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"So why aren't you here again?" Razul spoke from the computer.

Thunder looked at him from the screen. The two decided to go for a video call in lieu of actually meeting up for a lot of reasons. Most of them were on the green eastern's head due to school. Stuff had ramped up well into the few weeks he'd started which didn't leave much in the way of his social life. That also meant fooling around with Razul. The whiskered male was even in the middle of typing something at light speed as the red drake let out exaggerated groans from his side. Thunder rolled his eyes, glancing back at Razul with a snicker.

"Come on, help me deal with this. I miss talking to people and you're the only one awake at this hour." Thunder huffed, stretching his arms.

"Yeah, I know. I'd just rather prefer you here since I don't like video chats all that much." Raz grumbled in response, arms crossed.

He'd been sitting for the past few hours dressed in a tank top and basketball shorts that doubled as a pair of pjs. The clock on the monitor read eleven pm. The eastern yawned and resumed his typing. From the other side of the screen, Razul's eyes narrowed as he observed the dragon's face. While they were separated from the screens and distance, he could tell when the eastern was wearing himself down. A small frown crossed the drake's face.

"Why not get some sleep? Don't you have class tomorrow?" The drake asked.

Thunder let out something between a yes and a large yawn.

"Alright, you're going to bed. Save whatever you're doing." Razul's voice rung clear through the speakers, including the firmness it carried.

Thunder snorted and rolled his eyes in response and continued his typing. Even if he wanted to go to sleep -he really did- the coffee he had before the call along with the strewn cans of soda around his computer desk said otherwise. The eastern clacked the keys on his keyboard silently, Razul sporting a frown from his side.

Well, if he couldn't make him get off through being nice, it was time to resort to some underhanded tactics. The red drake disappeared from the view of the monitor for a few moments and fetched something. Thunder glanced around to the window for the webcam and saw that he wasn't there. he wondered what exactly the drake was up to, but the music blasting through from Razul's side made him all the more curious. The music continued playing as Razul returned with nothing on him except for the hem that showed he was wearing some boxer briefs. The webcam was angled, giving the dragon a much better view of the well muscled and thick dragon as he started to dance to the music with a sly grin on his face.

Thunder spared a glance to the view and the sounds of his typing audibly slowed down. The red drake carefully moved about, hands gripping an imaginary pole while he moved and swayed to the beat of All For You. It was a song that didn't match the mood, but the flirting was definitely in the air.

Thunder grumbled and shuffled around in his seat as Razul's routine, adjusting his tank top a bit as it felt a bit tighter. A low rumble emerged from the microphone as the red drake started to kick it up a slight notch. As he gripped the imaginary pole with one hand, he started squeezing and groping his own chest right in front of the camera. Thunder's face flushed pink for a few moments from the screen. He let out a cough, trying to ignore the stripping dragon in front of him, a loose groan rising up from Razul again. Thunder ceased his typing and let out a deep snort, a hand reaching down for his crotch. He pulled the waistband of his shorts...

"No touching until you go to bed." Razul said, his coy voice rang through the computer speakers.

Thunder's hand stopping right before he pulled back his boxers, leaving his hand in the nexus of his basketball shorts and his briefs. The red drake resumed his dancing and self groping, leaning back on the imaginary pole and adjusted the camera toward that generous package of his. The drake's bulge bounced and made itself known as Raz just pushed that boxer brief clad crotch right into the front of the camera before returning it to the same, delicious view from before.

"A-alright, I can deal with this..." Thunder told himself out loud. It was mostly so Razul could hear, but a pep talk was just as good.

It seemed the red drake took it as a challenge.

"Don't bother resisting, you and that attractive face of yours tell a lot more than you want. You wanna be over here, face deep in these hefty things~" Razul said through the microphone in a sultry tone.

Thunder sat in place as Razul's words invaded his head.

"Tongue slathering around my scales, making them glisten and shine as they flex before you work your way down toward my stomach and finally right at that bulge~" he accentuated the point by pushing that bulge right in front of the screen again before returning the view to his yellow scaled chest and making those mounds dance. Razul gave another thick grope of his chest, tongue lolling out a bit. Thunder hadn't even noticed that his own tongue was poking out of his muzzle and slightly panting like a dog. His hefty chest pressed against his tank top, nipples poking at the fabric as his boxer briefs felt much tighter than before. One side of his boxer briefs was doused with pre as that thick erection was forced up against his thigh, throbbing incessantly.

"How about being plowed roughly over the bed till the frame starts creaking, biting into your pillow while I'm right over you, huffing and grinding over the wide green back~" The red drake's voice began to drop in loudness as he leaned in the webcam and mic, leaving nothing but his face in view.

" "More, stuff me with more Raz, let those loads just fill me to the brim while you take those pecs for a ride, then start milking me dry~." "

Thunder was unable to form words that weren't incomprehensible moans or huffs as he took off his tank top, leaving his chiseled green torso out in open with a thin layer of sweat. His cheeks were still flush with pink, Razul's mouth still the only thing visible from the camera.

"Then I'm gonna get the vibrator and-"

Before Razul could finish, Thunder turned off his web cam, leaving Razul staring at the messenger box below. Thunder had written something in there.

"Alright, you win. Ass. <3."

Razul grinned and typed back.

"Duh. Sleep well, if you don't permanently have your hand stuck down your pants. <3"

Within a few seconds, there was another response from the eastern.

"ohhh no, I'm taking this out on you once I get a break. Be ready. >:3"

And with that, the eastern dragon signed off. Razul stared at the clock on the monitor with a laugh. He'd only lasted close to an hour, the dork. The red drake flopped on his bed. He was surprised the guy didn't point out he was up kind of late too. Eh, least he won.