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A quick cough left Jovan's throat. One of his students looked up from his test, willing to take any distraction from the panic that no doubt coursed through his mind as the rest of his class loudly scribbled. The old dragon watched that student from his desk, curious at said emotions, reminiscing of his own student days, when he would see the same panic on many of his own friends' faces. They always fell to the floor in relief when the tests were over, free of the weight of worry, embracing the newfound freedom once again, just like this young man probably would. He never understood how they could forget their likely failing grade so easily. Such was the carefree attitude of the young.

But the old dragon stopped caring almost right away. His eyes wandered back to his own papers, reading a single line before looking anywhere else, to the pen between his fingers, to his phone on the side, down towards the prominent chest that his shirt tightly hugged to, picturing his own wide, muscular frame underneath, covered in a shining mix of golden scales and fur. A sigh left the old man's mouth, making his bushy mustache rustle. And just out of curiosity, he looked up at the seats, where the exact same student looked up again, staring at his teacher for a single second before returning to the hopeless endeavor that was his exam.

He was the same. It took Jovan no time or effort to realize that he, just like that desperate young man, was simply going through meaningless motions, punching time until the sweet alarm on his phone signaled the end of their time, and of his day. He craved the weekend, the rest, the tired mornings spent on his husband's arms... Yes, he craved that cranky old man more than anything. He felt his entire body tremble with anxious need just thinking about the wizened bird, lazy smile across his beak just begging to be kissed. His feathered hands gently unbuttoning the dragon's shirt, pulling down and roaming across his built body, his touch getting rougher by the second. His entire weight put against him as he was pushed to the bed, arms held up to the headrest as the cuffs clicked in place. Just thinking about it made him cross his legs out of fear not even his slit could contain him.

"You know what?" he asked out loud and the same young man looked up, this time joined by the rest of his classmates. Jovan looked at their curious, stressed eyes, some of them yearning the moment they were allowed to return to their task. It almost made him take back what he wanted to do, what he wanted to say, but he couldn't. This was just one of those rare moments he allowed his more carnal desires to win him over. "It's Friday and I'm more tired than I thought I'd be; must be the age getting to me. So why don't you take the test home, answer it through the weekend, and bring it over on Monday. Same grade."

It surprised him how many of his students agreed with his terms. Naturally, there were groans here and there, no doubt regretful over their studying efforts being diminished, but the old teacher tuned them out. Instead, he put special focus on that distracted young man, a relieved sigh leaving his lips and his eyes suddenly full of hope. It took a lot of Jovan's willpower not to chuckle in complicity.

As his students, both the grateful and the dispassionate, stood up with books in hand, the old dragon reached for his phone. A few polite words from them reached his ears, which he replied to without thinking, staring at his screen wondering if he should send a message to his lover. Arriving home with all the preparations done sounded ideal, but there was something so inherently erotic about the surprise, about the unexpected. Not to mention, it was a perhaps a bad idea to tempt the old bird; that usually ended with his own pants tenting noticeably, and he wasn't about to prance about college with a visible bulge on his crotch.

When he looked back up, it was just as the anxious student from before walked past his desk. He didn't say word, only nodded to the teacher as a farewell, his eyes and smile still bright. And Jovan just happened to think, if this surprise did such wonders for a student's mood, imagine how much his lover would appreciate one as well.

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Funny how a few minutes could make such a difference. Without the usual rush hour traffic, Jovan found himself back home with at least half an hour to spend. Made it worth to consider asking for another schedule next semester. But right now, he was of a single-track mind. As soon as the front door closed behind him, he rushed up the stairs, his body still trembling with excitement. The bulge he had feared so much sitting on his desk was now proudly present on his pants, his rod craving to be released out of his slit, out of his pants and into the world. All because he had teased his own thoughts on his ride back, fighting the urge to just whip it out on the highway and stroke on the way. But where was the fun on that? Especially when you had a strong, dominant man to really make you beg for it.

He pushed the door to their bedroom with his mind already full of ideas and images of the old man, his body almost shaking. As he thought of his piercing gaze, a shiver crawled up his spine. Would he be excited to see him? Or would he play up his anger for their session? One way or another, the dragon trembled in anticipation.

But instead of the imposing, honestly terrifying visage of his husband staring at him in a mix of disbelief and opportunism, what greeted him on the other side of the door was something far more wholesome. Steiner, the old pervert, lied down on their bed; the black dress shirt pulled out of his pants, loose over his skin, yet still showing off the curves and shapes of his muscles beneath. He was the shorter, smaller one between them, but that only magnified that air of elegance his entire being exuded, when compared to Jovan's draconic frame. The luscious light blue feathers almost seemed to glimmer with the early afternoon light coming in through the window, and the dragon's eyes landed on the fluff around his neck and beard right away, following down the trail towards the few open buttons that showed off just enough of his chest. It was so rare to see the old bird this ruffled, but if anything, that casual image only added to Jovan's fantasies, making his member jump in his slit.

Just as he thought as much, his lover stirred. His eyes slowly opened, looking away from the sun and adjusting to the light. He rolled and moved lazily, looking towards the door, until a smile formed on his beak. There was something almost heavenly about the picture, which almost made Jovan regret his less than pure intentions.

"Hey," the bird said in a groggy voice, turning all the way until he lied to the side. Without any flair, he patted the space on the bed next to him, and the old dragon felt inclined to walk over. Even barely awake, there was something about him that made it unthinkable to try and disobey.

"Hey," he greeted back as he sat. His eyes never left Stein's body, still craving to be touched by the same hands that were now rubbing his back. "What is it with you, staying on bed? Rough day at work?"

"Alright, story time," as he said that, Stein sat up. The casual aura started vanishing as his back straightened up, making him seem taller. Even now, he gave off that dominant air that made the dragon fall for him in the first place. "Every day, when I get back from my meetings, I take a quick nap before you get home, to look presentable. Because apparently, I'm an old man. That's why I sleep so little, too," and what energy he could muster to say that faded away, along with his stance, as he leaned over and hugged to the dragon's waist. "If you tell anyone, I'll make your body my personal playground."

"Even more than it already is?" the dragon chuckled, getting his waist squeezed in return. When he looked down, he saw Stein's eyes shut tight, eyebrows in a deep frown. He couldn't help chuckle again, his hand holding the soft, feathery ones in place. They felt just as he remembered, just as he pictured them on his way back home, and the thought alone made him wander towards those same thoughts. "I had a different idea of how things would play out."

"Specifically, you wanted me to play with this?" the old bird said as his hand reached down, between the thick thighs, and started rubbing the fabric over the dragon's crotch. The same spot where Jovan's manhood bulged out his skin and his pants, desperate to be released from his slit. He couldn't help a gasp; of course, Stein had noticed, he would have to be blind not to. And of course, just his hands on him, even through several layers of fabric, was enough to make his back tense up. "Well? I'm waiting an answer."

"Y-Yes..." he shakily said.

"Is that why you're home so early? You skipped your classes to get your body ravaged, you naughty boy?" he abandoned the crotch and instead both hands started cruising up, trailing the abs that his under Jovan's white shirt. Stein's fingers pressed only enough through the fabric and fat to feel his muscles, expertly going through those sensitive spots where the sensations somehow clustered until he shook with excitement. Up his hands went until reaching the hanging mounds of muscle that were the dragon's pectorals, jiggling under the slightest touch, shivering from the brush of his fingers as he searched for the middle of the buttons on his shirt. Jovan felt his hot breath near his ears, and he couldn't tell when he even stood up so far, but he didn't care as the words left his beak. "Naughty boys get punished."

The shirt was torn open, buttons flying and falling on the floor, some of them rolling all the way to the closed door. Jovan gasped again, something in his body shutting down for a second. It wasn't the first time, but he felt so strangely fragile when his clothes were treated like that, suddenly exposed as his chest was left bare. The shirt softly slid down his arms until it was completely off, leaving him naked from the waist up and with a pair of feathered hands squeezing his pecs. A sigh escaped him, and the same hands guided his massive body down, falling back on the bed until he stared at the ceiling, and the shadowed figure of Stein looking down at him.

"I thought you were tired," he whispered while the blue hands followed the creases and curves of his biceps. He had stopped squeezing and was instead simply admiring the sheer size of the dragon's musculature with a wicked glint behind his eyes.

"I'm never too tired for this, dear," for whatever reason, hearing that last word made Jovan blush. When he looked away in mild embarrassment, the next thing he felt was the familiar cold hold of a pair of cuffs around each wrist, both of them linking him to the headpost and the bedrest while his own head hung slightly off the side of the bed. His nose was mere inches away from the bird's crotch, but his pants were too loose for him to see any sign of an erection. Part of him wanted to see Stein pull them down, expose himself as much as he was and use him... "You're looking at it very intently. Do you want it so bad?" he asked, a hand caressing the dragon's cheek.

Jovan didn't answer. Despite how hot his own desires burned in his loins, he remained too ashamed to outright express them. But Stein didn't wait for him to; next thing the dragon knew, his eyes were covered by a jet-black cloth, pulled down and tightly pressed against his head, knotted on the back. In a single second, he sank into darkness, and felt his breathing suddenly rushing in excited panic. His hands balled up into fists, his arms bulging, yet he made no effort to set himself free, or defy his lover's actions.

"When did you get all of this out?" he asked instead. Mainly to fill up the silence while his mind adjusted to the blindness.

"You'd be surprised over how much I can get done while you're distracted by your own arousal," was Stein's answer. It only served to make Jovan grow more curious, but his remaining questions stayed in his throat as a small bar was practically shoved between his teeth. He bit on it out of a mix of instinct and habit, and just like the blindfold, he felt the small belts tighten around the back of his head, leaving him completely muffled and bound.

And then there was silence once again. Stein was there, he knew it; he could still feel his presence above him, faintly listen to his breathing. But more than once, those things started mixing with his own, and Jovan found himself doubting. In the darkness, there was no certainty with anything. Until the same fingers that had roamed his body before continued their journey, this time starting on the dragon's collarbone. The soft feathers sinking through his fur and easily finding his skin were soothing, and their hungry touch made him tremble in delight. They moved slowly, only with the tips, brushing his neck and trailing the curve of his pectorals. The way they explored his chest made him feel bigger somehow; vast, wide, up until they found his perky nipples and toyed with them for a while. A soft whimper left through the bar; a sound of necessity, that screamed at him to pinch and torture them, to use his chest. But it was left ignored, and the fingers kept going down.

It didn't take Jovan long to understand. He wasn't being enjoyed, but appraised. In the same way that one would appraise an antique vase, or a sculpture. He was an object for Stein to see and do what he pleased with, and the thought made him shiver again. His fingers kept going down, feeling his abs once again, pushing and looking for the defined lines between them, somewhere under the thin layer of fat. Low moans left Jovan as his body was touched with such care, as those feathered fingers slowly reached the edge of his pants, where the fire burned the brightest. And just as they were about to reach the fabric, they pulled back.

Jovan was once again left in the darkness, with no outside input. All he felt were the sheets beneath him and that tingle left by the old bird's fingers all across his body; and the tight pressure of his manhood against his skin, clenching his slit closed to keep it trapped until his lover deemed it appropriate to let it out. As usual.

The clamps bit harshly around his nipples. There was absolutely no warning, no moment of mercy on the act. The fleshy nubs were suddenly clenched between small metallic jaws, jagged and stabbing under his skin. The scream that pushed out of Jovan wasn't only from the sudden pain, but from how harder it now was to keep his length still inside him. He could feel his own heavy breathing making his chest expand with air, and the movement alone made the jagged clamps twist around, as if chewing and nibbling on his nipples until he started thrashing around on the bed. For the first time, he pulled against his bindings, only to find them stronger than his arms.

"Calm down already," the deep voice scorned through his screams, before the clamps on his nipples were pulled up. Hard. Enough that his whole body stopped moving from the pain, his back arching up to try and keep up with the sudden movement. No matter what, the jagged teeth made the clamps cling to his flesh until the dragon's own fangs gritted against his muzzle. Only when the pressure gave out, he fell back on the bed, his chest rising from the effort and his whimpers low and quick. Somewhere in the darkness, he kept hearing Stein's voice. "You're still the needy pain slut I met, aren't you?" he said, with barely a hint of care hidden beneath the scorn. He was somewhere on the other side of the bed, in front of where the dragon's feet hung from.

He got all the confirmation he needed when a familiar pair of hands reached for his pants, rubbing the bulge beneath once again. The same fingers that had appraised him before were now toying with him through the fabric, until he felt them unbutton and pull the zipper down. The air in the room hit him as only the thin layer of his black boxers kept him from being exposed. But Stein wasted no time and the underwear was pulled down as well, peeled off Jovan's wet, sticky skin. He felt his slit coated in his seeping pre, still gushing out as his cock throbbed inside him. It was already too hard to push out, and yet it wanted out; so much, it made him bulge excitedly.

"Aren't slits supposed to keep you from getting bulges? Or are you just that happy to see me?" Stein said, and Jovan could listen the wicked grin in his words. He abandoned the layers of clothing that his fingers had been holding down, and instead reached for the sensitive areas of his crotch, trailing the wet lips and spreading them apart, only for yet another fountain of pre to push out of him and coat down his taint and into his underwear. Jovan could feel it going down, reaching his tail and covering his hole, which seemingly sucked it in. "You're a thirsty old pervert, aren't you?" Stein's teases were no doubt just his average bantering, but after that last bit, Jovan couldn't help but agree.

Those fingers had treated him like an object before, but their touch was gentle. Just the memory, mere minutes away, was enough to make him shiver. These fingers were different; they trailed the edge of his wet slit with a tender touch, yet with undeniable hunger. With every twitch of his sensitive folds, he felt them stop for a moment, as if holding back from just pushing in. More than once, they couldn't fight off the temptation, pushing and rubbing the warm insides of Jovan's body, pressing his soft flesh until his pre oozed out, as if a sponge. His loud moans had turned into small whimpers, and every time they crossed inside, his back arched up again, more out of anticipation than anything.

Soon, it was two fingers pushing in, spreading his insides wide and making him shake from head to toe. Stein got bolder by the second, pushing in and out with both of them while still pressing his flesh, following the edges of his damp entrance. The third finger was quick to follow, and the old dragon was spread beyond what he bargained for at first. His teeth clenched around the bar once again, almost as much as his slit tried to do around the invaders. It meant nothing to Stein's efforts, however; he kept pushing, pushing as far as his knuckles, spreading his fingers apart inside just to make his submissive lover scream more for him. And they stayed inside for longer too, searching for that long, throbbing meat that his insides promised; Jovan could tell from how he rubbed and tickled while in him, causing his breathing to rush.

The fourth finger pushed in and the dragon's fangs pushed into the bar. Even muffled, his screams echoed across the room, louder by the second as more of the bird's hand pushed into him. Already past the knuckles, Stein made his way into his lover's slit, convincing Jovan that he would tear him apart. And even then, his fingers kept roaming, looking for his member, pushing in deeper and deeper while their restless search continued. Jovan felt himself get looser, spread wider, as the hand pushed in; somewhere on the back of his head he figured his lips would eventually meet with the bird's wrist.

But he didn't have any time to ponder about that either. The clamps were once again pulled and his entire body went into overdrive. Rather than one overwhelming the other, both sensations seemed to complement each other, amplifying. The pain coursed from his chest and his every cell, every inch of his skin, was suddenly on fire. It went all the way down to his member, throbbing like mad inside his slit, pushing against its boundaries, desperate to come out. Almost as if that had been his idea, Stein's fingers finally reached the length; Jovan felt the bird's soft, feathery fingers rubbing his length, deep inside his body, grabbing it, surrounding it, stroking...

He felt everything. In the darkness, he could feel every breath, every vein popping in his neck from the extreme heat between his legs, slowly coursing through his body. And through his own muffled screams, he heard Stein's wicked chuckle as his treatment continued. The soft, tender touch he treated his cock with contrasted with the very idea of his hand shoved inside his slit, with the pain he gave him by pulling on his nipples; the jagged teeth violently clinging to his flesh and the stress he put in his own muscles to try and escape from his bindings, all to no avail, were a mixture of sensations the like no other man had ever given him. Only Stein could make torture be this delicious.

He could feel himself get closer, and perhaps made it too obvious, as the bird's touches stopped only long enough for his juices to go down. He always had an otherworldly skill to make him edge at the precise time, scaring and enticing the dragon further. His slit was crammed, and the clamps kept pulling on him, yet he somehow felt the bird's hand resting on his cleft. Pictures started drawing on Jovan's mind, seeing his old lover hold his pecs, squeeze him and trail him like the property he was, while he kept pulling at the clamps with his beak. That depraved ownership, that desperation to torture, was such a sight, he wished he could see the real thing through the darkness. And as Stein's fingers pushed through the cleft between his pecs, he felt his stiff member throb again in his touch. The way his finger squeezed between the mounds of muscle that were his pecs was just like he wished the bird's member would go, pressing, pushing and trembling with every intake of air that made them puff out.

And just like that, he could feel himself approaching climax once again. Strong, seething juices flowing deep inside his body, climbing the massive tower that was his manhood. But this time, out of his own volition, he held back; he pressed against his own loins, clenching, pulling it back with every ounce of willpower he could muster, all so his load would remain inside him. Even as Stein's touch became rougher, more agitated, he held back; even as he was squeezed and milked, he held from shooting, following his lover- his master's unspoken will. And the more he held back, the more furious the bird's touch was, goading his will to break and his fluids to burst out in a majestic fountain.

He groaned, a dry, coarse sound coming out of his throat. His back kept pushing up, his crotch high in the air, pushing against the bird's relentless hand. It took him a few seconds to realize he was humping, piercing himself with Stein's fingers, following his smooth motions. Up and down went the soft feathers on his length, squeezing and stroking slower, harder. The remaining hand abandoned the valley of his pecs and almost right away he felt his nipples being pulled up again, always with the harsh reminder of the jagged clamps around them. He was inches above from the bed, with only his ass to keep him supported, yet it felt like he hung from the bird's hands, waiting to let him off the second he gave in to his urges.

His mouth started drying as his humps became more energetic. In the darkness, he had no idea what kind of face Stein was making. Was he thrilled? Excited as he was over his climax? Or perhaps he stared at him with disappointment, and that hint on his eyes, that wicked glint that would let him go on until the very last minute, only to pull him away from his orgasm just as he was over the edge. Or was he gleefully expecting that much? It's true that he had no way to tell what his face was saying, but his hands were other story; they were eager, needy like the rest of his body, touching him faster and harder with every second that went by.

Reason caved into the needs, to the instincts that told him to please his lover. With one final thrust forward, he let his member be rubbed by those soft, tender hands. And following suit, a burst of thick, hot seed shot out of his member, deep in his slit, rolling down and filling him up in a matter of seconds. Jovan screamed and felt everything, every inch of his insides suddenly crammed with his own fluids, until he was flooded with them, surrounding Stein's hand completely. And then, he felt them flow out, rolling out of his slit in big blasts, no doubt making a mess on its way down his taint, pooling around the base of his tail, sticking to his thighs and reaching as far up as Stein's wrist.

The bird pushed just a bit further, reaching the dragon's tip. Jovan's urethra was quickly blocked by the bird's finger, and the constant flow suddenly topped. Whether it was the darkness or the oversensitivity of being stuffed beyond limit, the old teacher wasn't sure, but something made his nerves flare up just as his juices were held up in his length, piling up with every shot blocked on its way out. His fangs pushed deeper into his muzzle, sinking in. The bedposts creaked as his arms started pulling harder, threatening to tear them apart. His hips thrashed slightly as his body became more desperate for release, humping against the hand still inside him.

And in a strange moment of mercy, Stein let go of his member, allowing for one final shot of cum to explode out of him in a powerful burst that made the old dragon see stars on his blindfold. He felt it all pouring and oozing out of him, exploding and squelching as the bird's hand pulled out, leaving him with a loose slit and a sea of his own cum inside, his softening dick floating inside. The intensity was almost unbearable, and Jovan breathed heavily through the bar between his teeth. He was surprised he hadn't lost consciousness yet; in fact, his entire body was still on fire, still sensitive to every impulse it received. He felt everything, even the tiniest of prickles from the jagged clamps still biting down his nipples.

Time passed. Seconds, minutes- It was irrelevant, he realized; he was once again floating in the darkness, with no input even from his master's distant hands. He had nothing but his own orgasm, still fresh in his loins, to keep him company. Until the same soft feathers as before reached for the bar and pulled it out, freeing his jaw. His first reaction, naturally, was to stretch it, to breath in deeper, but he had no room for that. Before any of that could happen, a beak was pressed against his lips, and Jovan gave in to the kiss without a second thought. The warm, thick seed assaulted him next, mixed with his lover's saliva; tongues dancing and twirling in the mouthful, small drops falling from the sides of his mouth, leaving trails down his chin and neck. And with a silent command, he swallowed his own fresh seed, overwhelmed by the taste, and Stein's beak pulled away.

"Thank you..." he managed to breathe out, between heavy intakes that made his massive, bare chest puff out. Before getting a response, he felt the old bird's weight push against his torso, his soft feathers resting on the massive pecs just as his breathing eased.

"Now he's thanking me, talk about a slut," Steiner said, with a chuckle for good measure. It was a soft, tired voice, and it brought a smile to Jovan's snout.

"I just... really like it when you go back to your old ways-

"Can we not talk about that?"

"No, I mean...!" Jovan stopped again. It was rare for a man of his age to be left speechless, especially when he made a living out of dealing with snarky millennials, yet here he was, stuttering for the right words. "It's, um... It's fun in bed..."

"Slut," Stein said again, getting a whimper out of the dragon. And that was enough to get a laugh out of the old bird in return. "Was it worth it skipping out on your classes, naughty boy?"

"Y-Yeah," and he didn't need to get the blindfold off to know he was blushing.

"Then I guess it is fun in bed," and the old bird started rustling on the dragon's chest. "Now, let me nestle on your chest for five more minutes, and we can keep it up after."

"Nestle?" and he the beak around his nipple for that. "Ow! Ok, ok... Can I at least get my arms free so I can properly cuddle?"

"Not a chance. Besides, you like it," and once again, he was right. Jovan thought as much as he felt the old bird fall on top of him, his breathing soon easing out. Still in the darkness, the only thing he felt was the weight of his lover against his body. And Jovan couldn't help a smile.