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High Altitude Affection

The InTamosian mountains were a realm of dragons, wyverns, and all other saurossins. Despite reptilians being seen as cold blooded, the saurossins were quite the opposite, able to withstand the chill of winter even with snow on the ground. Between that weather and the seemingly inhospitable mountain ranges of the region, few made the northern shield their home. Few but the saurossins, who could carve out a hive of cavernous tunnels beneath the snow-covered peaks. Breeding season started in mid-autumn, so the eggs or young could be incubated over winter and born in spring. Some saurossins laid eggs, while others did not. The race was quite diverse.

Many flocks of dragons called the InTamosian Mountains their home; they flew in groups, explored in groups, and occasionally defended territory in groups. Yet, despite that solidarity between them within their own flocks, most groups had learned to get along and to not invade the territory of others. Given the dragon tendency to be very possessive, this was an eternally delicate balance but one that had been maintained for many generations.

Often times, flocks would intermingle, sharing members and exchanging families within. Because of this, young drakes often grew up with a handful of their own kind, developing a sort of sibling bond between families. Siranor and Xigfeldo were two such drakes. Born of different parents in different flocks but raised close enough to bond like brothers after their flocks merged years prior.

Xigfeldo was the older of the two, born a full year before Siranor. In spite of this, Siranor was marginally larger than Xigfeldo. Though perhaps he only looked bigger due to his more robust fur, where Xigfeldo had scales covering most of his body.

Xigfeldo's scales and fur tufts lining his spine and mane were of a slate-gray, perfect for blending into the mountainous region. Siranor's fur was a deep, dark blue - almost black - with wisps of a lighter blue and bright spots to help him blend into the night sky.

In their spare time between hunting for food and interacting with the rest of their flock, Siranor and Xigfeldo often found themselves soaring high above the trees, dashing and diving at one another in playful jest. And on this chilly, brisk autumn day with the leaves a gradient from yellow to red, they had woken up early to begin the chase through the valley their flock overlooked.

Within their cave in the cliff side, Siranor was first to wake. He used his tail tip to tickle Xigfeldo on the neck, where the scaled dragon's mane was fluffed up to keep him warm. This tease was only just enough to wake the older dragon from his own slumber. He yawned and blinked, clearing his eye of crusties as he got a look at Siranor's rump scuttling away into the orange glow of dawn that poked its way into the cave.

Xigfeldo rolled his eyes, stretched his wings, and got to all fours while stretching before dashing after his flock-mate. Siranor was first to the cave entrance, leaping into the air and spreading his wing to catch the early-morning updraft, soaring into the sky and banking hard to the north. Xigfeldo did the same, banking to the south so he could then turn around and meet in the middle.

The pair of them swooped by one another, nearly missing each other with Siranor reaching out with his talons to nearly touch Xigfeldo's spine. This continued, with both drakes flying past one another closer and closer without actually touching until they both found their stride and headed up the valley together, wings nearly touching as they flew side by side. They couldn't speak while flying, so they sought out a place to land before officially beginning their day.

Beneath them, a waterfall cascaded out from a cliff to land in a pond which coursed through the valley and eventually ended up in a nearby lake. The mist from the waterfall ensured that the surrounding area was glazed with a thin frost every morning, as the valley was graced by freezing temperatures over night. That was where they could find some breakfast so that was where they landed.

Siranor was a bit more brash and forthright, so he was first to dip his wing and dive down to the creek that came from the lake, snatching up a rather large fish and swallowing it whole. Xigfeldo followed and got two smaller fish, filling his belly with ease. Not a huge breakfast, but satisfying enough to start their day off well.

Soon after their morning meal, they flapped back up through the frosty leaves to land atop the cliff face, above the waterfall and overlooking the entirety of the valley beneath them. From there, they could see every cave carved out of the cliffs, every family for their flock-mates in their own den but linked to each other within the rock walls.

Siranor stood tall, wings spread and tail up as Xigfeldo landed near him. He immediately lunged into a playful tackle, teeth out and chomping down on the elder drake's neck. Xigfeldo wasn't in the mood, however; he rolled, over, kicked Siranor off him, and landed on his belly with his wings folded tight to his flanks. "Too early, Siranor." He lightly chided. "Do allow me some time to let my meal settle." He kept his head up high, a slight grin tugging at the corner of his maw.

"Alright." Siranor agreed as he shook himself free of the dust and dirt that had coated his fur. Though he agreed to hold off, he found himself compelled to crouch down in a stalking pose, creeping towards his flock-mate before pouncing upon him! The two of them rolled over a bit, playfully biting and clawing at one another until they ended up in a pile with Siranor atop Xigfeldo, tail tip in his maw and front leg wrapped around Xigfeldo's upper body. In turn, Xigfeldo had a grip upon Siranor's fluffy tail, his front legs folded up on his chest.

Xigfeldo looked up at Siranor. "Okay, you win this round." He conceded through the grit of his teeth clamped down on the larger dragon's tail. "You won't win the next."

Siranor growled a bit and happily let go of Xigfeldo's tail, sniffing the air as he went. There was a peculiar scent between them, which was mildly confusing at first. One they both found to be quite familiar, but Siranor was unable to identify it. Still, he accepted his victory and slid off his flock-mate. Once they were contentedly cuddling next to one another, Xigfeldo rolled back onto his side, nestling into Siranor's fluff. Given Siranor's age and slightly larger body, he often had the advantage in quick tussles, though Xigfeldo had the experience to do better the longer they went.

"Did you sleep well?" Xigfeldo asked while laying next to Siranor. "The chills are quite strong lately, I do hope you found the needed warmth to resist them."

"Indeed! I slept quite well; the fur helps. And being surrounded by flock-mates like you keeps me warm." Siranor sniffed the air again, further exploring the rather intense but fleeting aroma that came and went with the breeze. "Do you smell that, Xig? It's quite nice."

This urged Xigfeldo to roll onto his belly while remaining close to Siranor. That scent was that of a seasonal drake, a scent both would come to quickly know. Siranor was only entering his first mating season and wasn't yet all too familiar with the scent of aroused dragon, whereas Xigfeldo had experienced it one year prior. Neither were experienced, as Xigfeldo had not mated in his first season. First and second year drakes were not often large or strong enough to sire a clutch, so the younger yet mature drakes often ended up finding ways to handle themselves.

Xigfeldo was regularly inundated with the aroma of females and even other males but had not wanted to urge Siranor to help him out. As far as he was concerned, that was his problem to manage. He was finding it increasingly challenging to control himself, though. With each passing day as the flock delved deeper into mating season and the elder of the families were courting one another, Xigfeldo struggled to not voice his desires. A struggle he overcame, if only barely.

Siranor had no such reservations. The younger drake didn't fully understand the scents and the desires that were bubbling up within him, all he knew was that being around Xigfeldo made his loins tight and his slit a bit more sensitive. The thought of sharing that with his flock-mate was a fantasy that had been dancing in his mind all autumn, ever since mating season began. He couldn't fully explain what it was he wanted, so he opted to not indulge. He was the younger of the two, but he had enough self control to not make any demands. In truth, he wanted to speak up but didn't know how.

Instead, he simply made a habit of sniffing the air as much as he could, taking in the aroma and enjoying it despite not knowing exactly what it was. Had he thought deeply about when and where the scent came from, as well as how it made him feel, he may have been able to identify what it meant. As it stood, he was simply lost in the aromatic delights, tasting it in the back of his throat. This was his first season as a mature drake, he had a lot to learn.

All the while, Xigfeldo remained silent, bringing his legs in close to do his best to mask the scent of his seasonal arousal billowing out from under him. "Yes, don't worry too much about that." Xigfeldo insisted. "So what do you want to do today? I was flying over by the eastern shore and found a cave I've never seen before; we could explore that if you wished. I am quite certain it's beyond our flock's territory and I don't know of any others that are along the eastern coast."

"That sounds like it's pretty far. I'm happy here." He reached over to nuzzle and nip Xigfeldo's neck fluff. It was not uncommon for dragons to show that kind of affection, but in reality Siranor had something else on his mind. Something he didn't fully comprehend. "I'd rather stay away from the sea. Not a lot out there but birds and dolphins. Boring, if you ask me."

Xigfeldo nodded. "I understand." He nodded slowly, then said. "I'll race you to Pointers Peak!"

Siranor looked like he was going to protest, but before he could speak Xigfeldo leapt out from under him and dove over the cliff side, quickly banking again and flapping his wings to give chase. He knew it was the best way to avoid the conversation, since he knew that if the subject of mating came up he'd have a hard time resisting his desires. He'd already gotten into a bit of trouble by being pushy with some of the females from his same year. Had a bit of a nip on his snout from that exchange.

Siranor gave chase and soon followed, matching every one of Xigfeldo's motions in the air. He ducked, he weaved, and he darted by over top the orange and yellow-leafed trees atop the cliffside as he followed Xigfeldo to Pointer's Peak. The highest mountain top in their flock's territory. Not a lot of people went there, as there were no trees, few animals for hunting, and not a lot of things to do. The pair of them enjoyed the solitude and often found one another there. It gave them a good look over their territory and allowed them both to know where to go if they ever wanted to see each other.

No matter how fast Siranor pumped his wings, he wasn't quite as fast as Xigfeldo. Not only was the older drake slightly smaller and more streamlined due to his scales compared to Siranor's fur coat, Xigfeldo was also more experienced and knew how to better utilize every gust of wind and every light draft to his advantage.

Naturally, Xigfeldo reached the peak first, landing just below the snow cap and right on top of the plateau they had claimed as their own. He landed nimbly, did a few gentle hops, and ended up turning to face his trailing partner only to see that Siranor was coming in a bit too quickly.

Unable to adjust in time, Siranor landed heavily next to Xigfeldo, tackling him once more. The two of them tumbled over one another and nearly ended up falling over the side of the cliff that propped up their plateau, Siranor on top and Xigfeldo's head draped over the side.

"You may have won the race, but I won the battle!" Siranor joked.

"I didn't know we were fighting again." Xigfeldo pushed Siranor off him with his hind feet before rollng over and shaking off all the moss and debris. Much like before, when they first tussled.

In that brisk moment when Siranor was hoisted away, he got a good look between Xigfeldo's hind legs, showing the plump and moist slit that was darkened with fluids. This vision made him blush a bit, but it also made him want to pounce right back on. That was when he put it all together; the scent was Xigfeldo, the older drake's mating desires conjured. So, curious, he strutted over and stood tall, wanting to make a sly comment about it. But instead, he couldn't think of the words so he simply stood in place with one leg up against his chest like a statue. It was mildly awkward for both.

"Are you ill?" Xigfeldo joked, smacking Siranor's flank with his tail as he walked by. He could also smell a scent that was unlike his own. And, at the same time, he also was able to piece together why Siranor was acting a bit more affectionate and physical than usual. It was not hard to decipher that Siranor was joining Xigfeldo as one of the mature drakes in the flock, unable to control himself yet.

The pair of them were regularly intimate, but not in any way sexual. They would cuddle, they would touch one another and give wing massages, and they would often sleep together in the same den. In time, they had grown to feel like there was more to their companionship than sibling affection, but neither of them had thought much on it. Feelings were for females, as some might say. They didn't live in a flock that was strict about that sort of courtship, but they still had a hard time understanding how they felt about one another.

So, in an effort to show their mutual, platonic love, they had grown increasingly physical. Evolving their touch from casual caresses to more intense intimacy. This was, of course, normal for flock-mates. But they often took it a bit farther than that. Hence why they had a secret plateau high upon Pointer's Peak. A place they could cuddle and show their affection without having to explain themselves to anyone but each other.

The only problem was that now that Siranor was mature and blossoming into his own as a young drake and the next generation of the flock, Xigfeldo had to be a bit more cautious. But again, that was a problem because Xigfeldo was having an increasingly difficult time controlling himself. The seasonal hormones that guided his desires were pointing him at his flock mate moreso than the females. And now that Siranor showed the same signs of maturity, the scents were driving Xigfeldo's needs. Amplifying them. Confirming some of his curiosities along the way. He knew what he wanted and it was as clear as a summer's sky.

Which was why he found himself turning as the morning went on. The subtle tussle on the plateau high on Pointer's Peak got him in real close with Siranor, which made the scents they shared entwine and amplify. Both Xigfeldo and Siranor could smell each other and themselves, the cocktail of arousal triggering something deep within them.

"You know, Siranor, I've seen the way you've been looking at the females in our flock." He teased, giving the younger drake another playful tail smack.

Siranor froze in place, eyes wide as he gulped. "What do you mean?" He had also caught himself looking at the females, but he also was looking at the other males. And that was when he fully clued in to the scent that drove him wild. He assumed as much, being reasonably knowledgeable about the mating season but personally inexperienced, but didn't realize until Xigfeldo gave him the same look some of the females had prior to being hurried away by the elder dragons. It all made sense.

In an odd twist, Siranor turned his hindquarters towards Xigfeldo, tail up. He wasn't sure why he did that and immediately went to pull away only to have Xigfeldo lay one of his front talons on him.

"Well, well! I see you've matured by I didn't know you felt that way." He said, lightly curling his claws so that they slid through Siranor's svelte fur. "You may not have earned the right to mate with the females of the flock, but I am curious if you've yet found other ways to take care of yourself."

Siranor's fur stood on end, inflating himself in a way that he didn't know how to control. "What do you mean?" He went to pull away more, but found that he enjoyed the sensation of claws teasing his flesh through his fur too much to move. Instead, he just tensed up his lower back muscles, pushing against the touch and lifting his tail in the process. He wanted to see where this went but still lacked the brazen attitude needed to make a move so he reluctantly pulled away and hopped to the side, kicking the dirt and clawing at the rock of the plateau.

Likewise, Xigfeldo didn't quite have the gusto to make a move, either. He was more brazen than Siranor and definitely wanted to edge towards helping the younger drake out, but deep inside he felt the need to make sure Siranor made the first move. The year gap between them ensured that the only proper way to go about getting what he wanted was to be on the receiving end. Their respective reservations ensured that no moves were made. They were, at least at first, at a stand-still, unable to find the right opening to get what they both wanted.

Despite not wanting to push too hard regardless of his desires, Xigfeldo still leaned in, pressing his shoulder to Siranor's. "You know what I mean. It's the season, isn't it? All that pent-up desire and pressure with nowhere to relieve it? I bet it's quite uncomfortable." He swooped around Siranor, nuzzling as he went. "You know, last year during my first mating season, I had quite the rough time. So many others, all mating and making eggs together. But I wasn't yet eldest enough. Not high enough on the hierarchy to get that privilege. I learned quickly that there are other ways to satisfy oneself without the need of a female partner."

Siranor's heart fluttered and his knees grew weak. He had casually observed the prior year's courtship rituals from afar. Prior to having matured he understood the need for it but had little to no desire to participate. But now that he had blossomed, his desires were as rampant as any drake's without any of the experience needed to find ways to alleviate it. It was a dream to have this sort of talk from Xigfeldo, a dragon that Siranor had spent much of his time in the flock admiring.

Ever since the two flocks merged into one and they got closer, it was clear to both of them that their bond was greater than others. More than just two members of the same group. They gravitated towards each other, spent a lot of time together, and got to know each other in the years leading up to their maturity. That was why they were so casual about the way they frolicked and wrestled each other. In that time, Siranor had come to look up to Xigfeldo, seeing him as an inspiration and a role model.

Things had changed a bit the prior mating season, when Xigfeldo seemed more interested in females than in Siranor. They still spent a lot of time together, but it was noticeable just how distracted Xigfeldo had become. In the older drake's defense, the call of the courtship ritual was hard to deny, but it still felt bad. And on this day, as the pair of them teased and wrestled upon the plateau of Pointer's Peak with the rainbow of colours below them from the blue of the water to the red of the leaves, they once again bonded. With them both caught in the lashes of the mating season, they had nothing to hide.

Yet, despite that agreement of mutual desire, Siranor just couldn't bring himself to confess his feelings. Instead, he nipped at Xigfeldo and leapt off the plateau, giving chase to his mentor.

Xigfeldo huffed to himself and considered just waiting atop Pointer's Peak for Siranor's inevitable return, but he just couldn't keep himself away. The subtle hints Siranor gave compelled him to pursue, leaping off the plateau to quickly follow. His sleeker form and experience allowed him to catch up fairly quickly, tackling Siranor in midair.

They tumbled a bit before catching wind under their wings and parting ways. Again and again, they banked around, collided and tumbled, then kicked away from each other in order to gain more and more leverage over each other. Similar to an aerial mating dance but equally similar to dominance play, they tackled and wrestled a bit while in flight, biting and clawing each other without malice.

This sort of physicality was normal in their flock, but this felt different to them both. By combining the dance and combat elements of flight, neither could be fully certain if this was flirtation or drake play. At one point, Siranor's maw found its way onto Xigfeldo's tail base, drooling all over it and soaking his scales. Then once they parted, they flew around and then Xigfeldo did the same to Siranor. The following pair of impacts had them biting each other on the haunches, ending with them clamping down on each other while plummeting to the ground together, maw to hindquarters.

Again, they kicked off from each other just in time to miss being brushed by the tree tops, their wings spread and flapping hard to regain altitude high above the valley. In the distance they could both see other members of their flock emerging from the dens carved into the cliffs, so they began to descend, grinning at one another with a toothy smile.

While they were in the air, they had both managed to 'accidentally' nuzzle one another under the tail, getting inundated with each other's scent. It was played off by both of them as an incidental side effect of aerial wrestling, but both were curious about each other without having the brazen nerve to just ask if they wanted to experiment with each other. The perpetual nature of their incomplete intimacy grew and grew as their flight continued, mutually teasing one another with promises and desires.

In an effort to keep their frolicking away from the rest of the flock, they descended into an open glade not far from the pond that the waterfall landed within. The trees, a rainbow of green, yellow, orange, and red, were tall and wide enough to almost completely hide them from any onlookers above, while the morning sunlight was able to pierce the canopy and lance streaks of light through the foggy mist that enveloped that side of the valley near the waterfall.

And in that moment, Siranor got a sight that made his knees weak. The image of Xigfeldo, landing gracefully across the glade with his wings up and chest out, the morning sun reflecting off his moist scales and illuminating the glade from within was exactly the sort of view he'd fantasized about. He couldn't show his companion that, though. He had to stay strong, so he averted his eyes. But he was not as coy about it as he thought.

Xigfeldo saw this subtle bashfulness and deliberately posed, head held high and legs wide for a strong, sturdy stance. He flexed his muscles to show his exterior strength while holding his tail out, rigid and stiff. "You like what you see? Well, you know you can have it." He was still trying to be subtle, not directly inviting Siranor to indulge while giving the opportunity. Rather than wait for a response, he headed across the glade, trotting over to nip Siranor's haunches. "Well?"

Siranor leapt away, tail down. He didn't know how to respond to that. In his mind he was fearless and bold, eager and willing to speak his mind and give words to his desires. But the moment he was presented with an opportunity he didn't know what to say or how to react. So, like any inexperienced drake, he simply leapt back and nipped Xigfeldo in the exact same way but with more force, like he was trying to prove his dominance and strength.

"Hey, no need to get rough." Xigfeldo cautioned. He then bit right back, chomping down even harder than Siranor had. This led to them both leaping at each other, biting haunches and clawing flanks in a bid for power and dominance. Two drakes, each asserting themselves over the other until Xigfeldo finally got to the point where he felt compelled to duck under and away, nudge himself under Siranor, then flip the furred dragon over onto his side, pinning him there with one talon. "I win this round. So what are you going to do to thank me for my mercy?" His subtlety was waning.

Siranor just blinked. "Thank you? I don't-" He stopped mid-sentence as he came to understand what it was that Xigfeldo meant. But then just as he was about to roll onto his back and spread his hind legs, he got a sudden, overwhelming sensation of uncertainty and instead averted his gaze once more.

Xigfeldo remained straddling Siranor, standing tall and smiling down at his flock-mate. It was clear at this point that had the two of them kept dancing around it, nothing would happen. And as they flirted and frolicked and danced both in the air and in the glade, his needs were bubbling to the surface and he needed to do something about it. Not only that, but it was clear that Siranor was just as eager. So, with that in mind he remained in place, glaring down at the younger furred drake with a grin. "Is everything okay? Is there a reason you can't look at me? You can tell me, you know." It was a bit of a power play, but one that seemed to work.

Siranor, usually the playful and friendly dragon, covered up his face with one of his front talons, speaking through his claws. "Nothing wrong, no. I just don't know how to, you know-" He trailed off a bit, uncharacteristically meek compared to how he usually was.

"Don't know how to what?" Xigfeldo pressed, only now stepping away from Siranor to give him some room to find his comfort. He sniffed the air, acutely aware of the building scent of arousal that swirled between them; a scent he was familiar with. "You know, I could teach you a thing or two."

Unable to voice his thoughts, Siranor simply rolled over onto his back and swept his tail over to wrap around Xigfeldo's nearest ankle. While doing this, he did his best to avoid eye contact.

Sensing he may have gone a little too far, Xigfeldo pulled back a bit from his interrogation, instead leaning forward to nuzzle into Siranor, laying next to him on the glade's inner meadow. He nuzzled and nibbled at the fluff dragon's fur. "Sorry, I know this time of year can be rough. I was there last year, and it doesn't get easier. I'm still not senior enough to get a female this season, so all I have to offer is an open ear and advice. It's clear that you are struggling, wrestling with your needs. So tell me, have you found a way to relieve yourself of this pressure? That will be key to a successful season."

Siranor shook his head. "No. Not yet. I didn't even feel anything until very recently."

"What did you feel?" Xigfeldo kept nuzzling and preening Siranor's fur, non-sexually caressing him from head to haunches with teeth and claws to comfort him. It was a very familiar, compassionate act, not something meant to arouse. But it did. The affection did seem to effect Siranor, who's slit bulged a bit, his spade-shaped tip threatening to pop out. Xigfeldo did his best to ignore it. "You can tell me, it's fine. I might be able to help." He was deliberately vague.

"I don't know how to describe it. I just tingle a lot. Like the only way to get rid of an itch is to scratch it, the only way I can satisfy the sensation is to rub against things." As he spoke, his tail curled up, the underside of it brushing along the inside of both of Xigfeldo's thighs. "What do you suggest?"

By this point it was clear that they were both curious enough to make a move, but neither of them wanted to be first. Fortunately, Xigfeldo had just enough experience to know a clear sign from a shy flirtation, so he growled gently at his flock-mate and continued to preen and caress him, easing his way down his body until he got to his hindquarters. Normally this would be where the one getting the preening would roll over and lay on their back, but Siranor had found himself on his side, legs on top of one another. This meant that Xigfeldo had to nuzzle in between his thighs and use his snout to roll the younger drake onto his back. "If you want help, you have to accept help." He informed.

"Oh, sorry. I've not done this before. Especially not with another drake." He finished the roll and spread his legs, his slit pulsating and throbbing in anticipation, his tail flicking around and tickling Xigfeldo's underside as it did so. He was trying to be active, but had no idea how to do so without being awkward. All he could do was curl his toes and growl in delight as he looked up at Xigfeldo. "You don't mind, do you?" It was an odd question, but it was spoken with such demure that it made Siranor seem somewhat submissive.

This was cute to Xigfeldo, as Siranor acted submissive to nobody. Clearly the season had put him in a mood to subject himself to anything that Xigfeldo would do. And, since the older drake knew what he wanted, he wasted no time bringing his lips down near Siranor's slit, his hot draconic breath tickling the moist opening as he did so. It was time for him to make his move, but to give Siranor a chance to say no if he so desired.

On the contrary, Siranor didn't resist. Instead, his hips flexed a bit, arching his back and pushing his member to partially emerge from its depths, the spade-shaped tip nestled in the anterior crook of his slit. Part of him still wanted to look away, to maintain a semblance of modesty, but as he glanced down over his furred belly, the image of Xigfeldo crouched down with his lips tickling him from slit to inner thigh was enough on its own to make him shudder in anticipation.

The warmth of the breath, the tickle of touch brought on by Xigfeldo's lips, and the light prodding of the older drake's pointed muzzle kept him at attention, his stance slowly widening and his hips relaxing to further expose his loins to his flock-mate. He loved the sensations and just wanted them to go on forever; sadly, the more he felt his partner's lips on his loins, the more the tingling inside him built up and the more he twitched and squirmed in place.

Xigfeldo saw this and understood what was happening. Siranor was young and inexperienced, so their tryst would not last long. Knowing this, he wrapped both front legs around the younger drake's haunches from underneath and held him in place, burying his snout between his legs. He used his lips to part Siranor's slit and his snout tip to tease his emerging cock tip. At the same time, he opened his maw and let his tongue begin to explore, tasting Siranor's slit flesh both inside and out before slipping in deep, exploring his depths.

Siranor couldn't help but cover his face with his paws as the sensation of drake tongue invaded his loins. He turned away and closed his eyes, unable to confront what was happening. At least, that's how it started. Before long, his hips were bucking upward into Xigfeldo and his loins were throbbing.

This was when the older drake made his most intense move. He nuzzled deeply, and pushed his tongue as deep as it could to, swirling around Siranor's length while still buried deep within his lit. Then, as Xigfeldo forced his tongue as deep as it could go, he also began to tug and pulsate in waves, caressing the younger drake to completely decimate his self control.

With a churr and deeply guttural growl, Siranor bucked upwards, the pleasure in his loins bursting both internally and externally. He could feel his flesh throbbing and his member pulsating, shooting shot after shot of creamy mess all over his own belly and Xigfeldo's snout. A mess that Xigfeldo didn't bother trying to avoid.

In fact, he not only stayed in place as Siranor reached his climax, he also happily leaned into it, still nuzzling and stroking Siranor's cock inside his slit as more and more silken mess webbed up his muzzle. A mess that he soon cleaned after tugging his tongue out of the younger drake's depths.

Xigfeldo was sensual and gentle as he licked up the resulting climax, collecting as much of it as he could from Siranor's fur and his own muzzle. He knew he needed to be sensitive, given the tender nature of any drake's first time with another. With paws kneading Siranor's inner thighs, he used a pair of talons to peel back the younger drake's lips and expose more of his shaft, hungrily nuzzling once more to wrap his tongue around it and tug it fully from its confines.

But Siranor wasn't ready for that. While the post-climax clarity washed over him, he couldn't help but slip out from under Xigfeldo, rolling onto his belly and averting his gaze.

"Is everything okay?" Xigfeldo asked, head tilted to the side. "I hope I've not offended you. I did say you could come to me for help if you needed relief. I wanted to show you-"

"I'm fine." Siranor interrupted, his breaths growing ragged as he came to realize what had just happened. In the moment, he had lost himself to the sensations and found himself unable or unwilling to do anything but lay back and enjoy it. And enjoy it he did. The tingling was so intense it was still coursing through his loins as he flopped over a few meters away. "Better than fine!" He then laid on his back with all four feet up and tail swishing out behind him.

Xigfeldo got up on all fours and growled happily. "So would you be comfortable with me finishing? I'd love to taste a bit more, if that's okay with you."

"Not yet." Siranor declined. "Just give me a moment or two to relax." His hips twitched a bit, a gentle buck against nothing that kept his partially swollen member poking out but not fully exposed.

Knowing it was time to give a bit of space, Xigfeldo backed off and laid down nearby, sure to not invade Siranor's bubble. At least that's what he thought at first. After a moment, he leaned in and cuddled his flock-mate, nuzzling in as they shared some flank-to-flank contact. "It is something special, isn't it? One's first time with another."

Siranor could only nod, unable to conjure words. Mostly, he was lost in the personal satisfaction of having done such a thing with Xigfeldo, even if he was a little ashamed that he didn't realize he'd make such a mess so quickly. If nothing else, he wished he'd gave a bit of warning; sadly, he had no idea what it felt like prior to this and hadn't recognized the sensations that came directly before climax.

"You know, I've gotten the impression you've wanted to do this all season. Why didn't you ask? I know you knew what happens during courtship. You're no fool." Xigfeldo inquired, nuzzling Siranor's neck in the process. "You don't need to be shy around me of all drakes."

With an idle nod, Siranor was able to look up at his flock-mate. "I know, I just could not find the words. And I wasn't sure if you're be okay with it. Last season you barely spent time with me, you were always off flying with the females, eager to court them. I didn't think you'd be interested in a fellow drake such as me."

"Understandable." Xigfeldo smiled and glanced over towards the waterfall. "Not all drakes are comfortable with other drakes. But if you weren't sure, you could have asked."

"If that was the case, why didn't you ask? You're older than me, you have a season of experience ahead of me. If you could tell, why didn't you ask? I am sure I would have accepted if you, you know-" He blushed a bit and looked away, still not able to put words to his emotions.

Xigfeldo found this cute. "That's why, Siranor. Look at you, cute little drake can't even talk about it without blushing and acting bashful. I cannot push you into anything you are not comfortable with. You have to discover your own comfort zones. But now that we both know, will you open up to me? Will you share when you want or need some relief? I would be happy to help you any way I can. I said it and I mean it, but you must be willing to communicate your desires first. If you want something from me, you have to have the confidence to ask for it."

Siranor gulped. "I will do my best to keep that in mind."

"So would you like anything from me? I'd be happy to cater to you. Today is about you. You are a mature drake, I want you to have the confidence of one." He curled his tail up around and started rubbing the underside of it against Siranor's slit, the tip nearly probing into it.

But Siranor rolled over and closed his legs. "Not right now, no. I confess I do not feel like continuing right now." There was sadness in his voice. Remorse.

"I see." Xigfeldo said with a grin. "You climaxed, you are going to be exhausted for a little while. Exhausted and satisfied in ways that keep you from desiring more. At least for a little while. Every drake is different." He laughed, having easily identified the post-climax bliss that Siranor was clearly not prepared to handle.

"What is so funny?" Siranor asked, still somewhat bashful.

"You. You're cute." Xigfeldo explained. "In time you will come to appreciate the clarity that comes after you finish. That is why you need a partner there to be with you, if possible. That way you can share that moment. And I'm glad you were comfortable choosing to share that moment with me. And I hope you feel the same way."

A moment of silence passed them both as they paused to contemplate that. Eventually, Siranor smiled and purred, the lust in his loins building up again. "I do. There's nobody I'd rather share this with. In fact, now that my mind is clear once more, I can confess, I have wanted to approach you about this for a while, but I thought you only wanted to be with females. I did not want to push you away or make you feel like you owed me anything. I did not want to feel selfish."

"And I presume you didn't quite know or understand what it was that you felt, so you didn't know how to put a voice to your feelings."

"Exactly."

"Then that means we have an agreement?" Xigfeldo insisted, still sitting tall over Siranor. "Now that you know that I am comfortable with you, and I know you are comfortable with me, I insist you not hold back when we are alone. If you have needs, do not hesitate to ask me to help you with them. If you have desires, do not be afraid to approach me."

Siranor nodded, slowly widening his stance once more as his loins began to bubble up with desire again. "I had no desire to offend you, but now that I know that this does not offend you, I can freely ask. So I must ask, do you want to try again? Maybe this time I shall not make such a mess so quickly." He blushed and covered his face, somewhat embarrassed at what he'd done. Not so much at how quickly he'd done it, but at how he'd failed to warn his flock-mate.

Xigfeldo could only laugh. "That is not a problem. And yes, I would love to help you. All you have to do is ask. One thing you will learn as the mating season progresses is that communication is key. Nothing will happen and you will be miserable and frustrated if you fail to learn how to properly communicate your desires." He got up and stood over Siranor once again, straddling the larger, younger drake with all fours on either side of his torso. He curled his tail down to caress Siranor's slit, the tip probing in and threatening to pull his cock from its depths.

Unable to put words to his feelings, Siranor casually laid back and let Xigfeldo tease him with his tail. It wasn't what he wanted, and it wasn't what he expected, but that didn't mean it didn't feel nice. He couldn't help but use his tail to prop up his hindquarters, pushing up against the intrusion of Xigfeldo's tail. "Is this something you learned with the females?"

"No, I was not senior enough to court any females last season or this. But I did experiment on myself in an attempt to alleviate my personal needs. Perhaps you will find as much enjoyment in this as I did. Perhaps this will satisfy you as it had me." He continued to press his tail tip down, the fur tufts and scales dragging between Siranor's lips and along the underside of his slowly emerging shaft.

The sensations coaxed more bucks and idle twitches from the younger drake, who snarled a bit as he closed his eyes and pushed up, focusing on the physical attention. All he could say was, "Yes, sire." to affirm Xigfeldo's insistence. That was his default acceptance that he would communicate in the future. For now, all he wanted to do was relax and let the more experienced one take command. He knew that he was in for a treat and he wasn't going to delay any farther.

Plus, he had been granted just enough of a combination of lust-fueled confidence and self-assurance thanks to Xigfeldo's demeanor. There was little holding him back. So, when Xigfeldo once again returned with his snout between Siranor's legs, it took little time for the younger drake to feel that needful sensation well up within him once more.

This time Xigfeldo was far more confident in his motions and his actions. The first time he was hesitant, testing the waters to see if Siranor was uncomfortable or unwilling to make a move. This time there was no such caution. Instead, he just dove right in, burying his muzzle between Siranor's slit flesh, shaking his head to side to side and probing deep with his tongue to explore the depths and wrap around the cock, slowly pulling it out a bit at a time.

Siranor still wasn't quite fully comfortable yet, so his member remained mostly buried inside, leaving only his tip out to leak a steady stream of precum all over his belly. He was ready, but also not quite self-assured enough to allow himself to give in to the attention given to him by Xigfeldo. He did, however, feel himself coming close to another climax only to have his pleasure hit a plateau and not quite come to completion. Given he was still recovering from his brisk first round, he had just a little bit more stamina this time, even though his confidence was building.

Xigfeldo could sense this, so he stopped trying to use his maw to tug Siranor's length from its hiding place. Instead, he licked his lips and crawled over his partner so that his own member, now dripping with anticipation built up from both sessions, hovering over top of Siranor's slit. "Do you want to try something a bit more fun?" He asked, slowly lowering himself so that his tip was nearly touching Siranor's belly fur.

His response came not through verbal communication but by tensing up the base of his tail to hoist up his hind quarters, bringing his hips up to press against Xigfeldo's cock. The intention was good, but the aim was terrible. Siranor hadn't yet learned how to sense and adapt to his body's positioning compared to others, so he ended up getting stabbed in between his belly and hip, nowhere near his slit.

That was a positive enough answer for Xigfeldo, who had slightly better aim. He shifted and adjusted himself so that his tip found its way to rest between Siranor's lips, and only after a pause to wait for approval did he descend, slipping into Siranor, their loins touching belly to belly with Xigfeldo joining the younger drake's cock inside.

Siranor's eyes went wide as he felt the extra pressure of another cock nestling in next to his own. The sensation was unlike anything he'd ever experienced, yet it was neither foreign nor awkward. He loved it, even if there was a mild sense of discomfort at first. It felt wrong, yet so good regardless. His loins clearly hadn't been penetrated like that before, yet were capable of handing Xigfeldo's member without much difficulty. Of course, the combined lube and fluids of the pair of them helped.

Xig thought that perhaps he'd be the proper conduit for helping his flock-mate in learning the ways of pleasure, but much to his surprise it was his time to find himself at the mercy of a hair trigger. He hadn't gotten much more action that Siranor and had barely had time to explore himself all winter, so when the pair of them started flirting that morning his own excitement had been building, even against his personal expectations. And, despite having more experience using his tail and talons to pleasure himself, it wasn't the same as burying himself in the slit of another.

Much like Siranor, Xigfeldo barely got to thrust a handful of times before he felt the coursing pleasure of climax swirling in his loins before he burst, his own seed filling Siranor's slit, bursting out between them and soaking both fur and scales as he collapsed on his larger, younger partner. A slimy, gooey web of dragon seed glued them together as his member twitched and pumped more and more inside, the extra pressure and fluid motions of it all teasing Siranor even more.

In an interesting series of back-and-forth, now that Xigfeldo had satisfied himself, it was Siranor's turn to find the desire bubbling up within him. He'd come close to climax alongside the sensation of being seeded, but just as things were about to hit their peak, Xigfeldo stopped thrusting and started acting affectionate, nuzzling and nipping at Siranor's neck fluff.

Siranor wanted more. He was truly ready for a second round and his member was soaked with Xigfeldo's mess, his depths filled and the fur around his opening clammy with his partner's essence.

Once he was certain Xigfeldo was done for the time being, as indicated by the older silver drake's collapse upon him, Siranor used his hind legs to push Xigfeldo off him and push the older drake away, crawling out to all fours. "Hey, Xig, I don't suppose I could-" He stopped as he lifted his tail, exposing the mess that his partner had made to him.

"You could what?" Xigfeldo asked, slowly descending onto his belly, the small of his back dipped and his tail curled up over his back.

Unable to convey his desires in words, Siranor simply side-stepped around until he was behind Xigfeldo, his member slowly drooping out of its confines to drool a combination of his own fluids and his partner's seed in the grass beneath him. He laid a front talon on Xigfeldo's haunches and reared up to mount, waiting to see how this was received.

To his delight, Xigfeldo shifted on his hind legs and angled himself just right, exposing his slit to Siranor in a way that made it very easy to access.

Siranor gulped and his heart raced. This was really it. He had no obstacles to overcome aside from his own lack of confidence in the moment. His partner was willing, he was willing, and he was as excited as he'd ever been to get intimate with Xigfeldo. So with that in mind and an encouraging smile given to him by Xigfeldo, Siranor leaned in and bucked his hips, wildly stabbing his cock forward with all the confidence and accuracy of a virgin.

He was not able to easily find his mark. He tried leaning in closer and grinding only to feel his shaft and spade-shaped tip poking and smearing all over the underside of Xigfeldo's tail and lower belly. It was incredibly difficult to find the right angle, a complication that did result in Siranor losing some of his firmness to the frustration, but after a few moments of idle failure, his cock tip found its way to Xigfeldo's opening.

And like that, he used all his strength to lean in farther and press his hips to Xigfeldo's, burying as much as he could as quickly as he could to ensure he didn't accidentally slip out. The angle wasn't quite right, resulting in stabbing the older drake's walls, but fortunately both were pretty durable and the pressure adjusted the pair of them and Siranor found himself buried to the hilt in drake slit.

His eyes went wide and he snarled deeply, idly grinding and twitching, a cute attempt at shallow thrusts. The pleasure of warmth encompassing him was immense, the sort of coziness and heat that brought him to a second climax even quicker than his first. This was so much better than a tongue invading his loins and teasing his cock!

Siranor twitched and leaned over Xigfeldo, biting down on the smaller drake's neck to keep himself held in place, his member throbbing and pumping all the seed he had left in him into his partner. He whimpered a bit, the sound bubbling into a growl that left Xigfeldo's neck fluff moist and humid. His own tail flicked and twitched uncontrollably before he finally lost all composure and fell backwards, his member slipping out of Xigfeldo's slit with a subtle, juicy pop followed by the plap of fluids landing in he grass between them.

Before he could even compose himself, Siranor was met with the image of Xigfeldo's loins hovering over him as he laid on his back. Before he could wonder what was next, he felt Xigfeldo cleaning his cock with his tongue, so he did the same, each of them cleaning the other.

It didn't take long at all for both of them to realize that they really didn't want to be doing this. The post-climax clarity was robbing them of their desire to taste one another. Their relative lack of experience and even Xigfeldo's lack of confidence meant that both had an idle sense of shame bubbling up in the back of their minds.

At the same time, they both scuttled out away from each other and stood tall, trying to look like the more assertive and dominant of the two.

It was Xigfeldo who knew what came next. "I do believe it's time we cleaned ourselves in a more dignified manor." He glanced over at the nearby waterfall, pond, and creek. "Join me?"

Siranor nodded with dignified poise. "Indeed."

Without the need to exchange another word, the pair of them leapt away and found their way to the waterfall, where they started by cleaning themselves, allowing the water to wash away the scent of the other. But, as they got clean, both of them felt a little upset about the lack of scent that stuck to them. They liked the aroma of the other, and washing it away felt disrespectful.

So, while cleaning, they slowly sidled up next to each other to help the other clean where they couldn't get themselves, playfully nipping and wrestling in the water before contentedly locking eyes.

"Again tomorrow?" Xigfeldo suggested.

Siranor nodded. "Any time."

And with that, the pair of them shook off the water, let the sun get the rest of it, then leapt into the sky to rejoin the flock. Their tryst had concluded, but that was only their first encounter. As the pair of them grew, both within their flock and together, they would enjoy many more moments of intimacy.