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A SandWing was darting behind buildings, sneaking through unlit alleyways, creeping past market stalls, and just all around looking suspicious. Any attempt he made to conceal himself just made it even more clear to all the residents of Sanctuary that he wasn't actually trying to hide anything, so they all ignored him.
The SandWing, of course, patted himself on the back once he had reached his destination.
Good job, me, he thought. Now, where's the back door?
He slowly crept around the small brick house, even though he knew full well there was nobody inside. He just thought it felt cooler if he treated it like he was actually in danger, rather than walking up to the door and entering like a normal person.
Eventually, he found the back entrance, nearly concealed by a small walled-off garden full of non-native vegetation.
"Wow," he muttered to himself. "He really is starting a garden. I thought he was just joking about that. Are human mating habits really that important that he would get annoyed enough at Peacemaker to one-up him at gardening?"
He looked around at the planter boxes and pots, and snorted. "Apparently so."
He crossed the garden, and opened the back door to the house. The second he did, a wave of cold air blew out at him from the dimly-lit hallway in front of him.
"Jeez, it's chilly in here," the SandWing murmured, his footsteps sounding throughout the empty residence as he shut the door behind him. He paused as it fully shut, before breathing a small flame to get his bearings.
He was in a dark hallway, with a door on either side, and a larger room seemingly at the end of it. First, he decided to enter the door on his left.
As he slowly pulled it open, he found a storage room, with supplies such as fruit seeds, a gardening hoe, and a bag of fertilizer. There was also a stone box in the corner, which he assumed was an icebox to keep food cool.
"Hm, nothing here," the SandWing noted, before shutting the door. Next, he walked forward to the large room at the end of the hall.
When he reached the threshold, he paused and looked out into the barren living space. As far as he could tell, there was only a couch, a small table in front of it, and a bookshelf on the opposite wall. Honestly, it was a bit depressing.
"I'm gonna have to help him with decorating after this; this is a travesty. The closet, I can understand. It's a closet. Nobody cares if it's pretty. But your living room? If anybody comes here, they're gonna judge him so hard, and for a soon-to-be-renowned scientist, that's not a good look."
The SandWing shook his head before turning his head back towards the last room. "I suppose that's the bedroom, then," he muttered. "I wonder what secrets a humanologist hides under their bed?"
He slowly pulled open the door, not out of apprehension or anything of the sort, but because the door was ever so slightly stuck to the wall and floor by ice.
"Okay, so that's why it's freezing in here," the SandWing remarked.
The room was icy blue (For obvious reasons), besides the bed and the dresser right next to it, which were beautifully constructed from light brown maple wood. The bed was only a feather mattress and a single sheet, plus two very soft pillows. The dresser had a small mirror, a painting of a large group of regally sat IceWings, and a kitchen knife.
The SandWing started out of fright, before noticing the knife was clean. Thank goodness, he thought. At least he's out of that phase. That's good.
The SandWing resumed his search, not finding any other obvious objects of interest, so he decided to get down and check under the bed.
As he did so, he suddenly noticed footsteps outside with his impressive hearing. Uh oh, he cursed in his mind, before reassuring himself.
It's probably nothing, people walk around all the time, it's not a big deal, plus it's too early for him to be back. There's no way it's him.
Reassured, he focused back on the dark area under the bed. The SandWing blew a small burst of fire, noticing a wooden box sitting near the headboard.
Oooh, goodies! He grinned as he pulled it out, reading the label on the top.
Bad Dragon.
Wasn't that a-
His thoughts were cut off by the sound of the door behind him opening.
The IceWing in the door frame paused, the combat knife in his hand held at the ready. The SandWing sat there, surprised, before saying, "Uh. Hi?"
"Whuh- huh?!? Qibli! What the fuck are you doing in my fucking house?!?" The IceWing shouted.
"Hey, I was just scouting it out! I wasn't gonna do anything, just checking on everything to make plans for later! Also, why are you here? You should be at work!" Qibli replied.
"First, I got off work twenty minutes ago. It's 15:20-ish, you dumbass. Secondly, what do you mean, 'scouting it out'?!? It's my house! Also, get out of my house!" The IceWing was fuming by now, and Qibli was starting to feel bad.
"Winter, it was just for your hatchingd-" Qibli stopped himself before he finished, before sighing and admitting, "Ugh, fine, it was for your hatchingday. We- the Jade Winglet- were gonna throw you a surprise party, and considering how you only ever go to two places on the regular, we figured we'd do it at your house. It wasn't anything malicious, I swear!" Qibli said.
"Then why were you poking around my room, sand-snorter? I don't know of any surprise parties that take place under my bed," he declared, glaring at Qibli before turning his focus to the box next to his bed. For whatever reason, the moment he saw it, he turned pale.
"W-where did you find that?" He asked, pointing at the box.
"Under your bed. Why?" Qibli asked in return. What made him so terrified? What was in the box?
Winter quickly composed himself, taking a deep breath, before darting in the grab the box. Luckily, Qibli had very fast reflexes, and managed to snatch it away from him.
"Nuh-uh-uh, if you want this back, you've gotta tell me what's in it," Qibli said, waving the box in front of Winter, who scowled, which contrasted well with the deep blue blush covering most of his face.
He looks rather cute when he's angry, Qibli admitted.
Winter harrumphed, before glaring at Qibli. "Nope. Give me the box, and then I'll tell you what's in it," he demanded.
"Oh really? So, then, hypothetically, if I opened it instead..." Qibli said, slowly peeling the lid off. "Then what might you d-"
He was instantly cut off by Winter darting in again to take it from him. Qibli responded by pulling it towards his chest, but that just left to Winter tackling him to the ground, leaving both of them a bit stunned.
"Oh wow," Qibli teased after he got his bearings back. "You reallllly don't want me to open this, huh?" He tightly gripped the edge of the lid, before flipping it open in a single motion! "Hah!" Qibli barked. "Your horrifying and dark secrets have been revealed!" Qibli grinned maniacally at Winter's mortified face, before glancing down at the box in his talons.
"Oh."
The box was absolutely filled with sex toys. From anal beads to a collar, it had everything, including a rubbery thing that was suspiciously shaped very similarly to a SandWing dick.
Uh oh.
Winter began to blush furiously, before snatching the box away from Qibli's stunned talons and shutting the lid.
The two drakes starred at each other, one brimming with fury, and the other with shame written all over his face. Eventually, however, one of them broke the silence.
"I didn't realize you were kinky like tha-" Qibli began, before Winter somehow blushed even harder and fumbled around for a moment, before throwing the only thing within distance- the box- directly at Qibli's head.
Qibli ducked, the box whizzing by his face, followed by a panicked Winter as he dived to catch it before it hit the ground. Qibli chuckled, before saying, "I guess you really didn't think that one through, huh?"
"NO I FUCKING DIDN'T," Winter practically shouted, startling Qibli for a moment, before he composed himself and felt a wicked grin cross his face.
"Quick question," Qibli asked. "What are those words you're saying? Is that Human or something?"
Winter, who was caught extremely off-guard, paused, opened his mouth as if to say something, paused again, and glared at Qibli. "Yes, they are Human curse words. They were designed to be insulting and vulgar, so I hope you took them that way." He glared even harder after that.
"Ouch," said Qibli. "My feelings."
"Don't care. Now get out of my house," Winter ordered.
"Hey, what did I do? All that happened was that I learned we both swing the same way," Qibli shrugged. "Oh well," he said, before turning to leave. "I suppose you just want me to go, without saying a single word, or letting you ask a single question."
Winter's blush had only intensified, before it reached a breaking point, and he spat out, "Fuckin', alright. Just- sit down on the bed," he commanded.
"Oh ho ho? It appears he has fallen for my trap," Qibli murmured, just loud enough for Winter to hear. "By now, the fool will never be able to resist my natural SandWing charm."
"Shut up," Winter barked.
Qibli raised his talons in defeat as he sat down on the bed, his tail swishing slightly and messing up the perfectly laid out sheet.
"So," he asked. "What do you wanna talk about?"
Winter glared at him for seemingly the hundredth time, although by now his violent blush had died down a bit. "We," he began, "are going to talk about a few things. Starting with: were you being honest when you said this was for my birthday?"
"Well duh, of course. Why else would I be in your house? I know I was raised in the Scorpion Den, but you could at least not assume such hurtful things about me," Qibli complained, gripping his chest at about where his heart would be.
"I don't know why else you would be in my house; that's why I asked," Winter retorted. By now, his blush had almost completely evaporated, leaving him glaring so intensely at Qibli that it was a surprise he hadn't burst into flames. "Secondly, why did you break into my house?!? In what world is that a good idea?"
Qibli paused, before shrugging. "This one?"
Winter facepalmed, before sighing and moving on. "And finally, what did you mean by-" Winter's blush came back in full force- "'I learned we both swing the same way'?"
"Oh, that one's easy," said Qibli. "I mean, it's pretty obvious you're bisexual. Like me!" He smiled. Winter grimaced back.
"Ugh, fine, yes, I am. Is that what you wanted to hear?" Winter retorted.
"Pretty much," Qibli agreed, before glancing down at the box Winter was holding. "Can I see it?"
"W-wha- Fucking no, you asshole! You do not get to look at my stuff!" Winter clutched the box closer to his chest, continuing to blush and glare, like he had been nearly the entire time.
"Oh come on," Qibli complained, making a 'gimme' motion with his claws. "I've already seen most of it; I just want to check for anything interesting for me and Moon."
"Nope, not happening," Winter shook his head, then paused. "Wait, for you and Moon? What do you mean?"
"Well, Moon and I use toys occasionally when we're 'having fun', so I figured you might have something interesting for us to try out," Qibli explained. "Unless, of course, you'd rather give me a demonstration of how to use them-" Winter's glare-blush combo came back in full force, so Qibli mimed zipping his mouth shut.
"Still no. And I'm not 'demonstrating' anything for you, either, sand-snorter," Winter raised his chin haughtily, likely to try to regain at least some of his self-esteem.
"Oh really?" Qibli learned in towards him, a strange smile crossing his face. "So why are you still holding the box? I'm sure that there are plenty of places to stash it, never mind the amount of times you've likely thought putting it away."
"What?" Winter was taken aback. That was... weird. He wasn't sure what had just happened. One moment, Qibli was his usual- yet annoying- self, then the next, he was a different dragon, and one that was rather... 'sensual', at that. "What did you- what just happened?"
"Oh, whatever do you mean?" Qibli asked, leaning in close enough that Winter could feel his breath flowing across his scales. "All I'm doing is asking why you haven't gotten rid of the box. Do you enjoy holding it, perhaps? No, of course not. Maybe you'd rather it be in your safe talons, and not laying on the floor somewhere, completely unattended and ripe for plunder? Mmm, maybe, but too unlikely. Or, possibly, you just want an excuse to..." He slid off the bed, bringing one of talons up to the side of Winter's face, caressing it gently.
"Ravish me?"
Winter's blood began flowing, first to his face, then... downwards. He shifted, both because he was slightly uncomfortable, and also because of the third party to enter his room uninvited.
The two drakes stared into each other's eyes for a moment, Qibli's gaze fully entrancing Winter, before the trance was broken by something poking Qibli in the leg.
Qibli almost jumped back, although for what reason Winter didn't know. Was he surprised? Shocked? Horrified?
Whatever emotion passed through that dragon's mind, it was out just as soon as it arrived, being replaced by something Winter could recognize anywhere.
Lust.
"My oh my," Qibli murmured. "Now what do we have here..."
Winter's breath hitched as Qibli brushed one of his claws against his throbbing tip. He nearly flinched a moment later as he looked down at his own erection.
In size, it dwarfed the average IceWing, although why that was, Winter was unsure. When he was younger, he was fairly certain it was more in line with standards for his age, but now...
It still wasn't very big.
In Winter's defense, a huge, blood-filled slab of meat hanging out of your body wouldn't really go well in a cold climate like the Ice Kingdom.
Winter moved his gaze up from his own cock, to that of his partner's.
Qibli, much like Winter, appeared to be much larger than the average for his species, although for SandWings that was a much bigger achievement. The average SandWing was twice the size of an average IceWing, after all.
All in all, Qibli's dick was about 1.5 times Winter's.
Not that big of a deal, Winter mentally shrugged. After all, I've already widened my self a bit with the-
His train of thought was soon derailed when a surge of pleasure shot up his spine. Focusing back on Qibli and what he was doing, Winter realized that Qibli had put both hands on his icy-blue meat stick, and was slowly rubbing it. Up and down, up and down, the rhythmic motions were sending shock after shock all the way through Winter's body. He soon collapsed backwards onto the floor, ending up with his back against the wall as Qibli jacked him off.
Hff, that's actually a bit strange, Winter thought to himself between caresses. Why do Humans call it "Jacking off"? Who's Jack? Hhh, did he invent masturbation or something? I wonder if-
Winter was once again distracted, although this time not entirely from pleasure. While he had been thinking, he was still watching Qibli jack him off (Gotta ask Porcupine about that, Winter mentally noted), which was why he was so surprised, even from such a little change in feeling.
Qibli had licked his dick.
Now, Winter was all for new experiences (Hell, he had a box full of them), and he had felt a lot of different sensations ever since he started his collection of toys, but for whatever reason, that simple act nearly pushed him over the edge. He slowly began thrusting into Qibli's palms, aching for more.
"Oooh, I see that got you all riled up," Qibli teased. "I wonder what you would do if I..."
Qibli took Winter's entire cock into his mouth.
Just from the slight increase in pressure, Winter burst, coating the back of Qibli's throat in white spunk, causing him to swallow like his life depended on it. With each swallow, the pressure on Winter increased ever so slightly, sending another rope shooting down Qibli's maw. This process continued for about another minute, until Winter had finally finished, and Qibli drank in his scent one more time before pulling off and taking a deep breath.
Winter just sat in the afterglow for a moment, reveling in the moment.
I just got my dick sucked by my best friend and I loved it, Winter thought humorously.
Wait a motherfucking minute.
Oh holy shit, that did just happen.
Fuck.