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The dragon sighed as he leaned into his chair, mindlessly scribbling notes into his book. He'd started the new semester only a few days ago, but it felt like months had gone by. The droning of the professor and the occasional answer from his other classmates didn't help matters as well. The eastern dragon grumbled, a free hand twirling a whisker. Oh well, at least the class was only an hour. It wasn't much in the grand scheme of things.

As the green furred dragon continued taking notes, he felt something vibrate in his pocket. Raising a brow, his eyes darted around the room. Due to his odd size, the dragon had situated himself in the back of the classroom to prevent anyone being unable to see. He normally had two people sitting to the side of him, but it seemed they were absent today. Silently reaching for his phone, the led was blinking bright blue.

A text? From who? Thunder thought, his muzzle forming a small scowl.

Anyone this early in the morning had to either be at work, sleeping, or possibly in class themselves. That didn't leave too many culprits. Unlocking his smart phone and switching it to silent, the dragon sifted through the messages until he found the new one, a familiar red face staring right back at him.

Damn it Raz, anyone but you...

He didn't dislike Razul in any sort of way, but in an environment where he actually had to stay focused and sit still for the next hour, this blessing seemed like a curse.

> What cha' doing~? :D

> At class, supposed to be paying attention. :p

Thunder rolled his eyes, closing his phone and resuming jotting down his notes. Not even a few minutes later, his phone light started blinking bright blue. His tail flicked in annoyance. Not like he could see it anyways.

> Aw come on, can't you leave and hang out with me? I'm bored to death here! D:

> As much as I would like to, I can't. Besides, this is my last class and I'm only here an hour. Surely you can handle an hour?

The pattern began once more. The next few minutes passed by with Razul constantly messaging the dragon in some effort to make him skip his class. It wasn't as if he wanted to be here and ignore a friend, but it was also the first week of class. He'd rather waste an absence over something like extra time on work, or being sick. Sadly, the possible perverted fun times with a red dragon weren't on the list. Thunder continued the denials until he received yet another message, making the dragon pinch his nose in annoyance. After opening it, he blinked rapidly, his cheeks beginning to flush pink. "Damnit Raz..." he muttered under his breath.

> Fine, if I can't convince you to come over here, guess I'll have to find some other ways to have fun with you. Besides, just look at this shirt! Kinda like it could break apart if I took a wrong breath~ can't even button up these pants!

Attached to the red drake's text message was a full body picture of the dragon standing, slowly unbuttoning an ill fitting buttoned shirt, those slabs of muscle threatening to split the buttons apart themselves. The eastern also noticed his arms stretching the short sleeves of that light blue shirt incredibly so, almost like they would rip with a single flex of those biceps. Below his waistline, he could see a pair of jeans with the zipper down, the makings of either a pair of underwear or something else visible bulging out of the open area.

Thunder blinked at the picture for what seemed like an eternity, taking in every aspect of it before something began to click in his mind about the drake's attire.

> Are those my clothes!? :I

>Yup! :3 And I'm gonna keep them on and keep sending pictures until you get over here. Oops, looks like a button popped off!

In the span of the time it took for the dragon to respond, he'd taken another picture and attached it to the next message, those massive pectorals exploding right out of his shirt, the fire drake grinning and holding two buttons with his free hand, another one gripping a pec. Thunder bit the bottom of his lip, squirming in his seat in his seat as he attempted to erase the image form his mind and focus back to his class. before long, he couldn't resist sending another message.

> You'll never get to me! D:<

> Suuure about that? Could be rubbing your face between these babies and start working your way down, inch by inch while I fondle that nice bod of yours...

The next message contained an image of Razul, shirt completely unbuttoned (a few of the buttons missing). The arm sleeves were ripped, the red biceps showing completely, along with those pecs in full view again. Under those slabs of muscle were the chiseled road of his abdomen were shown this time, pants still unzipped and showing that bulging package of his.

"Hngf..." Thunder bit his lip again in an attempt to keep himself quiet. The eastern dragon squirmed around in his seat again, adjusting the tenting bulge in his pants. Staring at the clock, he noticed there seemed to be 30 minutes left in the class. Maybe Raz gave up... His phone blinked again and Thunder quickly opened the new message. The content was left blank, simply nothing but another new image.

Thunder let out a heavy pant and attempted to disguise it with a cough.

The picture was Razul with his back turned, tail to the side. He was wearing nothing but a jockstrap, those glorious red cheeks in plain view and clearly showing them off. The drake had let his face slip into the picture as well, showing that he had a grin that plainly said "come and get me." Thunder looked at the clock again. It hadn't changed.

> ...I'll be there in 10 minutes. You are NOT getting away with this.

> o/