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Touya’s tail scrapes noisily over the tatami. It flicks upward to hover above the floor and, in the process, clacks against a stack of brass coins. It hits the ground again, heavy. Touya hisses, curls his tail closer to himself, exhaling steam, and Keigo spreads his legs wider to accommodate the wiggling of his scarred-over hips as he falls between them. The deep purple burns of his scales tickle the insides of his thighs despite his excess of feathers, and he shivers, feels his hole drool down the curve of his own ass.
“Touya-dono,” he warbles, tucking his bangled wrists around Touya’s broad shoulders to pull them flush. His knuckles bump the smooth space between his mangled wings, folded tight to his back and unobtrusive in his half-transformed state. Keigo’s bracelets jingle, clatter against each other, solid gold and heavy like chains. His hole throbs at the thought, dick pulsing in its sheath, the head threatening to emerge from the petals of his opening. Touya’s belly is warm against him, soft like a human’s.
“You’re leaking,” Touya says, nose twitching against the underside of his jaw. He’s scenting him, testing to see if anyone touched him during the parts of court he couldn’t be there for. Keigo hums, chitters, tips his chin up so Touya can better access his throat. Smoke floats up in his periphery. Touya snuffles and snorts, opens his mouth to lay his teeth over Keigo’s pulsepoint with a snarl. He doesn’t bite down, laves his tongue through the quills of his feathers; Keigo sighs into nothing, vision growing hazy as Touya’s long, hooked thumbnail drags down the bare skin of his side. He slips a hand between his thighs to tease his slickened outer folds, letting his rings and the studded jewel in Touya’s belly button scrape the head of his cock as he coaxes it out. The talons of his other hand drag up the prominent notches of Touya’s spine, tracing shapes that match the motions of Touya’s tongue.
Touya, stripped down to his loins in the privacy of their inner chambers, rocks his erection into Keigo’s bottom. The head of his still-covered cock, cloths so dampened at the front that Keigo can feel it, bumps the downy underside of his tail feathers and nestles there. Keigo’s hooked feet draw up on the sheets, curl into a fist when Touya’s hand joins his at his cunt. Without pulling away to give himself room to work, he presses into Keigo’s hole knuckle-first and purrs, long and low and drawn-out like the rumble of a panther, jaw still stretched wide across the expanse of Keigo’s throat.
“Yes,” Keigo says, sighs. His cock is slick with his own fluids, fully emerged and hard between the split of his fingers. “My king,” he says, bringing his hand to Touya’s nape. He runs his thumb along the strained tendon that pulses behind his pointed ear. He nuzzles into Touya’s temple. “My lord, my master. No one else will have me.”
“You’re mine,” Touya says, gravely. He slips another knuckle in beside the first and spreads them wide. His cock is barbed, as all dragons’ are. Keigo’s feathers quiver. Touya sucks two into his mouth, swirls his split tongue around them until they’re sloppy with saliva.
“I’m yours,” Keigo affirms, breathless. His cock throbs, swelled, now, to full size outside of its sheath, the underside flat to Touya’s stomach. Touya’s own cock rests heavy and hot beneath him, dripping lubricating fluids into the mess of his tail feathers. His tail swishes, laid over the curve of the low mattress. The pouch of his belly is swollen with his eggs. “You’ll lay in me,” Keigo says, voice hitching, bringing Touya up with his grip on the back of his neck. Touya’s eyes are glossy and wild when he rests their foreheads together. Touya nudges another knuckle inside of him, and it burns just right. His hole dribbles in globs around the intrusion, not yet properly plugged. “Yes,” Keigo says again, gasped like a moan. His breath warbles out of him.
“You’ll take my eggs,” Touya says, like a command, even though it isn’t. Smoke, dark and gray, wafts from his nostrils when he exhales. His marriage amulet gleams as it follows the heave of his chest. Keigo’s hole squelches when he crooks his fingers up, and he gives a short, soft cry when Touya’s knuckles brush the sensitive vein of his cock. “You’ll hold them, as is your duty.” Touya’s fingers, damp and slimy with his arousal, come up to wrap around his feathered throat. He bares his teeth and squeezes, just once, then holds him down with solid weight. His cock throbs beneath his cheeks. Keigo clenches and draws in nothing but empty air. “You’ll bear my brood, Heika.”
“I will,” Keigo croaks, clicks, and pulls him into a kiss. Their teeth clack. Touya’s tongue curls around his own. He bites Touya’s lip when they break apart, licks along the sting, licks their mixed saliva back into his own mouth. Touya’s eyes shine, black around the iris. “I want to.”
Touya rumbles and kisses him again, all teeth and smoke and arousal-thick breaths. He tastes like ash and the blood of his tongue, and Keigo drinks what he gives him, starved. Touya’s tail swishes, comes up into the air just to drop heavily onto the tatami. It smacks the floor in bursts like the tapping of his feet; several stacks of brass and bracelets clatter to the ground, spill around the bed. His fingers retreat from around Keigo’s throat to fumble, instead, with his loins; he frees himself, takes his cock into his hand to smear slick up the awkward angle of the barbs. Thick, blue fluid drools from the head when Keigo tucks his chin to his chest to look. He hisses through his teeth and hikes his legs up, opens himself up for Touya to take. But Touya keeps touching himself, keeps dripping down the ridges of his own knuckles, so Keigo keeps touching himself, too, keeps his fingers moving around the length of his cock and hooks two more, talons and all, into his hole to show off the blooming red wetness that aches inside of him. Touya rumbles a deep, throaty moan above him, eyes pinching at the corners.
“You want me, Heika?” Touya asks him, pressing his thumb to the head of his cock to guide it down. It kisses the fluttering opening of his hole like a threat.
“All of you,” Keigo says, four-toed talons curling in the sheets. He warbles, eyes wide as he watches the head slip in, then back out. The fluid Touya leaks will numb him for the barbs, will stretch him properly for his knot so he can feed his eggs directly into his womb, cockhead at his cervix. Most of them won’t take, aren’t viable. Some of them will be. Keigo breathes shakily through his nose and holds one leg up by the hinge of his knee, fingers buried in his feathers.
“You want my eggs in your cunt?” Touya continues, squeezing the tip back through the ring of Keigo’s tight little hole. The head pops through with ease despite its size, thick with girth for his breeding cycle, and Keigo groans, low and tight with pleasure as he struggles to keep his eyes open. His sloppy hole clenches, cock leaking between his fingers and hole drooling onto his tail feathers, and Touya lets himself be sucked in another inch before sliding back out to pet the head through his folds.
“Yes,” Keigo says, wobbly. There’s a sob caught in his throat. His cunt tingles. His toes curl into a ball at the flat center of his foot. Touya takes the thin bone of his ankle in his fist and hooks his heel over his shoulder, bringing Keigo’s thigh to his chest. Keigo’s hip burns with the stretch and he moans again, louder. “Make me take it,” he warbles, working his cock with desperation. His fingers twist into Touya’s at his head. “Let me have you, Touya-dono.”
Touya moans above him, ruts his cock through Keigo’s wetness, rubs the head through the wrinkled lips that hide his hole. He’s so hot that the summer air feels cool when it ghosts inside of him. Touya enters him in a single thrust that squelches, and Keigo sprays wetness to the egg-heavy pouch of his belly with a loud, warbling cry. Touya is forced out with the force of his squirt and, though startled, is quick to fuck back into his heat. Keigo doesn’t squirt this time, but his cunt farts an ugly noise as Touya’s barbed cock replaces the air inside of him, which is far more horrible. Keigo chitters, tossing his head back as Touya begins to thrust, however limited his ability to pull out may be now that his knot has started to swell.
“Heika,” Touya moans, scales rippling against the underside of Keigo’s thigh. Keigo sobs, bringing his fingers to his face, already so overwhelmed he can do little else but hide from it. “Keigo,” Touya continues, “Heika, my eggs.”
Keigo keens, digging his talons into the smooth skin of Touya’s waist for something to hold onto. There are less than five scales beneath his palm, a loose one shimmering almost clear under his thumb. “Fill me,” Keigo tells him, broken up as the breath gets punched from his lungs with every thrust, Touya’s sharp-boned, scaled hips clapping against his ass. It echoes, despite the muffling of his feathers, the ceilings high and large to accommodate Touya’s hoard. Keigo can feel himself dripping around the plug of Touya’s cock. He clenches tight, squeezes like a fist, hole bullied open for the shape of his husband’s cock that first time they’d laid together, the night of their wedding, so many moons ago. “I want them,” he says, bouncing up the bed so hard he’s sure his amulet will bruise his sternum. He lays his hand at the headboard so he doesn’t brain himself on the wood. “I’ll have them,” he says, cock spurting a puddle onto the flat of his own belly. “My cunt, my womb.”
Keigo’s foot bounces over Touya’s shoulder. His anklet jingles, bangles clinking together. His rings clack the headboard rhythmically, and Touya fucks his cunt like he owns it, like it was made for him, like Keigo’s only birthright is to take his cock like a sleeve and grow their eggs inside himself, again and again and again. Keigo melts into the nest with a chittering purr, broken only by moans and gasps that get punched out of him by the cock bumping against his cervix. Touya lets his foot fall, hooks his knee into his elbow and leans in to bite at his lips, their amulets clacking together. His wings, torn and spotty from his accident, grow large enough to unfurl behind him. They mantle over Keigo, dark with scarring, framing the stubby horns that hide Touya’s curls. Burnt patches of skin and scale crumble into the nest. Touya takes his jaw and kisses him.
“Heika,” he says against his lips, soft with affection, rumbled and throaty like a purr. His hips falter as his knot swells to plug. His tail smacks the ground, once, twice, three times. Keigo pants on his tongue, dizzy, his cunt hot and tingling; he’ll be dripping blue for days. Warmth floods his stomach. The whole court will know he’s been bred, even if the eggs don’t take. He cums again, small and shuddering.
“Touya-dono,” Keigo says, pulling him into another kiss, and then another just because. His vision swims by the end of it, and his cock rests half-hard against the taut fullness of his belly. His hole buzzes, thrums like it’s alive, fluttering uselessly around Touya’s cock. It pulses inside of him, still hard and swelled. “Are you cumming?”
“Yes,” Touya tells him, tucking himself flush to Keigo’s chest. Keigo bites his lip. It stings like a bruise. If he focuses hard enough, he can feel, through the numbness and the tingles, when an egg squeezes through the pinhole opening of his womb.
“You’re filling me,” he says, breathless, bringing Touya up to his nose. The clear scales on Touya’s cheeks are tinged pink. His eyes pinch at the corners with delight, the same thing that flutters wildly in Keigo’s chest. “You’re laying your eggs in me,” he babbles. His cock dribbles weakly, slit pressed to the bottom of his navel. His hole squeezes tight enough to make Touya groan behind his teeth. “I’m taking your clutch.”
“You are,” Touya breathes, reverent. His fingers find Keigo’s dribbling cock, halfway shrunken into its sheath. He pinches, twists over the head, lets Keigo spill weakly into his hand and swallows his moans for him. His tail swishes, then comes into the bed to curl around the both of them.
Touya shudders through the release of another egg. They’re no bigger than the tip of his pinky, and his body lubricates the way enough to make the breeding pleasurable. Keigo pets a shaky hand up his tail, taking the bracelet slung over the barbs at the tip with a clicking noise to mimic the snap of his full-form beak. He tucks his fingers into a cone and lets Touya’s wiggle the band down his wrist and over his elbow with his tail until it rests snug around his bicep. It’s gold, with a line of three gems in the center; it doesn’t pull when Keigo flexes. His feathers ripple where they’re crushed beneath him.
“Thank you,” Keigo says, and kisses him. Touya gives him another egg. The pouch of his belly seems to soften. His knot loses a bit of thickness, barely enough to be noticeable. Touya kisses him back.