantly for almost twenty minutes before hearing signs of releasing. A few thicker sprays were felt and even the earth dragon was getting ready to unload from the constant motions and waves. To the point where he was nearly numb from the thrusts, unable to tell that they were getting harder, but a bit slower.

All at once, Remy released his bite. Breathing heavily after one last heavy thrust and letting it stress as it grew into more rapid breaths. Then a few torrents were starting to be felt inside, spraying into the drake's tailhole before the wyrm roared loudly. A much higher pressured spray soon behind, flooding the brown one's insides as the two just braced each other. The chief just trying not to release just yet, but it was getting difficult. Firing off a few heavy jolts of pre as his lower belly fought with the constant sprays. Growing denser and denser as he whimpered a bit against the pressure. And finally, a satisfied, breath from the white one, retaking control once again and sharing a patient kiss with the drake. One that seemed highly unlike the dragon on top of him for the last half hour.

After a few more sprays, the wyrm pulled out and gave Bryce some relief. "Sorry about that-" A sudden yelp as he was wrestled to the other side of the bed. Expecting the- Yep. Surprise weapon in his own rear, making him whimper loudly and gasp like the earth dragon did earlier. Prodding the tailhole a bit roughly as the drake kissed him deeply, once again triggering those more primal instincts. Yet, feeling them get almost shaken with every prod, getting a little deeper with every press and stretching out that white tailpipe.

The constant whimpers and hissed made the brown one smirk as he tongued that smaller maw. Letting him nearly struggle and almost get the upperpaw before pressing his flare and forcing the dragon to submit once again. Eventually bracing those white shoulders before slowly prodding that tailhole without retreating, letting Remy sing loudly through his occupied muzzle until that lower horn slipped inside. Sending a loud gasp and nearly paralyzing the librarian from the sheer size of it, taking a moment for him to finally breathe again. Letting the wyrm catch his breath and find that shocked look very amusing, as the white one got used to it. "First time?"

"N-no..." A few pants. "You're... Bigger than..."

"The bear?" A sharp nod that made the scarred muzzle smirk. "Much bigger." A small press forward made the white one yelp loudly and squeeze the weapon, making Bryce a little concerned. "Is it too much for you?"

"N-..." Several breath, but those paws were nearly pulling the drake towards him. "I... Can...!"

"Alright, but it's the rules: if it starts to hurt, you tell me. Understood?" Another sharp nod and they shared a small kiss. Pressing the weapon deeper inside the librarian and listen to him yelp loudly in song. Being very cautious and taking his time to constantly revisit areas that tower had already seen. The white one able to make out every thick spine, every groove and shape of that weapon. Getting him nearly drunk from the movements as the drake struggled to hold back just a little longer. But from the constant motions, the paws clawing into his neck, and the steady fluids still exiting out of his own tailhole, it was nearly too much. A simple touch against his first ridge sent him past the point of no return.

Thinking solely through instincts, the chief thrusted his entire length into the wyrm. Once again banishing the air from his lungs as the earth dragon roared loudly. That tower inside his rear pulsing and thickening up a bit more before the pressure was felt. Sending a steady stream of white seed into Remy's tailhole, the hot liquids venturing deep into him. Until it eventually came to a halt, and started to swell his lower belly slowly. The two battling against the pressure, and eventually feeling it leak over his own white tail a bit. Granted, only easing the pressure a bit as that bulge grew with every sharp grunt of Bryce's.

Several low growls from him as the pressure faded, passing the concerns the librarian had as he carefully studied the swollen area. Whimpering at how sensitive it was, and as a few last sprays added to it. Sending the two males into heavy pants for a few moments and getting a bit of a sour look from the drake. "What's...?" The white one questioned as those golden eyes looked over at a nearby door.

"...That's a closet." The chief grumbled, making those wavy ears perk for a moment. Then it clicked in as he rubbed his own belly a bit.

"W... Where's the bathroom?"

"Down the hall." Bryce whimpered, looking down at the same swollen area. "I don't suppose you can hold that?" A shy head shake from Remy.

"I... Don't suppose you can walk on two legs...?" A shy head shake from the earth dragon, making the two whimper back and forth.

The lights were still on by the time the bear approached, long after the sun went down. Walking up to the door, but it was locked. Yet, attempting it got the attention of the green runner inside. Coming over and unlocking the door for him, even when the bar was closed. "Hello Bartan."

"Evening, Zhong. Busy night?"

"As usual, yes. But I wasn't expecting you for a bit longer, I'm afraid. The place still needs the evening's cleaning."

"That's fine. I don't mind helping out anyway."

"That isn't needed."

"You can't expect me to just sit down and watch until you're ready, can you?" A bit of a worried look from those yellow eyes, as the bear gestured for the mop. "You work on the bar and kitchen, I'll get everything here ready."

"Are you certain?" A solid nod. "Fair enough. I've already done that side and the area in front of the doorway. Please watch your step." The furred one worked about for the next several minutes, then seen the green runner come back out. A small plastic basket with snacks being set on the table. "This is all untouched leftovers from tonight, if you want them."

"Sure, thank you."

"Freshly warmed too." Zhong started tending to the bar a bit, watching the bear finish up then take a seat on a barstool. Pick out a large onion ring and bite into it, purring. "You like those?"

"I'm content with them."

"By those sounds, one would think differently." A chuckle from the white one.

"My wife loves them. _Loves_them to death." A smile from the dragon. "She eventually got me to like them quite a bit as well."

"She sounds like a pleasant person."

"Arson is..." A chuckle from Bartan. "She's quite the independent. Very strong that way, but not prideful. The best way I can describe her is like dating your best friend. Kinda like how we were hanging out at Bryce's Barbecue a few weeks ago."

"Yes, that yearly gathering."

"That's how it feels to be around her; comfortable. Never trying too hard to be 'Romantic' or act like a couple. She's just someone fun to be around." Another bite into the snack. "You would like her a lot."

"Well, if she's anything like you... Then perhaps." The dragon stuttered, almost not finishing his sentence due to his blush. Only to see the bear get up and walk closer to the green one. Taking his paw gently, and holding it.

"She's a lot like me. And thank you." A smile from Zhong, as the pink kept invading his muzzle. Getting a kiss on his paw that made the runner whimper before the furred one released it. "This does remind me though, is there any reason why you wanted to meet here, of all places?" A bit of a sad look from those yellow eyes. "I'm fine with you telling me, Zhong. I'm not easily insulted."

"I guess it's..." He took a breath while cleaning. "I don't think I'm ready for Li Long to see me dating again, just yet."

"Your son?" A shy nod. "Let alone, him seeing or hearing us-"

"I-in the bedroom, yes. I was hardly... Quiet last time." A smirk from the bear. "Don't look so smug, you. It's just something I..."

"No, no. I read what you're saying. Nothing wrong with it, you have a beautiful voice." Another blush that he was trying to cover. "No need to hide yourself like that, it's perfectly fine."

"F-fair enough... Have you had any clients today?" A shrug from the white one.

"That's something I'd rather keep a little private, just in case. I have, yes, but I shouldn't say who."

"That's understandable, and rather thoughtful of you. But aren't you and Bryce living in the same...?"

"We are, but I keep my schedule in a separate room. I suggest that he shouldn't go in there for the same reasons, but it is still his house. I make sure all my customers know that. If they don't want to interfere or possibly encounter the big guy himself, they're free to schedule a meet in a different area."

"Like here."

"Exactly." Another bite into the onion rings and fries. "How's that Trip-fund coming along?" It made Zhong smile, almost brightly.

"We... We're going next week, actually."

"Oh? Congratulations."

"Thank you. We wouldn't have gotten this much this quickly if it wasn't for you."

"From the music player?" A nod. "Then is this meeting...?"

"Bryce offered to pay me five of your sessions." A puzzled look from the furred one. "In exchange to keep something secret."

"Secret?" A solid nod and a bit of a smile from the runner. "Nothing bad, I hope."

"Just embarrassing for him, nothing more."

"Ah, okay. I might get it out of him later." A chuckle in response as the dragon sighed. Looking over a bit sadly at the white one still eating.

"...He really likes you, Bartan." A nod from the bear.

"I really like him too." The two shared a smile. "He reminds me of my husband, Beo."

"Oh?"

"They're a bit alike. Very proud of their fitness, kind of egotistical. I never really seen Beo drink though, let alone as much as Bryce does."

"Did. He's cut back quite a bit lately. That's even considering the events that's happened lately. I was almost depending on that money for our trip, but I made up for it from the celebrations." They chuckled.

"I'm sure you have. I never seen such celebration."

"I wasn't really prepared for it, honestly. I actually ran out of supplies and had to close shop until the new shipment came in." A gesture towards the back of the bar, where many of the bottle options were displayed on shelves. "I only recently got restocked, and that's not counting the store."

"It put people into a panic, I'm sure. But..."

"You saved us-"

"We saved us, Zhong. I figured out a lot of it, but I was hardly the one that put everything into motion." A bit of a shy look from the green one. "Sorry, but so many people seem to think that I alone did that. I don't want it to go down in history like that, especially if it wasn't true."

"But it does make for a better story."

"That a magical polar bear randomly came from a different world, criticized your lifestyle, got into the pants of nearly every dragon in this town, and saved your planet from a meteor that would've drastically altered everything living currently on it? Sounds a little far-fetched." The runner stared at him a bit strangely for a few moments.

"...Pants?" That sent Bartan into chuckles. "You mean slacks? Lower clothing?"

"Yes, not many use them around here-"

"_No one_uses them around here, and for good reason." The two laughed a bit as Zhong gestured his lower half. "This job technically requires me to wear them, but they restricted me too badly to do it well."

"You look better without them, I'm sure. Though I'm not so sure about that apron."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, when I first seen you with it on, I honestly got more curious of what you were hiding underneath it." A deep blush from the green one as he nervously chuckled.

"Is that why you... Went so far on our first meeting? You were curious?"

"In a way yes. But I do like you, Zhong." That made the runner smile, yet there was a sad look in those yellow eyes.

"I... Like you too. However..." A noise in question as a large onion ring stuck out of that white muzzle. "I worry about what Bryce might think, if I ever..."

"Opened relationship, Zhong-"

"Yes, I know. But..."

"He knows it too." Bartan said slightly thickly. "I never believed in just having a single mate, and if anyone wanted me, they would have to understand that." The runner's gaze trailed low and the bear got up. Once again taking that green paw and looking into those yellow discs. "That includes him. He knows what I've done, and what I'm still planning to do. Bryce accepts it."

"Even if it's with his friend-?"

"Best friend, and yes." A bit of a shocked, yet sad look from the dragon. "I know you're customs are different here. If it's anything like that other species, then you probably feel like it's cheating. But it's not if they know about it."

"And... He did offer this, but..." A breath from Zhong and the other furred paw reached for his free one. "You didn't hear him talk about you. He's never done that with anyone, I can't take that away from him."

"Who says you would?" Another sad look. "I get it. When I'm with you, I'm not with him. I understand that much, but that's truism with every other person."

"Bartan." A nod for him to continue. "I have a son. I have a family that will require more than what you have to offer in that sense. I'm sorry, but that is the reality of it." A breath from the bear as he nodded, getting his brown gaze to fall a bit. But those green paws squeezed gently to get his attention once again. "It just means I need to find someone like you instead. That I know what to look for now." That made the white one smile.

"So you're back in the game then?"

"I suppose so." A shy smile from the runner. "I'll look around during the trip if I have time, but it's not for me, it's for Li." A solid nod from the bear. "But when I return... I'll try to put myself out there more. Which leads to why I wanted to meet you."

"Oh?"

"How... Do you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Find people-" "Tail?" A chuckle from the two. "It's not exactly an art. Just be real and be yourself. I mean, I had a bit of an advantage here with everyone being interested in a different species. Specifically another one." The bear grumbled at that last part as a round ear flicked. "But you never know who you're going to like, it might even surprise you."

"How so?"

"You remember Anna, yes?" A nod from Zhong. "She was a completely different person when I first met her." A green eyebrow. "She was actually _nice_to me."

"Yes, I've heard... Stories about her. Both work related and social ones."

"Yeah, but she... She's different, yet I like her."

"You do?"

"Very much so. You know how I feel about humans-"

"Y-yes. You don't need to explain that again." A chuckle from the furred one.

"But she has a lot of negativity that I can relate with. Yet, it turned into something more positive." The dragon pondered for a moment. "Just something to think about. Arson once said that: Life is like photography, you use the negatives to develop."

"Clever."

"She's a clever girl." Another eyebrow. "Whiiich is not a reference you'll end up getting. Moving on." A chuckle that time. "But you want to know how I do things?"

"Your... Special things. I mean."

"Ohhh, okay." Bartan smirked, leading the runner around the bar and towards a booth. "Most of it is about comfort." He said while moving. "Every person is different, so never be afraid to ask them what they like. Again: you'd be surprised in what you encounter."

"I understand." The dragon said a bit nervously, taking the suggestion go lie down against the cushioned long seat. Nearly whimpering when the bear climbed over him, though supporting his own weight.

"Consent is also very important. Never take from someone who clearly doesn't want to give. If they ever say No, then you need to stop. Though, if they're unsure or indecisive, then you can add suggestions." A soft paw along the dragon's jawline, nearly getting muzzle to muzzle with him and smell the scent of onion rings from his breath. Making him blush uncontrollably at the position. "Do I have yours to continue?" A whimper and a faint nod. "Alright, try to follow my movements."

The white one pressed into that green snout gently, licking at those lips a bit to separate them before slowly going in. Pressing in and out with his muzzle while that red appendage lapped at the dragon's pink one. Once in a while studying those fangs and upper mouth a bit before breaking it. "It's important to note that you're not trying to feed them your tongue." A chuckle from the two as they went back in for a few minutes. Barely even noticing that the white one got his bowtie off during that, placing it on the table. "Alright, you try it."

A nervous nod, and the runner started. Pressing in and licking at those lips to part them, feeling the appendage inside meet his halfway. Lapping a bit at it before exploring that white maw a bit. Pleasantly stopping after a bit and getting a bonus lick from that red tongue between his nostrils. "Already got me moist." A chuckle from Zhong. "Not doing anything wrong there, but as a rule of thumb: try not to go past your fifth set of teeth. It's a bit hard to measure, and again: different for every person, but."

"True, true."

"But you want to know about the next step, don't you?" That blush never faded, getting another kiss from the bear before stroking that green and pale belly. Brushing that fur acrossed it gently and just taking in its shape. Making those scales click as shivers flowed through the runner's body. Reaching down to his hips and haunches while that pink member was nearly ready. Watching slowly as that white muzzle greeted it and the dragon adjusted his position to see it a bit better. "I'll give you a recap first, then you try me. Is that okay?"

"Y-you want me...?"

"If you're comfortable with it, yes. I'll coach you from there." A whimper, but he nodded. Watching as that red tongue lapped at his weapon until it was fully erect, then still proceeded to toy with it a bit. Nudging it with his furry muzzle, kissing at its middle and working his way up. Taking a few soft licks at the flared head and tip as it banished the air from Zhong's lungs. "Do me a favor though."

"W-what...?"

"Don't hold back your vocals." A noise in question turned into a whimper as the bear parted his muzzle over that tower a bit. "I love the sound of your voice." The dragon was certain he was fully pink by now, gasping as that maw slipped over his weapon. Catching the flare gently with his teeth, holding it in place helplessly as that tongue painted over it. Letting the dragon gasp and whimper loudly in song. Making out every spine that flowed out from that flare, and the column of them on the bottom half of the tower.

Going down a bit further forced the green one to grip the table and booth with his paws. Nearly bracing himself from the dangers of such a thing, but no pain was felt with those fang's descent. All he could make out was the constant waves that inner appendage caused, letting the ripples echo through his green body. Like being bathed with a wet silk cloth, soft and gentle. Yet, hard and flexible. Enough to make him purr loudly within his song.

So much detail to keep track off during those several minutes, it was overwhelming. The constant movements, following it circle around that middle wall covered in smaller soft spines. The tip of that bear's tongue cleaning inbetween them like it was some kind of hatchling's game, as the maw moved up and down. Then the paws, constantly groping his thighs and hamstrings. Once in a while getting dangerously close to the base of that tail, nearly forcing the runner to release a thick jolt.

But Bartan seemed to accept such a thing. Using it to coat the upper half of the weapon with such a substance, even drawing out more to get a loud pitch from Zhong. Letting it drip down the fleshly shaft like a rain, trailing down over the sensitive ridges. Forcing the waves to amplify greatly and nearly send the dragon into rapid breaths. A sudden wrap of that red tongue across that tower's base nearly put him over the edge, as the bear withdrew. Giving the runner a moment to calm down. "Normally I would let you release, but I don't want you to be drowsy just yet." A faint nod in agreement from the green one, and several breaths made the Bartan smile. "You okay?"

"Y-yeah..." Another set of breaths. "I just... Really..." A faint squint at the clock across the room. "Was that... Seriously twenty minutes?"

"About so, yes."

"I barely feels like it's been five." A chuckle from the furred one. "No wonder my throat is dry."

"Yes, that was quite the chorus you had there." He helped the dragon up, holding him close for a moment and feeling both their weapons press against the bear's pants. Sharing a small kiss and seeing a bit of a sour look from Zhong's face. "Yours is quite bitter, I know."

"Y-yeah. I remember you..."

"Snowballing?" The white one asked, letting him take a drink of water from the bar and signaling for one as well.

"If that's what you call it in your profession, yes." A chuckle at the shyness of the statement. Getting a clean glass and gesturing the bear for a moment. "You sure you don't want anything else? I don't mind, honestly."

"Nah. I'm not a fan of hard drinks. Never seen the appeal."

"Not a bad habit to have around then." The two took a drink, yet that shy look still remained in those yellow eyes.

"Are you nervous?"

"Yes. I was only expecting a verbal rundown more than..."

"That's alright, but it is better if you get some experience before you try it on someone else." A faint nod. "Where would you like to try?" A gesture around the place.

"Maybe... A bar stool? Is that a good place?"

"Not a bad one, no. Though, more difficult for a female, keep that in mind."

"O-of course." A walk around the bar as the bear took off his pants, making the runner whimper a bit, looking over that red weapon a bit in shock. Seeing the furred one sit on the round, backless seat that seemed to display such a thing well. Including a small bag under the sheath. "I... Suppose that would make sense."

"Different species?" An embarrassed nod. "Yes, but it works very much the same way as your kind does. So don't worry so much about it." A gesture for a green paw as the runner came closer. Coming in a for a small kiss, then feel his own paw get pulled down to touch that furred package. Making him whimper loudly for a moment and almost freeze. "The ice is now broken, Zhong. You'll do fine if you listen to me."

"Alright..." Another kiss, this time deeper as those furred paws pulled him a bit closer. Letting their weapons finally meet flesh to flesh, and their lips completely lock for several minutes. Exchanging breaths as those furred paws stroked his neck and upper head. following the pattered of those two, small mowhawk-like spines that flowed down his green back. Nearly like black spikes, but were much more flexible than they looked.

At the same time, those draconic paws were studying the bear's coat. Eventually pulling that shirt off and setting it on the bar so those paws could flow through the fur with ease. Loving the softness of it, like a living pillow with movement and free will. Only encouraging the dragon to explore lower and break the kiss with a few licks. Though still a nervous look from those yellow eyes, it was also more comfortable as it kept eye contact with those brown discs and that gentle smile.

Meeting the canine tool at the very edge of his snout, he took a warm breath over it. Nudging it a bit and giving the bottom half a long, slow lick. Getting a heavy breath of satisfaction from Bartan as that pink tongue climbed up the two sets of spines, now noticing how similar they were to the dragon's own. Possibly every dragon, come to think of it. Though the red weapon's tip was much different than theirs, it was still going to function the same way. Or at least, the dragon hoped.

One last breath before giving it a small kiss then parting his green jaws over it. "Scout with your tongue. It's not made of paper, but your fangs are still sharp." He did so, studying the area below and getting a good idea of the tower's size before committing to take it inside. Nearly like placing a large spikey hotdog in his maw that he couldn't take a bite of. Almost taking too much of it just to be sure, and lapping his appended around it. "Slow down a little. The pleasure doesn't come from the speed, it comes from the action. The slower, the more enjoyable it is for your partner."

A slow nod as Zhong slowed down. Taking his time to take mental notes about the structure of such a design with his tongue. Noticing a bit of a reverse pattern with it: whereas his own seemed to have the two sets of spines on top, and one column on the bottom. This one had the two on bottom, and a single column of fleshy spikes on the top. A near speartip like point at the very tip as well, then...

A look from those yellow eyes eventually got the attention of the bear, the white one sighed. Almost expecting the puzzled look. "It's normal for it to taste like that. Modified, yes, but normal and not harmful in anyway. Bryce even ordered jars of it before." A noise in question. "I'm thinking he drank them at work or something, but just enjoy it." A shrug from the dragon as he continued. Feeling those white paws groom his head and nearly guide Zhong over the course of several minutes. Every deep breath and purr; a compliment to his performance. Though not singing like the runner was earlier, he could still tell by the pleasurable smile on that white muzzle he was doing a good job. Perhaps time enough to go lower.

A few more cycles just to be sure though. Running the edge of that forked tongue through the fleshy thorns and over them a few times. Turning and twisting his muzzle to better reach the sides and back until one lick went down a little too far. Getting a whimper from the bear and a heavy squirt of orange flavor. Sweet, almost like a thick juice that the dragon nearly craved more of. Though an odd concept when he attempted to think about it, Zhong was just too enthralled by his motions to let such facts ruin the moment. Finally going that extra step and take the entire shaft into his maw.

A thick whimper from Bartan as that tongue slithered across his ridges, forcing those furred paws grip a bit more into the dragon's head and neck. "Careful..." The white one panted. "They're as sensitive as yours-" A harsh breath as he tormented the bear a little, but touching them a bit softer. Yet, he was intrigued by such areas outside of his own. Testing to see how big of a reaction he could get out of the Outsider depending on the style of licks. Softer brought more whimpers, while the harder made him growl. Getting several thicker squirts during testing as well, letting the orange juices leak out of his muzzle as the bear sang.

But then there was something swelling along the ridges. More around the base of the weapon entirely, making the dragon cautious that maybe he accidently bit him. However, all he could make out was pleasure out of the white one through his climbing breaths and whimpers. "I-it's... Normal...!" Bartan nearly growled, now knowing he was nearly reaching the edge of his release. It was time to bring it home, constantly going through his cycles once again and taking the entire shaft. Knot and all, even taking it through his fangs and pulling on such a thing gently and pushing the bear one past the point of no return.

Breaths and whimpers stressed as that grip became tighter, bracing the runner's head against that white sheath. From the very bottom of his chin, Zhong could barely make out that pouch starting to empty as the bear growled through his lips. That pink tongue constantly teasing those ridges as they grew thicker and thicker, swelling up the tower and a thick spray of orange released into the green one's maw. Forcing him to swallow a few of them and let the rest of it leak down his body. Painting the floor, stool, and the furred legs quite a bit as the dragon nearly got drunk from such a taste.

Eventually that grip released. Morphing into soft pets and allowing Zhong to move once again. Though licking that weapon clean for a few moments before meeting that white muzzle with his own. Trying out that same move that surprised him that first time, and letting the bear take a share of his own release. Keeping with that deep kiss for several moments, but the dragon wasn't done. Gripping that furry body with his own green paws and lifting him off the stool. All while keeping that kiss going.

The green one pressed his own weapon against that messy lower half, not caring about such things like what he just stepped it. Lifting one of those white legs and feeling that pink member guide down Bartan's own equipment. Prodding that pouch for a moment, then the space just after it. Getting a loud whimper from the bear as he nearly submitted to the runner. Then the prod just under his tail, the heated breaths they exchanged was intoxicating as it lined up to enter the slightly smaller one.

That flare pierced though the fur and tailhole, forcing a pathway for that shaft to take and making the bear sing. Then a sudden grip before swinging the Outsider around and lay him down into a nearby booth. Making it much easier to guide that weapon into him, feeling it slip inside easily and send both males gasping loudly for several moments. Letting it throb like it's been ready for days, desiring this very thing and venturing deeper into that white creature. Giving them permission to constantly wrestle tongues and exchange flavors over and over while that dragon went to work.

The motions were hypnotizing, something far beyond instinct as Zhong pressed into that near living-pillow. Like his scales were suddenly hypersensitive, able to make out every fiber that was tickling him through the slow thrusts. Each one nearly making him release his pent up seed, wanting to just ravage the bear against the cushioned couch until he was spent, but kept in mind the concept of speed vs pleasure. Making him nearly curse against his own instincts.

The constant movements were adding up though, especially with the white one. His weapon spraying inbetween the two every twenty seconds or so, making the runner half wonder how much he actually had left. Nearly soaking that furry belly and chest as the warmth started to invade it from the inside. A steady amount of pre leaking out of the dragon's own tool like an overflowed bucket. Unable to contain much more of it, and one final thrust sent him over the edge.

Finally, his instincts were set free. Slamming his lower half into the bear's and nearly getting constant squirts in the process. His lower area locked up, stressing his muscles greatly as the dragon pinned the Outsider down. Roaring loudly as torrents of pre were shot inside him. Slowly morphing into whimpers and another roar. The thick pressure was instantly felt flowing through Bartan's lower half, adding to the flood of white that was already there. Though still not fully sealed at the end and flowing around that pink weapon, quite a bit of it started building up inside his belly. Rounding it out slowly as his own canine tool released over himself and the entire booth. The constant sprays showered the two for nearly an entire minute before the dragon slipped on top of the bear.

Heavy pants left their muzzles as they fought to regain their energy. Their bodies, weapons, and paws twitching against one another for nearly five minutes before they could speak again. "A... Plus."

"A plus?"

"To the power of 827." They chuckled. "That's your grade. You are ready, young Grasshopper."

"Grasshopper?"

"Another movie reference, nevermind." They looked around after that small rest. "Yeah, we made a mess."

"That's what a mop is for." The two nodded, still purring. "Thank you."

"You're very welcome, Zhong. But I'll have to use your bathroom before we clean up."

"That way. Try not to make too much of a mess." Another kiss before he let the bear up.

He entered the dark house, trying to be quiet and locking the door behind him. Though it was a force of habit he was having a hard time to break, Bryce wanted him to. It was likely for the best anyway, as the bear carefully navigated the halls. Making his way to the bedroom and seeing two figures spooning on the bed, forcing Bartan to smile before getting undressed a bit and joining in. Trying not to wake them, yet feeling a set of familiar brown paws hold onto him anyway. Nudging against his furred neck and feeling a second set behind him stroke that same coat. "What time is it?" Remy whispered, getting the Outsider to double take a bit.

"You're _still_up?"

"A little bit." A faint chuckle as Bryce squeezed Bartan in his sleep.

"It's late. Very late. My session kept me tied up a little longer than I thought."

"You could've spent the night there."

"I know, but at the same time..." A nod was barely felt and a lick against his neck. "I'm glad you two worked things out."

"Very much so."

"How many times did you release?"

"Me personally? About five."

"And you're _still_up?" A louder chuckle that made Bryce grumble a bit as the two white ones cut themselves off silently laughed. "You're something else, Remy."

"Thank you."

"What about the big guy?"

"Three times, I believe. I'm still kind of... Full."

"I think we all are." The two smiled, even if they couldn't see it. "What do you think of the line of work?"

"It's... More up my alley, I believe. If I used that expression correctly."

"Yes, yes you did." That furred paw stroked that white scaled one. "I'll get the big guy's half in the morning, but if you put him into a sex coma, then I'm pretty sure you're golden. If you still want to, that is."

"...I think I will. It'll be a nice change of pace."

"A nice change of pace, indeed."