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"i need something, come over"

Grey had been a little confused when he got Gavin's message. He'd known the dragon for long enough to expect something more detailed from him rather than just a demand to go to his house, but any attempts at prying into why he was inviting him over so early in the morning were met with silence. It was nothing alarming; if Gavin had been in any genuine trouble (and there'd be no reason for him to end up having problems), there were far more capable people to call for help than Grey, and along with that the dragon had failed to give him any more reason as to why he should be in a hurry. But despite a lack of urgency, and despite any reason to roll out of bed in the first place, Grey had found himself slipping onto his feet and making his way to Gavin's without so much as stopping for breakfast.

In the early hours of the morning, the roads were usually empty and the streets were void of life of the crowds of pedestrians and clusters of pedestrian that usually occupied the narrow sidewalks and roads, leaving Grey to spend the majority of his trip there in silence just wondering just why he'd decided to make the thirty minute walk to Gavin's so early in the morning in the first place. But when he reached the point where he was closer to the dragon's den than he was to the comforts of his own home, there was no sense in turning back, and the hybrid only let out an aggravated huff before approaching his close friend's home and rap-tap-tapping on his door.

Gavin hadn't bothered to dress for presentation. Tangerine and crimson scales (And the other things he had to show) had been hidden under a pair of baggy sweatpants and a t shirt that failed to properly contain his belly, letting it hang freely just a bit.

"Well, you look like you've made yourself cozy." Grey's attempt at a greeting was met by a lazy grin from Gavin, the dragon stepping back to allow his guest in, one arm reaching out to nudge him inside by the shoulder.

"And you look tired."

"That tends to happen when you're woken up by a half-assed text at five in the morning." If Gavin was thrown off by Grey's irritation he failed to show it, only responding with a shrug before shutting the door and leading Grey further inside, away from the door and away from his chance to leave once he learned what Gavin had in store. "Why'd you even invite me here, anyways?"

"Well, I have a busy schedule ahead of me for today. You know, a lot of work to do, and not a lot of time to eat." Grey nodded along, his tail twitching behind him a little. Something was eating its way through his thoughts, trying to snag his attention and coax him into leaving right then and there; he knew what this scenario was, but in his slurry of drowsiness and the numb feeling oozing from his core at being woken up so early, he failed to recognize what was happening, instead electing to just nod along in agreement.

"So, do you want to go out and just get a meal with me? You could've just invited me to have breakfast with you if that was the case, but we can go out somewhere and grab something right now!" Grey's hospitality was met with a snicker from his host, a set of sharp teeth making itself present with that grin.

"Oh, you don't understand! I did invite you over here for breakfast, but it's a lot easier to eat a friend all in one go than it is to set up a big meal." He waited for the hybrid to figure out what he was implying; confusion filled up the smaller anthro's body for a second, followed by shock, then outright aggravation. He opened his mouth to protest, but as soon as he did Gavin opened his wider.

And Grey's vision immediately went dark as he collided with the back of the glutton's gullet.

Gavin did his best to make quick work of his friend, both of his hands wrapping around his waist while his tongue and the force of gravity guided him further down his throat, the muscles lining his digestive tract working in sync to squeeze him down inch by inch with each hearty swallow. Drool dripped down from his mouth, coating his breakfast's shoulders and arms with a few strands of it that lubricated his body and further sped up the trip down his slimy throat. Grey did his best to slip out from Gavin's grasp, his legs kicking while his arms scrambled pointlessly at the slippery flesh surrounding him. There wasn't any getting out though; No matter how much he kicked and thrashed and pleaded for Gav to stop, nothing seemed to get him to stop, his captor only continuing to work him down with an almost insulting lack of effort.

As more and more of the black and violet hybrid slipped past Gavin's lips and fine teeth and joined him in the depths of his core, his stomach gradually began to shift and twist and grow as Grey spilled inside of it. It growled out a greeting, in which Grey responded with a few remarks Gavin was a little disappointed he couldn't hear. His prey's waist met his mouth, then his paws slipped past his tongue, and after that the only thing left outside was his tail. And by simply tilting his head back and letting it slide inside with a satisfying "guh-lrk~", Grey disappeared from view and found himself in the roomy belly of his friend.

Gavin only managed to make his way over to the couch before collapsing on top of it with a groan, the springs and legs squeaking and creaking in protest while his hands reached up to rest on his bloated belly as Grey did his best to get comfy and side. A simple breakfast would've been more than enough to carry him through the day, but Grey had left him absolutely stuffed and made his stomach satisfyingly tight. This was comfortable, and even if his meal wouldn't admit it, he knew that he'd grow to appreciate the excuse to avoid having to do anything that day.

Gavin took his time to let predatorial pride seep through him, listening to the deep groans and quavering grumbles that slipped through his thin coat of pudge while his stomach worked on settling around his (physically) close friend, but before long his brief moment of pleasure was interrupted by a quite buzz from his phone

-"You got my fur all slimy, I hope you're willing to pay for my conditioner."

Gavin snickered, patting his belly for a moment before taking a moment to type out his own response.

-"Yeah, and you ruined my shirt. I think that's a fair trade."

-"It wasn't like it even fit you to begin with, that's not fair at all :<"

-"You'll at LEAST let me go in a few hours, right?"

-"How about a few days?"

Gavin turned off his phone before he could get a response, but the consistent buzzing and the handful of calls that he refused to answer made it very obvious that Grey wasn't happy with the suggestion. Gavin would probably let him go eventually, of course; he didn't want to risk rolling over and crushing him in his sleep at night, and the suggestion hadn't been more than a slight tease to begin with. But Grey would calm down eventually; he never managed to stay upset for much longer than the course of half an hour.

In the meantime, Gavin had a bit of work to do.