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"So, what's your favorite food? I'm starting to get the hang of this cooking thing." Stroking Gaige's horns gently and cradling his head to a muscular pec, Frank let him rest against his body, doting gaze fixed on him. The TV droned on in the background, playing through some animated show on Pawflix, but Gaige could only hear his heartbeat and the milder sound of his breathing.

"Chicken fajitas. Whenever I'd have a bad day at school, my nanny- y-you would fry some spicy fajitas with all the fixings and set it in front of me in a little sizzling cast-iron pan. It always made me feel so special." Relaxed and still full from the slightly burnt breakfast Frank served him in bed, Gaige clung to the older dragon's waist, using his chest as a pillow. His heart skipped a beat as he nearly revealed his deception, but he quickly calmed himself down by closing his eyes and focusing on Frank's scent.

"Hmm." Pulling out the phone that Gaige gave him, Frank stuck his tongue out of the side of his mouth, typing on the screen with careful fingers. "Wow, that's not spelled like I thought it was. Chicken, onions, peppers, seasoning, tortillas. Well, I know what we're having for dinner!" With a self-satisfied smile, he turned off the screen, stretching lazily and tilting Gaige's head, pressing a soft kiss to his nose.

"So, what do you want to do today, kiddo? We can't just lay around and touch each other. As fun as that sounds, my dick might fall off." With a teasing grin, he stroked down Gaige's back, his tongue slipping past the younger dragon's lips in a deep, lazy kiss that sent Gaige's brain into a hazy, love-drunk state.

"You make it hard to think about anything else, daddy." Sighing happily, Gaige straddled Frank's waist, wiggling his hips to rub his rump against the older dragon's slumbering manhood. Teasing sensitive nipples with his thumbs, he tried to entice Frank into breeding him, his dick lazily grinding against Frank's stomach.

"I'm serious. We'll get fat if all we do is sit around, fuck and eat." Despite his growing shaft showing his body's approval for Gaige's slutty plans, Frank spanked Gaige's cheeks, lifting him to extricate himself from the younger dragon's embrace. With his twitching shaft half-hard and drooping, he stood in front of the younger dragon, offering him a hand. "Maybe you can show me around? We can go hiking or camping, or something like that. Fathers and sons do that stuff a lot. It's in like every sitcom we've watched."

"You watched those? I had your dick in my mouth for most of it. I would have thought you had something more interesting to focus on." Accepting Frank's hand, Gaige pressed against the muscular dragon's front, his fingers playing with his emerald tail. Frank's embrace could quickly get addicting, but Gaige didn't care. He wanted every ounce of affection his new father could give, sexual or otherwise.

"I'll admit I wasn't very invested in the screen." Kissing Gaige's forehead with gentle lips, Frank led him toward the bedroom with a firm grip. "Seriously though, let's go do something interesting! Afterward, we can do whatever you want. I won't complain or nag you." Rump rolling with every step, he unconsciously teased the younger dragon, wearing away any protests with his body.

Swallowing a mouthful of drool and resisting the urge to grab Frank's ass, Gaige sighed. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to indulge his father's whims and explore the world. After all, he spent most of his life in a gilded cage before his parents passed away. Why should he keep himself behind bars now? He had a chance to do things differently.

"Alright. I think there's a hiking trail around here. We can stop by the camping supply store and get some stuff." Smacking Frank's rump on the way past and dug in nearby drawers to find some clothing. Admittedly, he hadn't thought through his wardrobe. He was so rushed to prepare the house and make it look lived in that he abandoned his sanity. Why did he buy so many pairs of buttless underwear, mesh shirts, and extra tight shorts? Did he think he'd spend every waking moment fucking Frank?

Turning toward Frank as the man stepped into a surprisingly practical outfit (Chosen entirely based on a Gym Bro fantasy of Gaige's.) Gaige admired Frank's jockstrap clad-ass, showing its lifted cheeks through a silky pair of basketball shorts. Highlighted by his tanktop, his pecs were just as impressive, spilling out of either side with hard nipples tenting the fabric.

"Yeah, okay. Camping sounds way better now. As long as you wear something like that." Feeling as though he'd get a nosebleed, Gaige gave Frank's choice of clothes a thumbs up, choosing an outfit from among his less fetish-driven clothes and sitting down to pull on a pair of shoes.

Grinning and posing with his muscles flexed, Frank kissed his bicep. "Good to know. I can get whatever I want by showing off. Next time I want something, I'll ask you while I wear something like this." Stepping into a pair of sandals, Frank looked at Gaige's tennis shoes. "Uh, don't I have a pair of those too? These seem a bit floppy for walking around in."

"We had a problem with the movers. Your collection of shoes was stolen and sold." Thinking quickly, Gaige added to the pile of lies. Yet another detail he missed. At this point, he was wondering if it would be easier to come clean. A glance at Frank's smiling face and good-natured shrug tamped down the knot in his throat. He couldn't ruin what they had.

"Well, that sucks. Hopefully, whoever did it at least needed the money. Oh! I should bring my phone. I think I saw a map app we can use on the trail!" Like an excited hatchling excited for a day trip, Frank padded off to the living room, leaving Gaige behind with only a puff of his scent and the memory of his rump disappearing through the door.

"You sure you're okay?" Frank took Gaige's bag, patting his back and wiping his brow of sweat. "This trail said it was for beginners. I can carry you if you're too tired to keep going." The older dragon seemed unbothered by the steep path's winding, carrying everything with ease and barely showing sweat on his emerald scales.

"Yeah. It's just been a while since we did anything this strenuous." A while meant never. Gaige's biological father used to say that exercise was for poor people and belittled him into more scholarly pursuits. Why did he think he could go from a sedentary lifestyle to being a rugged outdoorsman? Frank was so convincing that for a moment, Gaige forgot his limitations.

"We're almost at the trail's end. Here, have something to drink, and we can take it slow." Taking Gaige's hand and pressing a chilled thermos into it, Frank doubled back, supporting the younger dragon's panting form with one arm. Thankfully he was right, and they only had to walk for another five minutes before they reached a scenic view, looking out over the forest at the top of a cliff.

Sitting near the edge with a grateful groan, Gaige stretched his legs out, rubbing the cramped, knotted appendages and wringing the sweat from his shirt. "Sorry. You've done all the heavy lifting. I'm useless." Apologizing and wincing as he slipped off his shoes to let his aching feet breathe, his toes wiggling in the breeze, Gaige finally looked at their surroundings, entranced by the sunset in the distance.

Setting aside both packs and sitting next to Gaige, Frank looked off into the distance, the orange sunset reflected in his eyes. "You're not useless. You're different. Not everyone can be good at everything." Taking Gaige's paw in his own, Frank squeezed it, fingers intertwined. "It takes a lot of guts to do something you're not sure you'll enjoy, in my opinion."

Feeling his stomach fill with butterflies, Gaige leaned against Frank's side. The older dragon had a way with words despite his limited worldview. Gaige wondered how much of his personality was due to the machine's input. Was it something about his presence that brought out Frank's caring, wise fatherly side, or did he hit the jackpot with random variables in Frank's creation?

"Gaige? Can I ask you something? Please tell me the truth. I promise I won't be mad." Scratching his chin pensively and looking downward at his legs, the older dragon took on a sad expression. "Was I a good dad? There are no pictures of us together in our house or on my phone. You seemed so surprised when I did anything for you, and everything you said about our relationship was purely sexual. It feels like I treated you terribly before I lost my memory."

"I-" Shit. Gaige didn't even think about Frank's perception of their relationship. Of course, he would have noticed that something was wrong. Now the question was: Could he let Frank wonder? Or was it time to explain his origin and hope that the older dragon didn't hate him for it?

Fuck it. Gaige couldn't stand that look on Frank's face. It might implode their relationship, but he needed to tell the truth. "We don't have any pictures together because you're not my father. Not really. We're related, but not in that way. I paid to create you so that I could fulfill a fantasy I've had for as long as I can remember."

"So I'm not your dad?" Strangely Frank seemed unsurprised, his face showing nothing of his emotions. "That explains so much. I wondered how young I would have had to be to have a kid your age. I assumed I was fifty but just took care of myself. That and most of my wardrobe shows off my ass and chest. I hoped I wasn't THAT narcissistic."

"I didn't expect you to be this nice. I thought I was creating someone who would screw me into the floor and never ask questions." Wiping his eyes, Gaige realized this was probably for the best. Frank didn't need to stay with someone so selfish. He could have his own life without Gaige and make someone else the happiest man on Earth.

"It must have been hard to keep this secret for so long." Lifting Gaige onto his lap and wiping away tears with gentle thumbs, Frank softened his face, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against Gaige's. Slow stroking fingers caressed the younger dragon's back, quieting the sobs that threatened to bubble over. "I'm sorry you didn't think you could tell me."

"You're not angry? I lied to you about your whole life. I tried to trick you into being a living sex toy for the rest of your life." Searching Frank's eyes for the manipulation he was so used to in social situations, Gaige found nothing. Was Frank okay with this?

"How could I be angry? I wouldn't exist if you didn't create me. The reason matters as much as why your parents created you. Besides, you did a surprisingly great job. Thanks for not giving me a huge wobbling ass, a huge nose, or something." Embracing Gaige and cradling his face against one muscled shoulder, Frank squeezed him tightly, stroking from the nape of his neck to the base of his tail.

Sobbing gratefully at Frank's acceptance, Gaige clung to him, tears dripping down to soak the older man's clothes and his aching body forgotten for the moment. It felt like a weight lifted from his shoulders. Left behind was a floating, warm feeling radiating through his body. Was this love? Actual, real love? Not the manipulative guilt-fest his family piled on him as a child? An erection rose unbidden, and he felt an intense need for the older dragon's touch, but at the same time, he was unwilling to break their embrace, worried he'd wake up from the dream his life had become.

"Maybe I'm not your father, but I can still be your daddy. But only if you promise never to lie to me again. In return, maybe I can fulfill some of those fantasies, as long as you don't expect me to act like a dominant asshole at all times." Murmuring in Gaige's ear, Frank brought his awakening cock to bear, grinding it against Gaige's tented shorts. Tugging the younger dragon's shorts to his ankles and slipping between his legs, Frank freed his manhood, slotting it against Gaige's entrance and stuffing the head past Gaige's clenching muscles.

"Yes, daddy." Too overwhelmed by an intense need for intimacy to say anything else, Gaige wrapped his legs around Frank's waist, his cock so hard it almost hurt. Welcoming Frank's shaft as if created for it, he squirmed, his hungry gaze staring at the remaining length. Every inch belonged inside of him, and he wouldn't be happy until he accepted all of it.

"That's it. Open up for me, baby. You wanted a dominating daddy, didn't you? Why don't I fulfill that fantasy?" Doting on Gaige with gentle kisses, Frank stuffed himself to the root with increasingly demanding thrusts, heavy balls slapping against the younger dragon's ass once he forced himself to the hilt. Rougher than the rocks below them, he pumped his hips, opening Gaige up until his hole softened completely, unwilling and unable to resist him.

There was something different in their mating. Something raw, primal, and intense. Gaige felt like he was in heat, and he could barely hold back whimpering moans, his voice growing high-pitched as Frank's teeth teased his neck. Jackhammering thrusts forced his back against the ground, but he could barely feel the dig of rocks against his scales, so focused on the radiating pleasure storming through his stomach-crushed cock.

Finishing without warning, Frank stuffed Gaige full of shotgun blasts of his love, melting the younger dragon into an oversensitive puddle. Wetter thrusts continued, growing faster and more desperate despite his climax, and Gaige realized that Frank wasn't stopping. Feral growls vibrated against his neck, and sharp teeth teased the sensitive scales.

"You want to know how much I love you? I'm going to fucking show you." Mashing his maw against Gaige's, the older dragon stuffed his tongue past moaning lips, his paws lowering to grip Gaige's hips and dragging him along the ground into every rough thrust. Dominating Gaige's tongue with his drooling, thick appendage, he whipped his cum into dripping foam, covering Gaige's rump in a sloppy coating.

Gaige didn't know how long Frank rutted him, his ass upturned and resting in a puddle cum-drenched mud. His stomach swollen to an almost pregnant bulge, he went limp, his only movement his lips eagerly suckling at Frank's throatfucking tongue. Sloppy thrusts pushed his ass into the muddy puddle, his cheeks coated in the slimy mixture, but he only whimpered for more, his overworked cock cumming dry in the sticky press of their stomachs.

"Nnngh. Is that enough for my slutty baby boy?" Hilting one final time, with sloppy, squelching spurts of cum drooling down his muddy balls and mixing with the mess below, Frank added a few squirts to the reservoir within the overstuffed dragon, his paws on either side of Gaige's head, keeping his bulk off of the stuffed dragon.

Cradling his stomach and trying desperately to keep Frank's cum inside him, Gaige gushed the dragon's seed, his hole trying desperately to close but yawning wide from their extended lovemaking. Nodding, he gave up, relaxing his legs and allowing Frank's cum to go where it wanted. Who knew Gaige could have the best of both worlds? A sweet, caring father and a dominant daddy to breed him until he passed out.