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The Dragon Isles made Kalecgos feel…strange. He wasn’t born here and yet his heart made sure he understood it as what it should have always been. Home. Perhaps if what transpired after their arrival had not happened, he could have embraced that. Now they faced a threat to both this home and the possible future of all of Azeroth. Outside of that, he had the additional stress of leading the blue dragonflight, and the stress from the fact that many of them had decided to ignore the call home. He could only look with shame at the two blue eggs in the Ruby Life Pool and know it is through his failure that they are lacking more kin.
“Kalecgos!” Wrathion’s familiar voice called to him from nearby.
He broke out of his fretting to look at the handsome dragon as he approached with a genuine smile. He could not help but smile back sheepishly in response to such a warm greeting from an attractive man. It was far different from the darker, sadder looks Wrathion often tried to repress from surfacing. Before he could question it Wrathion raised two glasses…and a bottle of wine.
“Returning the favor? Did I truly look that solemn?” He half-joked to try and lessen the blow that he was so easy to read by his new friend.
“I..I was not aware I intruded on such a moment, actually. I was delightfully free and thought perhaps we could share drinks again.” Wrathion said honestly, looking a little surprised to hear of his mood.
He let out a chuckle, cheeks flushing slightly for reasons he was unwilling to look into before glancing around to find a private area for them. Spotting an alcove that seemed relatively free from any traffic he gave Wrathion a nod to follow him and led the way without glancing to see if the young dragon was doing so. As he settled into a spot carefully he startled as Wrathion flung himself forcefully down beside him, so close their thighs were touching. As he stared at Wrathion in alarm and received only a smile in response he began to think that the other may have already opened and started the wine before finding him. Wrathion poured them each a generous helping, far more generous then he was used to in a first glass, and handed him his. Clinking their glasses together the men sat in comfortable silence for a moment. Only a moment though, Wrathion seemed to be one that had trouble with allowing that to go on for too long.
“Are you attracted to me?” Wrathion asked so suddenly, with such bluntness, he instantly was choking on his wine. At the least Wrathion remained calm and patient as he tried to regain his breath.
“E-excuse me?” He finally managed to say.
“The way you pursued my attention at the wedding, and your kindness…I thought perhaps…” Briefly he thought Wrathion sounded unsure of himself. Perhaps even embarrassed. That thought was dashed when the younger dragon decided to double down and continue. “I am not used to dragon courting so I was not sure. I have only courted someone once before and it was a human. I know you mostly court humans too but…but you were raised with our kind and you really were so pushy for my attention–” Wrathion rambled. He was honestly too shocked to even respond properly to Wrathion, opening and closing his mouth like a fish as he tried to process…all of that.
“I am, of course, open to your attraction. You are as beautiful as they said you would be, and I find your intelligence and kindness a turn on if my previous attractions are anything to go by.” Wrathion just continued to ramble, the wine having done its job.
Kalec took a sip of his own wine before trying to find the words to answer him. He hadn’t thought about being attracted to Wrathion, honestly. Too much happened between the time of their first meeting. Yet as the idea was presented he couldn’t deny perhaps there had been truth to it. While he had truly felt empathy and care for the other dragon during their first meeting, looking back he could acknowledge parts of him were pleased with his appearance, his mannerism, his…heart. It had been so long since he last pursued someone, and it had gone so poorly, that he merely had squashed the part of him that could have recognized his interest.
“Wrathion I…I wasn’t trying to court you.” He began, quickly adding when he saw Wrathion deflate a bit, “But I…am interested in you. I mean, I don’t know if it is wise–” He began before he heard Wrathion drop his glass to the ground, a loud crack sounding out, and felt lips eagerly pressed against his own.
Wrathion kissed as intense and fast as he spoke. He felt the other press against his lips what felt like a hundred times in his mind, each time pressing harder or deeper. A long tongue snaked out to lick at his lips, surely tasting the wine that he still awkwardly held in his hand. He heard himself let out a startled, terribly aroused moan that shocked him out of the moment for a second. With his cheeks flushing he pulled back with a gasp before Wrathion’s tongue could properly enter his mouth.
“W-wait a moment Wrathion.” He pleaded.
“Oh. Apologies. Did you not want to?” Wrathion spoke so casually his head spun. He almost felt like a madman for stopping him. Was he?
“No I…I enjoyed that I just…uh…” What was his argument again? He felt kissed stupid. All he could focus on was what it would actually be like if he let Wrathion put that tongue in his mouth.
“I’m eager to explore you, so I must ask forgiveness for my eagerness. As you know humans have some differences from our visages. I’ve never kissed another dragon. Surely us both having such long tongues will make things…interesting.” He chuckled joyfully.
Well then. How would he even respond to that?
“Of course if you do not wish to, or are worried this is moving too fast, I can let you stew on your massive and debilitating attraction towards me. I do possess control of myself like a proper gentleman.” Wrathion spoke, tilting his head up a bit with pride. Kalecgos’ confirmation paired with his obvious enjoyment had clearly boosted his ego a bit.
He couldn’t even respond, merely dropped his own glass of now wasted wine and pulled the over-confident dragon back to his lips, reclining back a bit to let Wrathion crowd him properly into the corner like he liked.
This time when Wrathion’s tongue pressed against his lips he opened them. Instead of merely letting the other dragon ravish his mouth, his own tongue met Wrathion’s, tangling them together deliciously. Wrathion had been right, kissing each other was far different than kissing a human. Even the most determined human struggled to compete with their serpent-like tongues during a kiss, but he and Wrathion were so evenly matched it was beyond distracting. In that, they were so focused on wrapping them together, wonderfully pulling and tugging and pressing with divine pressure that it was almost alarming how badly he needed to breathe when they finally were able to separate.
“That was…” He panted out, in awe. Wrathion moved to his neck, nipping and sucking. His hands moved to squeeze at his hips before pulling them to fit more securely against his own. “Wrathion!” He startled, turning completely red at what he felt.
“Mm?” Wrathion prompted him lazily, too busy tasting whatever his mouth happened to brush against.
“We are still outside..!” He sputtered, glancing at the opening from where they were partially hidden.
“Yes. We are.” Wrathion responded, unbothered.
Okay. Guess that's resolved then.
Wrathion moved one hand down to untie his pants and he leaned his head back, closing his eyes and biting his lips as the younger dragon’s hand wrapped around his length, already fully erect much to his shame. Was he always this easy? …Best not to think about that.
“Mm..you are indeed shaped like me. Interesting. You’re so much bigger everywhere though aren’t you? Does being aspect affect your visage size as well?” Wrathion spoke conversationally even as he traced all the ridges, the lightly arrow shaped head, and the enlarged base, that separated them from the other men of Azeroth.
“Ooh uh..yeah it does a…little.” He panted, head spinning as he began to weakly thrust into Wrathion’s hand. He might be a bit more pent up than he previously thought.
“Something for me to look forward to!” Wrathion said excitedly before capturing his mouth again.
Pairing his tongue with his hand, Kalecgos could do little but fully submit to Wrathion’s desires. He spread his legs, hips nearly shaking as Wrathion maintained a good pace and firm grip even as precum continued to drip and slick his movement. He felt his pleasure beginning to mount, making their kiss sloppy as he practically panted into Wrathion’s mouth. As the other man pulled away, however, he would never admit that he let out a pathetic whimper, trying desperately to unite their mouths once more. He also would never admit he did it a second time when Wrathion stopped his hand as well.
“Yes yes I know, very cruel of me.” Wrathion soothed him, kissing his head as if he was instead dealing with a fussy whelp.
“Are you trying to torture me?” He huffed a bit impatiently making the other let out an amused chuckle at the attitude he had never witnessed before.
“I figured to refrain from making a mess, and for fun, you might prefer cumming in my mouth.” He smiled far too sweetly for such crass words.
“Yes. Please.” He spoke breathlessly, the second Wrathion had finished his sentence.
Wrathion pushed him to lay down in the area, despite his size making it a bit difficult, before lowering before him, taking his cock back in hand and stroking it a few times before opening his mouth and sucking the head.
“...!!” He let out a startled gasp at the sensation. Wrathion’s mouth was hot. Hotter than anything he had ever felt. He contemplated for a second if his own mouth was the same before deciding that it was most surely a black dragon benefit to have such a blessed heat.
“Kalecgos?” He heard Alexstrasza’s voice call from afar, clearly looking for him.
Wrathion paid it no heed, sinking further down on his length; Engulfing him in warmth so consuming he was too weak to try and stop it, to answer his queen. His hand reached down, tangling in Wrathion’s beautiful curls so he had something to hold onto as the other overwhelmed him with the bliss his skill inspired.
“Have you seen Kalecgos?” He heard her inquire, too close for comfort.
“He was with Wrathion a moment ago.” A drakonid answered diligently.
“Oh titans…Wrathion..!” He whispered, incredibly aroused and petrified at the idea being caught.
Wrathion bobbed his head, glancing up at him with a fire in his eyes that showed the other had no problem with what was transpiring. He felt Wrathion pull back slightly to wrap that tongue around him and he was finished. He had enough sense to bring the hand not in Wrathion’s hair to his mouth, muffling his cries of pleasure as he filled the other’s mouth. He began absently petting his hair as he came down from his peak, which Wrathion happily leaned into before nuzzling against his cock and…and he needed to stop that or they would not be able to escape this possible scandal in time.
At least Wrathion did seem to care a bit about their reputations as he began kindly tying his pants back into place before standing and straightening out his own clothing. Kalecgos was drawn to look at the front of his pants but Wrathion’s coat helpfully hid any proof of his excitement.
“Seems we will need to continue this conversation…later.” Wrathion chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief and desire. Desire he would need to deal with, just to be fair of course.
“Seems so.” He agreed weakly, trying to stand and avoid the glass and wine mess they created near their feet.
Wrathion gave him a nod before leaving first to avoid any suspicion about their actions. Kalecgos gave it a few minutes before exiting himself, smoothing his hair down and trying to get the red out of his cheeks.
“Kalecgos, there you are. Where were you?” Alexstraza was upon him the minute he was out in full view.
“What do you need?” He answered, avoiding her question as sweat formed on him.
She gave him a look as if trying to determine something before raising a brow and turning, beckoning him to follow her. He let out a small breath of relief. No more public touching, his heart can’t take it. Yet denying Wrathion…he felt that was somehow even worse.