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Put a Cockring On It

"It was the second time I ever howled in my life." Miles had finished retelling the story of his second howl.

The conversation started from Alex's apartment, initially about the myth of dragons breathing fire and Alex's speculation on how modernity had degraded their ability to do so. He wasn't too pleased with it, thinking about all the possible tactical and practical applications he missed out on. One of them being not needing to pay for propane anymore if all he could do was breathe fire on two sticks.

Miles joked about needing two dicks to start something hot, and his partner commenting on how he was a natural at that. And that made Alex ponder on his nature as a wolf, and started asking about their habits. It eventually led to the retelling of his first howl, and consequently the second. And at that point a third person knew about Dexter's moment of sadness.

Back to reality, Alex lamented on that last point, "And he still goes to this very day?"

"Not exactly," his eyes stayed to the road. "Whenever it's convenient for him because it has been thirty years after all. And my dad's had enough experience to keep his mind off it."

"And I'm sure it's the same for you too, right?" Alex watched the roads and streets they passed by. Hard to tell from the rain pouring over their windshield and windows but these roads were familiar enough that they were close to the 'Sexy Studs'.

"Yeah. I used to be sentimental and somewhat overdramatic when I was younger. For a time I used to tell myself to think about my mom everyday, but after joining the army; it lessened." The car stopped at a red traffic light. "Last time I thought about her," Miles turned to Alex, the motion caught on the latter's peripheral. "I thought of bringing you to meet."

Alex's eyes welled up, clasped hands to his chest, "I would be honored, Miles." His tail wagged against the seat, and Miles reached out to hold those hands while the car was stopped.

"I want her to meet the most beautiful guy in the world after all." He smiled, further assuring his sentiments towards him. "I love you after all."

"And I love you too back, after all." Alex rested himself again as the car made a right turn. He watched the overhead orange lights skim by. Forwards, backwards, and one more left turn. It reminded him of a time when he hadn't met Miles, and dreamt of a day he'd be going home with a plus one on the bus. And it was the other way around since they were in a car, and from his home going to the strip club.

The alleyway that led to it was between two rundown buildings, an apartment and a store so old neither of them knew what it sold anymore. There were overhead bulbs on one side of the wall, apart at an orderly pace that led them the way there. They, however, were only implemented recently because of a harassment incident. Only hearsays, no names, and a relief for both of them to be in a car.

Alex warned, "I've got concealed firearms in here by the way. Glove compartment ceiling, and hidden compartment on the lower side of the door."

"Handguns?"

"Yep!" Alex vibrated with energy for a moment. "And in two paychecks I could buy a conversion kit for it."

"Are they that expensive?" Miles made a turn. The pink neon sign glew brighter, and they could see the trickle of rain falling down.

"Not really, saving up for our future too, hun."

"Hah, you're sweet." Miles parked the car on the side, next to several others and motorbikes too. He undid his seatbelt. "Did you ask that gun question because of what happened last month?"

"Mhm." Alex undid his own as well, and turned around to grab his backpack from the passenger seat.

"C'mon, we've faced terrorists. What's a ruffian gonna do?" Miles humored, doing the same and placing it on his lap. He peeked inside and made sure all his effects and gimmicks were in. And he zipped it up close, grabbing the umbrella from under his seat.

"Did you really just call them a ruffian?" Alex snorted, "And yeah, I'm worried you'd get hurt, o' great Halifax Reaper."

"I'll be fine, dear. Always got my knife on me." Miles leaned sideways towards his dragon and kissed him on the lips. And a standard of their kisses is that it turned into a make out session. Complete with their gentle hands rubbing each other's faces. He always found it more fascinating to touch scales, whether it was his partner or his best friend Joel. The benefit with the former, though, was that his paws would trace under his shirt and slide his finger along the ridges of his sides.

Alex moaned to it, tail scraping the leather seat again. "Can we do that when we're inside hun?"

"Only if you touch my abs too." He kissed his cheek once more before seating himself upright and opening the door. The rain was loud enough to warrant an umbrella, and Miles deployed his between the door and the frame before stepping out himself.

"Yes sir!" Alex jokingly answered, even though by technicality he was his superior. Despite that, however, Miles treated him with that honor instead. Opening the door for him and even holding his bag, but insisted on taking it instead. After all, how were they supposed to hold hands?

With the car locked, they made their way towards the bricked entrance. Neither Miles nor Alex spoke yet because they had the same idea in mind. It would be the first time they've gone to Sexy Studs as partners, whereas the former used it to indulge himself in kinks he was too ashamed to tell anyone; the latter used it as means to find someone, which he did.

Miles, in turn, shared his interests which Alex welcomed with open arms and an erection to boot. They exchanged glances at each other with the conclusion of their reflections, followed by an exchange of 'I love you's'. The rain was loud enough to deafen their words, but the bond they shared heard it loud and clear.

Three bouncers guarded the entrance, and this time had a metal detector operated by two more inside. All five of them would be from the beefier side of the animal kingdom; three rhinos at the front, an elephant and a lion operating on the device. They all wore sunglasses, and had crossed arms as they peered into the parking lot that had two more cars pull over from the alley.

As Miles and Alex stepped into the entrance's hanging roof, the former packing the umbrella, one of the rhinos pointed at a rack without even glancing at either of them. The wolf shook the droplets off, and formally stowed his umbrella before continuing on in.

The lion guard instructed them to hand their bags to the elephant, along with any other metal devices like phones, wallets, keys, cockrings, and chastity cages to name a few. He even brought up the fact that everyone else's safety matters more than their kinks. It was not kinkshaming.

Alex shot a worried look at Miles, guilty of sorts.

"Are you wearing a cockring right now?"

The dragon shook his head, chuckling, "Not yet."

Miles chuckled along as the couple handed their belongings and other metallic items to the elephant, who then gave it a thorough check.

Alex went through the metal detector first, Miles followed suit, without incident. The lion guard frisked them, patting down their legs, sides, and their backs for anything suspicious.

They went to fetch their bags but the elephant was very thorough, using his trunk to hold a flashlight as he checked every single detail of their belongings as well as the crevices and extra pockets. As annoying as it would seem to a normal customer, or anyone unenthused in the military life, they felt safer this way. Especially with Miles' experience back in Halifax, and how Alex had a bedside gun when he too was hospitalized in the same campaign.

Either way, there wasn't an issue that they couldn't handle. A sentiment they believed when they were alone, much better together. And when the elephant guard gave them back their bags, and a nod to the lion guard, he pointed them to the male's locker room that was guarded by a jaguar.

It couldn't be helped that the neon signs, velvet carpets, and the subtle pheromone air fresheners (infused with lime) were a stark contrast to these men in unmarked uniforms. Again, a benefit to how secured it all felt but sacrificed the thought of having to wind down. Miles and Alex didn't say anything about it as they went into the locker room. It too felt the effects of said security.

Normally people would be making lewd gestures, remarks, but everyone kept to themselves for the most part. Alex and Miles got to their lockers, besides each other, and started dressing up. They murmured between each other about their excitement towards the room they rented together. Which in itself was an arduous process. Bit of background checking had to be done, as well as ensuring that there were no sharp objects or hazardous chemicals present in the room. Luckily their evening didn't have either.

Like the last time where they met each other, both the wolf and dragon donned their cowboy outfits. Just as musky as before. Both with their brown cowboy hats, a neckerchief; red for Miles and yellow for Alex, and a harness strap on their upper bodies. Of course, what's a cowboy without their chaps and tasseled boots? With thongs covering up their bulging packages. The wolf with a green forest camo pattern, but the dragon was far more pronounced with gloss and glitter that sparkled under the locker's light.

"Damn hun, where can I get that?" Miles reached over and felt the rough fabric. A fun excuse to fondle his partner's large nuts.

Alex's tail wagged, a subtle moan escaped his lips as he thrusted his hips towards him. "Shop near my place. We should go there together." And he leaned in, licking the wolf's ear before whispering, "Maybe try some for you. There's a three-mirrored room there for your liking." He teased.

Miles gasped as he tented, another when Alex squeezed his girth. And he made him moan by circling his finger around the tip of his partner's own tent. He paced forward, their bulges side by side while their lips touched for a quick moment. And he mimicked his earlier motion, leaning forward with a whisper, "VIP room, now."

"Alright," Alex put on two bracelets, and held Miles' hand as the latter pocketed his access card inside his hat. Lastly the masks that covered their eyes and brows. Even though it covered so little of their overall bodies, it hid their identities extremely well. They held each other's hand and made their way into the Sexy Studs proper.

Safe to say that everything else inside still revolved around debauchery and lust. They entered the carpeted rooms under a gentle purple light, where in the first room were a series of strip pole performances. A gazelle had been tearing her undergarments for the felines who, ironically, wolf whistled at her. Not to mention the topless bulls serving by the bar.

There were guards moving about, but they were either in thongs, jockstraps, or bottomless except for cufflinks around their wrists and heels. Alex seemed to enjoy that last one as his tent throbbed and swayed when he saw a shark's bits dangling about. Even winked at him too.

"You think we could get him to a threesome?" Miles whispered.

"Please. I want you all to myself, stud." Alex spanks his rear, audible enough that a few patrons whistled in their direction as they advanced into the next set of rooms.

This one in particular was one of the refurbished areas; the dance floor. There was a goat dj guest who was banging some monkey chick while he played a sort of EDM over the speakers. Between them and the gawking couple was a glowing dance floor full of people dancing, fucking, and an odd combination of both.

Alex chuckled, recalling that it was on these floors he encountered the White Wolf of Wonderland. Nudging at him, "Remember hun?"

"I sure do," Miles' tail wagged at the thought. "Especially the part where you stared at me for half a minute."

"Hey now, I was trying to make sure it was you." Alex answered, blushing. "Plus you have beautiful eyes."

"Have you looked in a mirror lately?" Miles quipped back.

"Oh stop it you," Alex elbowed him.

But Miles didn't and continued teasing him with compliments. They came through the first narrow hallway with rooms on both sides. These were for the regulars; a simple room with a large bed, complimentary lube and condoms, and a menu of food and fornication devices. A few of these doors had windows on them, with curtains drawn out so that anyone who happened by could see on the inside. As enticing as it was, neither of them were fond of a stranger watching them go to town on each other. Without participating, that is.

Alex shared a time when he tried out a series of vibrators in one of these rooms. A vibrating cockring, a bullet strapped around his length, a magic wand, and a vibrator dildo up his ass. He said how it was an overwhelming yet fun experience, but he embraced Miles' arm and told him that their previous night here was the best hands down. Tails tied together to carry the weight of such a claim.

The next hallway was for the VIPs like themselves. Compared to the bland nature of the hallway, with its simple wall-corner lighting and whitewalls, these hallways were lined with potted plants of flowering cacti, Greek-like graffiti of orgies on the walls, floor of velvet carpeting, and the doors were interchanged according to the needs of the customer. One door was all glass, able to peek inside to see a series of jungle gyms and an ox hanging onto it while bound to leather and belts. Another resembled that of a prison door with moans instead of cackles inside.

Theirs would be at the end of the hall, a simple brown oakwood door. The theme of their room was tied to their outfits but with certain twists to try it out while keeping in line with the post-incident policies. Cowboys but without whips nor boot spurs, and a lot of wet things involved but not too much for it to be a hazard. That last part was on Miles, who opened the door with his keycard.

A tap, followed by a beep, and the tumbling of its locks. Miles twisted the knob and tilted the door open, invaded by a gentle Lavender scent. Sweet, almost as if they were in a garden. Except, upon unveiling the rest of the room, it was a garden that had the murals of a frontier town, with dark looming clouds on the horizon. Except for one side of the room, which was entirely composed of tall mirrors. Yet, before them, was a drainage system which stretched out almost as wide as the floors to compliment the more-than-normal sprinklers that were skillfully embedded into the ceiling.

"How much was all this?" Alex stepped in, amazed by the full presentation of a VIP room. He took in the scent, the artistry, and himself as he strutted towards the mirror and flexed his muscles. Though having a working drainage system in a bedroom was slightly unusual. But it was for good reason.

Miles stepped in and locked the door behind. He strutted around as well, but in one of those rare moments, to investigate his surroundings before appreciating himself. While his darling Alex looked sexy in that outfit with his bulge behind a glossy undergarment, he ensured that there were no outlets or open wires that could cause harm to them and their evening. Plus, their room was soundproofed to the point that his own howl at its fullest couldn't equate to a whisper outside. There were two sets of switches by the door, encased in rubber and plastic to negate any probable shock. First was meant for the sprinklers and it came in different intensities; from a drizzle, all the way to a downpour. The second was for the normal lights, and the mood lighting which had its dial beside the switch. He changed the mood lighting from his favorite dark red, to a gentle light blue, and even one referred to as 'Mexico vision' according to the switch. The latter was just a simple yellow hue, but it did give off the vibes of being a true cowboy.

Not forgetting what Alex asked, Miles said, "As much as a kitted handgun."

"Jeez, for one night?" Alex crossed his arms in disbelief. He looked around again to get a full scope of what thousands of CAD just for one night looked like. But it was the Halifax Reaper too, he was drowning in dosh.

"Discounted as well, cuz, y'know."

Alex let out a laugh, and embraced Miles. "My hero." He said half sarcastic and half sincere. The White Wolf of Wonderland loved the praise, but not being called a hero.

"Okay, no," Miles nuzzled his partner and kissed him on the nose. "Says the guy who used my nickname for him as his stripper name."

The realization struck Alex with an emotional bullet, compared to the likes of which he was shot back in Halifax. He was stunned, reeling for a moment when he remembered that that was what Miles called him. It stuck to him ever since, and remembering it now, some years later, made him blush a bright pink. "Right."

But Miles had picked up on understanding other people's moods and social cues, courtesy of Adrian and Joel, he slipped in a compliment to ease his partner's supposed shame. "I like it. It means you value my words." He said, sincerely with a low tone of voice. And he kissed him deeply as he pinned him against the mirror. A lie was something he would never tell him, and there was a tingle deep down, a fanboyish enthusiasm for the flattery of keeping the name. "Thank you," he said as their tongues parted with a saliva string in between.

And Alex stepped forward, kissing him once more. This time his arms wrapped around the wolf's pulling him closer with their cocks slipping out from the motion and frotting against each other. He certainly felt the heat coming from his furred partner, and he gladly exchanged it with a gentle hip thrust, grinding them together.

Miles let himself loose at that moment, eyes shut as the other sensations kicked in. Alex's all-too familiar musk, his throbbing dick leaking pre on top of his boyfriend's, and the subtle whines and moans he made as the dragon slowly took charge of their moment. His body shifted in a jerked move, and this time he was pinned against the mirror. Opening his eyes, he saw those gentle blue eyes, surrounded by the black mask, eager to do un-gentle things.

"Who's my good boy?" Alex hummed, his hands traced along the wolf's trembling sides.

Another moan escaped Miles' lips, another that was shut by a kiss. And he felt those strong dragon hands firmly squeeze his ass. Their kiss broke after, and Alex's snout was all over his neck with licks and pecks. He muttered, "I am."

"That's right." Alex got a long look of Miles' ruby eyes. Similar to that lustful look when they first met here. That want for each other was still very much present, more prevalent as the days went by. But with added love, and the joy that the other wouldn't leave or return to imagination once they were done. "I love you."

"I love you too, Alex."

The dragon got to work, kissing downward along Miles' white fur. From his neck, chest, a quick slip of the tongue on his nipple, and his chin bumped against the wolf's throbbing tool.

"Sorry..." Miles whimpered, steadying himself against the mirror. He glanced down, seeing those blue lustful eyes staring back at him. Alex licked his lips, his snout paralleled to his cock. Though his length was longer, the dragon had an innate ability to take all of it.

Alex leaned back, Miles anticipating to give him another fantastic blowjob of the week. Only for his partner to wonder in confusion when he took off one of his 'bracelets'. He heard his noise of wonder, a question that he brushed aside when he pulled down his forest thong, and slipped the cool metal too wide for his length, but enough for his balls to fit through as he got closer to the crotch.

Miles kept oozing pre, shaft twitching against the metal as it slid across. He let out pleasured hisses, a sudden gasp when his large nuts were caressed and moved as the material fit itself inside before resting around his private areas. "This feels nicer than I thought," he surmised. Tail wagging at the constant feeling of being wrapped down there. The cold material turned warm moments after,

Alex applied it to himself as well, all too familiar with the sensations to react similarly to his partner's. He didn't miss out on licking his wolf's tip as he did so, letting Miles feel a heightened sense of joy. It was salty, fleshy, and aromatic of sweat. A swish of his tail, his cock ring in place, he held Miles' chaps garter as he let his long shaft slide into his mouth.

And there it was for Miles, the tongue play that circled around the tip of his head. Knees trembled, bending themselves in a reaction as half of his shaft was enveloped in warmth and wet love. Alex let go of one side of his hips, and suddenly his own puppy makers were sought for. A warm hand sizing him up, feeling the curvature of his large white furred sac.

Alex leaned back, suckling as he did. And a nuzzle at its tip, he then said, "Saving yourself for tonight, are we?" Raised a cocky brow, impressed and intent with a few more teases. He admired the soldier in front of him, far more of a model than he ever could. Nonetheless, he would have to test his endurance.

"Mhm," Miles let out slow nods, his cock oozed and throbbed on. Alex's fingers slid across his nuts, and found themselves stroking him off instead, making him gasp. "Fuck..."

Alex returned to sucking him off, his hand retreating back to his partner's nuts as the rest of his length went down his throat. Miles above him let out a satisfied noise that coincided with his deep-throated schlong throbbing helplessly in his mouth. And he too moaned in satisfaction.

But he didn't stop there, this time his hand slid a finger along his partner's perineum, making the wolf stand on his toes for a moment before easing himself down. His fingertip now circled around Miles' rim, tight once more. The thought of it made his cock throb, and he slid his other hand down from his hips to those muscular calves behind the leather, and found itself stroking his own cock.

"Hun," Miles whimpered, his hands went upwards of his waist and rubbed all over his abs, sliding upwards to pinch and squeeze his own nipples. A louder and pleased voice escaped his lips, almost like a howl.

Alex made him pitch it higher, his finger slicked off of the fellatio he'd been giving him, now wriggled its way into Miles.

"Hun..." Miles steeled himself from cumming then and there. The cockring did its job well but Alex was simply better. His tail brushed the mirror behind him as he felt another finger enter, and behaved like Alex's shaft would. The wolf gripped himself as the ecstasy kept nudging him closer, but he would not relent.

Alex eased off Miles, leaving his sloppied cock hung out and twitching, and stood up to press the mirror just over his partner's shoulder. Bedroom eyes met, indicating that they should use the bed this time around. He blew him a kiss, wafted with his own musk.

Miles appreciated that, his own scent made him feel tingly inside leaving fur to stand. And Alex strutted away towards the bed, showing the part of him he could not have; that fine reptilian ass. He knew he had the bigger stick, but his partner was far better at using his own and he was the only one he could entrust his ass to.

"How about a little strip and cuddle before we move on to the next phase of this operation?" Alex stripped off his thong and tossed it to where he left Miles' pair.

"Yes, sir." Miles strutted over, shaking those hips as his partner rubbed himself at the sight. His own dick swung side to side, oozing pre out on his way to the bed.

Those lustful dragon eyes followed the motion of his partner's shaft, turning to his face when he got onto the bed. Alex laid himself down as Miles crawled over him, both their dicks frotting. He embraced, pulling him as they kissed each other again. Warm bodies against the other with their costumes that added to the experience. Closing his eyes, they envisioned themselves in the frontiers of an old west, where the subtle cold wind blew as dark clouds ventured closer to their supposed ranch.

Miles kissed along Alex's neck, listening to him squirm and giggle as he distributed his pecks all over. He rubbed their shafts for a moment, exhaling against his partner's snout whose hot breath he felt against his muzzle. And his body shifted lower, as did his head, until his own muzzle aligned with the dragon's shaft and tasted it too.

"Good boys get the bone." Alex teased. Miles snorted hot air at that remark, lowered eyes exchanging gazes knowing what followed. "Fetch."

Miles went down on him in one gulp, trying to emulate the same manner that Alex almost had him cum. Perhaps it was the more flexible dragon's tongue, but his was rougher and he felt his dick throb and twitch more, warranting a fine tune out of his partner's mouth.

"That's it," Alex huffed, tail wagging between his spread legs as Miles started bobbing his head up and down. His partner knew what he was doing, cupping those scaled nuts of his, while prodding about with his sensitive perineum. He reached over and took off his hat, then rubbed the top of his head with behind the ears that rewarded him with sloppier sucking. It was getting too hot for his head, taking all of this in, so he took off his own hat and neckerchief too.

With a quick motion, Miles' neckerchief had been undone too. Their clothing articles set aside on the bed, he had paused pleasuring his partner. Opted to cuddle with him for a moment. "Should we take our chaps off?"

"They stay on. The boots, no." Alex answered.

"Got it," Miles adjusted himself to untie his boots but Alex stopped him in a tight embrace, laying there in rest. Subtle touches on his nipples, while he slid his hands all around his partner's body, feeling that excited heartbeat.

After their moment, both lovers untied their boots and placed them together alongside their hats and neckerchief. Miles got off the bed and fetched their thongs, sniffing his partners and delighted himself in his scent.

Alex saw it stand at attention, and his vision blocked by the alternating shades of dark green, accompanied by its manly scent. He chuckled and rested it over the soles of Miles' boots. The next thong that went his way found itself caught with his quick hands, the wolf gave a small applause, and he placed it over his own boots after.

"Ready for the next phase, sir?" Miles asked.

Alex turned, smiling as his partner leaned beside the covered switches. "Make it rain, cowboy," he said in his manliest tone. Miles flicked the first switch, and the sprinklers started raining upon them. "A bit more, please."

"Yes, sir." Miles flicked on the second, and the drizzle turned to rain. Not as harsh as their training days, but enough to cool themselves off as they find themselves in heat. He went over, thin and trimmed fur soaking up and sliding down droplets, and some that dribbled along the base of his cock.

Alex's scales reflected the light, and the droplets would glint and glimmer as they ran down them, almost matching the thong he had set aside. And the room would be drenched too, the drains leading the water somewhere else.

"Safe to assume these cockrings don't rust, hun?" Miles went over the bed, laying lower beside his top.

The dragon took up position at the end of the bed, standing up as he towered over him. Hands gripped his wolf's heels. "Of course not." He found his eyes first, a sort-of prelude to consent. And when they did, shining from the bouncing lights of the sprinkler rain, he asked, "You ready, cowboy?"

"Yes, sir." Miles nodded, immediately followed by a sudden yanked motion that had his nuts feel the press of his dragon's cock. And his body followed up with tingles throughout as a wet hand stroked him off; the coated pre rubbed alongside the moisture made it far more sensitive.

And Alex felt the same way, frotting their shafts once more, oozing out more pre to rub against himself before he slid the tip down along his partner's base, over his nuts, and the tip kissing his asshole. With one last glance, which the wolf answered with a nod, he entered his inner perimeter.

Miles felt himself open up far more than personal sentiments, alongside his mouth that let out another, louder, pleasured howl. Feeling his partner's length and girth bury itself deep inside him, fingers sprawled over the wet fabric he rested on. Not his first rodeo, but it was always a new feeling that left him panting, and wanting it deeper.

The wolf surely wanted- needed it, feeling him tighten around his cock. Once his thighs smacked itself against his partner's rear, he licked his lips and stroked him off with one hand, while the other hung one of his legs over his shoulder. And moments after, with both calves resting on his shoulder, Alex continued with their exercise.

Miles had every nuance to go all out with his tonal instinct. He had done it before, a long howl that pitched depending on his partner's thrusts that moved along the motions of his body. He let out a pleasured screech as Alex slowly slid out, his fingers with a mind of its own twisting around his nipples. Deepening into a moa- a startled shout as Alex thrusted his length in one go.

That would be the dragon's last surprise as he lost himself in passionate motions; a rhythmic thrust of his scaled thighs smacking against a furry rear. Both lost themselves in the moment with eyes shut and heads tilted high as the pleasure from their lower regions ascended, sending them in a state of erotic euphoria.

Miles' body swayed like a wave to his partner's intensifying thrusts, covering his mouth as he squealed and panted. The constriction served to turn up his inner heat as a louder moan escaped when his libido reached a higher stage.

They were both soldiers, renowned for their stamina and endurance; Alex kept pounding into his lover for minutes on end while he himself, and Miles too, resisted the allures of a climax. After all, the couple knew with their gazes returned upon each other, they were only halfway through.

It turned into a game of seeing who could last longer than the other, where the winner would pay for the next dinner date. And Alex would employ one of many techniques that gave him an edge.

Alex slowed himself down, enough for Miles to take notice as the cold water settled on their hot bodies. He leaned forward, his own knees over the bed as his wolf's thighs and legs were pushed upward. Their muzzles bumped as he slid out. "I love you," he said to him while sliding back in.

Miles fell for that trap again, his hips wiggle side to side as he opened his mouth to reply, except it was superseded with his dragon's tongue. He was outmatched in their little game as his partner's cock would throb, twitch, and thrust depending on the tongue play. And a third opening had been exposed as fingers nudged, poked, and rubbed around his own meatstick.

He enjoyed teasing his partner like this, seeing which motion would make him go over the edge. There was a distinction between the pouring rain and the amount of pre being oozed out. Felt like it was almost a matter of time, but he knew Miles was more resilient. Always was. So he upped the ante, from stroking him off to fondling his nuts, while his thrusts were more impactful than fast.

A slow slide outward, leaving his insides twitching and almost begging for it back. And it would be answered with a hard and powerful momentum that kept nudging at his desire to climax. He resisted that and moaning as well.

Alex knew Miles well enough that he was about to climax, and he himself was not far off from it either. And he noted that having his partner climax was what got him off too during these very intimate moments. The conclusion of it started with a slow paced fucking, jerking off his shaft alongside.

Miles figured that it was all over too, and played along. But he stretched out his hand first, trying to get his partner to hold him for a moment.

Alex held it, fingers intertwined. "I love you, Miles."

"I love you too, Ahhh--" Alex buried his cock deep into him, followed by an increasing pace of his ass being slapped by his scaly thighs. "Ahhm close, hun!"

"That's right, hun," Alex quickened the pace. "Cum for me."

"I am!" Miles' inner heat had reached its peak, causing him to shoot his load of thick, copious amount of wolf's milk.

Alex felt him pulse, thrusting faster as he aimed its tip on himself. Miles' warm seed, paired with the motions of their hips made him shoot inside his partner too. "Cumming hun," he said. Every thrust was another splooge of his load.

Each stroke was another strand of his essence painting his partner, a white liquid that water could not easily wash away, and slid around it as it dribbled down. And it certainly did not cool the hot love juice that painted his insides.

Alex panted, still riding the climax as he leaned in and picked up his partner in an embrace as they kissed. Both their eyes closed, with their hearts beating fast, and the scent of their sex very apparent. With their moments turned to seconds, then half a minute later. Both their lustful climaxes began to subside, and he pulled out still spurting a few more drops which his seed mixed with his partner's white fur-compressed cheeks.

The cold water ran down through his fur again, or Miles could focus on it easier now that he was in the afterglow. What normally felt like an obstacle from their exercise, right now was a gentle cool that balanced out the tensed muscles. This was bliss. His partner was bliss. All that dragon cum in his ass was bliss. The rainwater had weakened after Alex had flicked the switch. He checked on their gear, water filled halfway through on their boots.

Alex noticed and tilted its leghole over the drain, and he did it for the other one, and the other pair after.

"Thanks." Miles could only tilt his head down, see his sprawled out self and the slight gaping hole on the mirror in front of him. "That was a fuck of all time."

He laid beside, turning to him. "So far, you mean." There was that smirk at the edge of his lips. A brim of confidence for their future together.

Miles reached over and embraced him, exhausted yet tight. The fatigue set in his nether regions, legs aching against the cool water, but Alex crossed with his to support them and wrapped himself more around too. "You're an amazing fucker."

"Both ways?" Alex nuzzled his muzzle.

"Both ways." Miles pecked back.

"How long do we have this room for?"

"About eighteen more hours, so we can sleep here if needed."

"Maybe we can sleep under the sheets?" Alex moved the soaking cover around. Water didn't absorb it at least, and dried in less than ten minutes at least.

"Sounds like a good idea." Miles mustered strength he could spare to move himself up and off the bed. In doing so, he felt the cum from earlier trickle down, making him blush and his cock twitch to life but not enough for round two.

Alex hopped off bed and they cleaned the sheets of water, made sure the pillows were clean of it, and that underneath the bed would be dry enough for them to sleep on. Miles also dimmed the room and wobbled his way onto the bed.

They faced one another with smiles, saying to each other "I love you," and "I love you too," as a response. Miles clung his arms over Alex's shoulder, the latter slung under and pulled him closer with fingers swirling around his abs. Both stayed up staring for what seemed like hours even though it was ten minutes, looking into each other's eyes. No words, no giggles. A simple acknowledgement that they were there for the other.

Miles would be the first to close his eyes slowly, trying to keep it up, but Alex insisted he should rest. And he was able to see his dragon rest before he committed to his own too. It didn't take long for the aches to fade, as did the noise and the scent.

Despite the dark depths of wherever he was, because it did not feel like Sexy Studs anymore. Rather a foxhole back in Halifax. One he had prior, like what Alex did too. But this time he had someone to hold onto. He couldn't see who it was but he certainly felt the scales, and sentimentally he felt they were the color blue too. It was warm, with a gentle heartbeat behind it. Murmurs surrounded him, words of aspiration and want, as well as doubt and worry. Rejoicing in companionship yet fearful of their mortality.

"I love you, Miles." Alex's voice drowned it all out. From the unknown, he emerged hugging him. Both of them were naked in a foxhole. Cuddled up, and more secure than they've ever been. Despite the lack of weapons, armor, or back-up.

Miles replied, "I love you too, Alex."

And the world around him shimmered except for himself and his partner. Their foxhole turned to their bed, the distant city a mirror. The river crossing of Halifax, a mural of a ranch with the harsh weather inbound. And the darkness above turned the ceiling of low-lit bulbs in between a sprinkler system.

Miles' body ached significantly less, enough for him to turn and lay on his back without muscle tensions, or worse, cramps. But he rested longer, staring at the ceiling as his eyes darted towards the faded light while wondering about the dream.

It certainly was what the heart wanted. He turned to Alex momentarily, admired his handsome and resting face. That feeling of relief as he recalled the moment he saved him. Sure he's met the civilians on that boat, and a few more from the hospital, but he had been the most impactful on all of them. And he didn't realize it at the hospital room, and half-guessed it in Sexy Studs before that island trip.

He sat up, concluding that he truly wanted the dragon beside him. Looking forward to a wholesome future with him, and should battle befall upon them or their home again, they would safeguard it and themselves together. His mind raced with such possibilities, and though he was no soothsayer, he always saw a victorious end with him in hand.

And his hands were intertwined together, fully committed, as he had seen in the mirror. It was different, all this. All the times he'd been in Sexy Stud and he never questioned himself. There would always be another him, goading and appreciating his physique, his skills. But it was a mere thought, and now, glancing at the dragon, there was a different voice that offered a more genuine and distinct opinion. This time, as well, he could feel it.

Miles got up wanting to try something out. Naked, he walked over to the mirror and admired his own body like he used to. Handsome, strong, and with a very big dick that throbbed as he ate up the eye candy in front of him. His inner voice spoke of compliments but its tone shifted between his and Alex's, and found the latter more enjoyable. Much so that he was hard again, and he started jerking off in front of the mirror.

He went over to the switch first and turned up the light in front of the mirror, almost like a spotlight and he was the focus of the room. Hips swayed left and right underneath the glow, his white fur glistening from what water was left still drying. And he spun, tail wagging as his dick bounced. Pre oozed and he continued jerking himself off.

Alex shifted on the bed, pausing Miles mid stroke. A reminder that he shouldn't be too loud with his moans or his steps. It would be during these moments he played a song, though he knew the beat by heart at least. A jazz song like he always did, matching his softer movements to the saxophone. His nuts bounced about with enough wolf seed for another generous load.

To be on the center stage with an audience of himself, the wolf always fancied the imagination. A room full of mirrors where he would always see himself, and thinking about it made him throb some more, but there was something else that lingered after such a thought.

It was something that Alex said earlier, a lingerie shop that had just that. Miles stopped and looked at the mirror again, imagining himself naked in such a room but with the dragon by his side with a new set of glossy thongs to try on. Maybe he'd have his nuts fondled, or stroke him off too. He smiled at the thought and resumed imagining his past again.

But the magic wasn't there anymore, and despite stroking, playing around his tip, or touching his nipples, his mind would go back to imagining Alex doing all those things to him. Especially with the cockring's glow under the light, and how it felt like a part of him now. One of the kinks he never got into, and he did because of him.

Miles turned to the side so that his partner would be in view of the mirror, and he liked that. Seeing him in his life, being with him, teasing him, loving him. He'd regained that lost vigor as he stroked himself once more.

There was a new twist to the self-praise he normally did. Miles would reach out to the mirror and connect with his reflection, referring to himself as such a sexy wolf but with Alex's voice. Then his fingers combed along his abs and could feel it was his dragon's instead. And the same fingers slid down and stroked himself with both hands, Miles panting under his breath.

The natural heat felt nice, akin to what they discussed earlier, how a dragon used to have this inner heat. He couldn't spit fire, yet he understood what they had and what he had given him too. This imagination of the exchange, moreso their fucking earlier, was something that he couldn't replicate with his reflections so easily. And it was certainly different from when he did it with Adrian and Joel.

Solely because Alex would be with him every step of the way. Every bullet, every touch, and every kiss. Miles would never ever have it any other way. These sentiments added to his enthusiasm, his cock twitched as if he was fucked earlier. The wolf turned around and admired his loose ass, imagining the intensity at which the dragon railed him.

His climax was close once more and he faced the mirror with his sleeping boyfriend in view. Normally folks like himself would be sensitive sleepers, but they were like logs in peacetime. He kept panting, light moans under his breath, but not as intense as a howl.

Miles exhaled a lot of hot air as that pressure of pleasure coursed through his body; from his shaft to his chest, and onto the top of his head and back down. He pointed his cock straight at the mirror, oozing the last bit of pre before he pointed it to himself.

"Good boy," with Alex's tone echoed in his mind, sending Miles down a bountiful climax.

He fired his spunk on himself, strands of his white essence mixing into his fur. "Fuck yeah I am," Miles whispered to himself as he thrusted into his hand, while the other massaged his abs mid-climax, disappearing into his white pelt.

When his climax had finished, Miles rubbed himself all over and took in all the musk of his latest and previous lewd encounter. The scent of the manly wolf was strong, but the dragon was not far off either. His reflection was still spot on, and he had caressed himself enough that no stain was visible, but he could see strands of fur bundled up but who could tell from afar.

Their night was almost over, and with Alex still asleep, he strutted around and experimented on poses that he'd seen in magazines and videos that he ought to try but never did. One was having one hand to his hips, with another pinching his chin as if he were in a thinking pose. He certainly thought about it but did not fit the manly vibe he went for.

Next would be the modest approach, tail went between his legs and covered himself with it while looking a tad bit embarrassed. Yet it did not reflect his desire to be out and proud of who he was, especially in private.

A few more poses that emphasized his muscles, trying to find inspiration. The last one was not directly related but was very powerful. He got onto one knee and looked upward, reaching out. And he blushed, shaking his head. Miles stood back up and looked over to Alex. Approaching him, he scoffed and told himself to not think too far ahead.

Miles bent over and kissed his cheek, whispering, "I will protect you with all my heart, and all my life Alex. I promise." After all, the future would be its own ordeal that was no match for them. "I love you." Miles said, joining beside him again with arms around the dragon's waist.

"I love you too," Alex replied groggily before going back to sleep. He turned around in his subconscious and scooted himself closer to the wolf.

Miles rested his cheek against his and closed his eyes, falling asleep once more.

Later...

"Let's just go through a drive thru." Alex fastened the belt around his waist before closing his fly up.

"Good idea. Don't want anyone getting a whiff of us." Miles closed up his bag.

"And you came first, so you're buying." Alex softly jabbed the wolf's shoulder, both of them chuckling.

"I know, deal's a deal." Miles closed up his bag. "Shower at your place?"

"Sure, together?"

"Deal."

They both walked out of the locker room alongside a plethora of other cum-scented individuals who did not look at each other after a night of debauchery. It was a general rule that everyone respected even though, Alex aside, a few others have given Miles an approving nod for his overall service.

There were different guards now, the rhinos replaced by boars, and the elephant by a rhino. Outside, a faint morning light crept its way around the drenched alley with a few puddles scattered about. Alex's car was spotted in raindrops. The neon sign behind them was dimmed out, while the cars in the parking lot switched on.

Alex had a new conversation started, "Did you ever think of showing this to Joel and..."

"Adrian?"

"Yeah?"

"I did but their own home was more than enough." Miles got into the driver's seat with Alex riding shotgun.

"They got a lot of toys?"

"Mhm," Alex ignited the car and lined up on the exit with a lot of cars moving out of the alleyway too. When they were on the main road, they made the opposite turns of when they went here last night. "Quality ones too, imported from the US."

"Like Naughty Lizard?"

"A lot of it too. They're collectors of it even."

"I guess we know where they put their money." Alex chuckled. "I love you."

Miles drove them into the freeway first, putting it on a gentle cruise before he replied, "I love you too." He smiled, turning to him for a moment and seeing his handsome dragon with the rising sun behind. Blue scales that rested over a gentle sun, a love that is free and proud.

They went on, homebound. A quick breakfast drive through a fast food joint, a very intimate shower, and the rest of the day spent in the best way possible: together.

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