"Come on, I'm sure it wouldn't be as bad as you're imagining it."

"Seeing as I am imagining it as the worst thing possible, that does not help."

Caldor sighed, leaning back in his chair. For a couple of days now he'd been trying to convince Idri to go meet some new people—with Caldor introducing him to hopefully avoid problems—but the dragon wasn't having any of it.

Cal wouldn't have tried to push so much if he couldn't see how much Idri wanted some more company, though. They were always together, which Cal definitely didn't mind, but then he'd also caught Idri longingly gazing out a window several times now. And he understood that longing—Caldor himself loved talking to a lot of people, and he was sure only having Cal to talk with would get annoying to Idri eventually. But the dragon was not budging.

"I do not look human enough to fool anyone," Idri said, his hands firmly clutching the book he had open in front of him. Cal was confident the dragon hadn't read a word in it so far, despite having brought it here a while ago. "And humans are distrustful of anything that doesn't look like them."

"You are talking to a human," Cal pointed out, raising an eyebrow at the dragon. He couldn't even manage to feel offended because he was mostly just amused. It seemed Idri had slowly started to let down his guard around him and had begun to share his opinions more freely, which was wonderful. Now if only he'd listen....

"Yes, but a strange human." Idri didn't smile, but there was a hint of fondness in his voice. Caldor grinned.

"How long has it been since you talked to a human?"

Idri scrunched up his face adorably as he thought about it. "Some years...." He paused, narrowing his eyes further. "Decades...."

Cal resisted his urge to grimace. He certainly hoped Idri hadn't been all alone for that long, the poor dragon. But that wasn't why he'd asked about it. "See? Maybe now we're different than you remember."

"That's highly unlikely," Idri replied, his tone suggesting that he was absolutely sure of it. "No species ever truly changes." Then he smiled a little. "Don't think I am passing judgments. Dragons are likely much more afraid of what they don't know than you. It's not your fault."

Was Idri talking about this in general terms, or was he once again subtly telling Caldor things about himself without making that clear? Cal didn't think knew enough about dragons to make a guess.

"How old are you, anyway?"

Idri stared Caldor straight in the eye as he replied as if watching for his reaction closely. "Over two centuries in human years, I believe."

Cal blinked, not sure what to do with this information. He certainly had a few questions now, though. Was that a lot or a little for a dragon? Were they immortal? And last but not least: should that have made him less interested in the dragon? Because it hadn't in the slightest, but Cal wasn't sure that was the normal, appropriate reaction.

"How old are you?" Idri asked, tilting his head to the side a bit curiously. Caldor tried not to blush, suddenly feeling very shy.

"Twenty-eight," he answered begrudgingly. It didn't sound like much in comparison to Idri, did it? In fact, it made it seem like nothing at all, if he were honest. He was proud of managing to stay alive this long with his line of work, given how early he'd started, but this did put a bit of a damper on it.

"And you don't have a mate?"

Caldor felt his cheeks heat up as he stared at Idri, too shocked to muster a reply. If using that word wasn't enough to throw Cal off, it was also a hugely personal question. Why had Idri said it like that, with so much surprise and doubt? It was making Cal feel self-conscious.

"Apologies, I didn't mean to upset you," Idri said before Caldor managed to pull himself together enough to reply. "I simply assumed all desirable humans formed couples by the time they were your age."

Caldor could have stopped to dissect every part of that sentence, but of course, the word he got stuck on was the objectively least important one. "Desirable?"

"I suppose I assumed this due to how many humans there are," Idri continued, not bothering to explain what he'd meant by desirable. Although, maybe not knowing if Idri was talking about his own opinion or the general opinion was a good thing.

"Well, all those humans are picky too," Caldor explained, chuckling, even though he didn't find this very funny when he thought about it for more than a second.

Why had he never been in a proper relationship with anyone? He hadn't had much time to think about it with his usually far too hectic life, but now, since he had nothing to do, thinking was unavoidable. He didn't like it.

"And finding someone you get along with most of the time is hard," Caldor added, feeling his heart grow heavy. This was not a good topic of discussion, even though he had been wanting to get an excuse to hint at things.

"I see," Idri replied, as he often seemed to. "I am not used to thinking this way."

"No?"

Idri shook his head. "Dragons don't tend to concern themselves with things like that. The point of finding a mate is to ensure new dragons are brought into the world."

That wasn't that great to hear as it didn't help his chances, but Cal wasn't losing hope just yet. He did feel like getting himself a drink already, though.

"Is yours...dead?"

Caldor grimaced, immediately regretting even asking as the answer was quite obvious. Idri lived alone, after all. But to his surprise, the dragon let out a short, small laugh, which was the first time Cal had heard that. He would be happy about that if it weren't a very strange reaction to a question like this.

"Ah, excuse me. I forget you don't know much about my kind," Idri said, his voice perfectly neutral, and yet his wings had sunk considerably. Clearly, whatever this was about, it bothered him. "Golden dragons are supposed to have green eyes. And as I'm sure you've noticed, one of mine isn't."

And that was the reason no dragon lady wanted Idri? That was stupid, and also absolutely ridiculous. Idri's eyes were gorgeous, and he wouldn't tolerate anyone saying otherwise.

Caldor was surprised at how strong his reaction was, but he did mean it.

Idri sighed, continuing. "It means that I am unfit to bring more dragons into my clan since they might inherit my flaw. And because no other member of my clan is still alive, the best I can do for it is to not die."

Silence hung between them for a moment, with Caldor having no idea what to say to that. He was angry about it, especially that Idri seemed to believe what he was saying, but even more than that, Cal was mostly preoccupied with trying to figure out when he'd gotten so protective of the dragon. It was a bit ridiculous, given that Idri was incomprehensibly more powerful than Caldor, but Cal wouldn't let that stop him.

"You know what?" Caldor said, making Idri frown. But he seemed curious and unbothered, so Caldor continued. "If you don't want to go outside and meet humans, we can at least try to give you a similar experience here."

Idri raised an eyebrow. "What do you suggest?"

"I think we could both use a drink." Caldor sure could. He would just have to make sure not to overdo it, or he might make some inappropriate comments that Idri might get angry with him over.

Idri immediately looked over at the water carafe that was off to the side on the table, but before Cal could explain that that wasn't what he'd meant, the dragon seemed to realize it himself as he blinked. "Oh, I see. You mean alcohol. I have never tried that."

Caldor couldn't say he was surprised by this, given that all Idri seemed to do was read, but it was still mindboggling to talk to someone who had never tried booze before.

For a second he hesitated, wondering if this was a good idea after all. Who knew how Idri would react to it? But then again, he was an ancient dragon. Cal would just make sure Idri didn't drink too much, and it would all be fine. Besides, Idri could use some loosening up. Keeping his guard up so much all the time must have been exhausting.

So the question that remained now was where to get the alcohol.

"You wouldn't happen to have a bottle or two here, eh?"

Idri narrowed his eyes in thought. "I am not certain. But there are cellars that I have never been to. Perhaps the humans who used to live here had left something behind."

Well, unless it was beer, that should still be drinkable. It was worth taking a look, seeing as Caldor wasn't very excited about the idea of walking all the way to a nearby village or town to steal something since he had no money on him. Idri had said he had gold, but asking Idri for some of it was about the last thing Cal wanted to do.

"Could you show me?"

Caldor was getting up before Idri even had the time to nod in response. He wasn't sure why, but he was really excited about this. Just the idea of introducing Idri to something new was enough to get Cal's heart racing it seemed. His more cynical side wanted to remind him he should get a hold of himself, but Caldor firmly ignored that. He didn't get excited like this often, and he was determined to enjoy it for however long it lasted.

Idri led him down the now-familiar staircase, but after a few turns and two corridors later, Caldor had no idea where they were regardless of spending several days here. It seemed as if the fort was bigger on the inside sometimes.

Idri grabbed a torch on the way as they went down a dark staircase. Cal was fairly certain this one finally led underground.

"So, how come there are no candles here?" Caldor asked as they reached the bottom of the stairs, only to find themselves in yet another corridor, this one noticeably cold, dark, and covered in dust. There was barely any decoration, aside from a couple of old, broken chandeliers, and the whole place smelled damp and musty.

Cal grimaced.

"Enchanting candles so they burn forever is not as easy a task as it may seem," Idri replied, walking down the corridor, apparently completely unbothered by the layer of dust and whatever else there was on the floor.

Cal stared at the dragon, shocked that he hadn't thought to question the ever-burning candles until now. He supposed he'd assumed that Idri just went around lighting them all the time. In hindsight, though, that didn't make sense since Idri tended to spend a lot of time near Caldor, so unless he did it while Cal was asleep, he wouldn't have had time for it.

And clearly, that wasn't the case. Though now Cal was pondering just how long Idri had spent enchanting those candles. There must have been hundreds of them all around the fort, and they all seemed to always be burning. But then he was hundreds of years old—that probably put a different perspective on life and what counted as wasting time.

Caldor winced as Idri pushed a door open, producing an ear-piercing creak, but ignoring that he immediately stuck his head in the now open room, running his eyes over the worn-looking shelves with a few bottles on them, hidden in shadows.

Walking in and grabbing one of the bottles, he grimaced at how thick the layer of dust on it. At least now he was sure it wasn't empty, given its weight in his hand, but he could barely see the liquid inside of it, even with Idri holding the torch closer to him so Cal could see better.

Wiping the dust off with his hand, he held the bottle up to the flame, finally able to see the amber color of the drink. So probably rum, then, given that it was the most popular hard drink to get in Redreach. But then, who knew how old this bottle was? Maybe times have changed.

He grabbed the cork on top, wrenching it out of the bottle with a loud pop, and sniffing it. The strong, immediately recognizable smell immediately hit his nose, confirming to him that this was indeed rum. Hopefully the fact that it smelled okay meant that it wasn't spoiled. Although, he doubted rum could even go bad. He'd once stolen a bottle of the stuff from a Redreach noblewoman, which had been supposedly sitting in her family's cellar for ninety years, and it had been fine. Actually, much more than fine.

"Well, I think starting with something lighter would be better, but if anything like that is left here somewhere, it's probably not drinkable anymore," Cal said, pushing the cork back in the bottle. "So, this will have to do."

Idri studied the bottle for a moment before backing away from the doorway so Caldor could leave. "I have my doubts about this being drinkable as well."

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Cal chuckled, grinning at Idri. That dry tone the dragon tended to use never failed to amuse him. "If you don't end up liking it, we can try something else."

"I am mostly concerned about having to use healing magic once we inevitably poison ourselves," Idri replied, eyeing the bottle again. But there was a spark of amusement in his eyes, somehow managing to make him look all the more stunning. Caldor forced himself to look away before he got ideas again.

"We'll be just fine, Idri. Trust me."

He had wanted to start walking back then, but Cal froze when he realized what he'd just said. He'd called Idriseth by the nickname he'd been calling him in his head. He hadn't done that before, mostly because he wasn't sure if Idri would appreciate it, and judging by the wide-eyed look the dragon was now giving him, Cal had been right to worry about it.

For a moment they both just stared at each other in silence, frozen, the only sound between them the crackling made by Idri's torch. But as soon as a small smile appeared on Idri's face, Caldor felt all the tension drain away, letting him breathe freely yet again.

"Very well," he said simply, his smile somehow softening further. Caldor felt his heart stutter at the sight of it. He, of course, wished Idri smiled as much as possible, but since he didn't do it much, the rare moments when it happened were all the more magical.

Caldor spent the whole way back running his eyes over Idri's wings, once again yearning to touch them. He knew the dragon would let him, as he'd done it already, but Cal couldn't see that gesture as just friendly, and so he wouldn't try to touch the wings until he knew for sure if Idri liked him the same way.

Cal tried not to sigh at that thought. Even though it seemed that Idri enjoyed Caldor's presence, that didn't mean anything in terms of romantic possibilities. And given that he was an ancient, magical dragon who he'd stolen from, Cal's chances were not very high. And he hadn't forgotten about that interesting little bit of information about dragon relationships either.

Caldor had expected Idri to lead him back to the library, but he walked to his bedroom instead. Cal would read into the suggestiveness of that, but he was now very aware this was simply the room where Idri liked to eat because he didn't want to risk ruining his books.

Why Idri just didn't eat in any of the other rooms that were all around them was a different question, and so was why he'd let Cal eat in the library, but Caldor hadn't asked about either. He had no idea about the latter question, but as for the first, Cal just assumed the dragon liked cozy rooms, and that he didn't even really know what to do with all that space. It certainly seemed that way, given how empty everything was once Cal looked beyond the rugs and furniture.

Cal sat down at the small table in the corner, putting the bottle of rum on it while Idri fetched glasses from the tall, heavy-looking cupboard that was up against the opposite wall.

It was still very strange to drink anything from a proper glass, much less one with a golden strip around the top, but it did make Cal feel like he was part of the higher class of society. He wasn't sure how he felt about that, though.

Once Idri came back with the glasses and set them on the table, Caldor proceeded to pour each of them some of the rum, immediately realizing that he probably could have given Idri a bit less than had given himself. But he wasn't going to pour it back in the bottle.

Cal tried to hide his grin as Idri narrowed his eyes at the glass as he lifted it, sniffing it, and then narrowing his eyes further, his wings drawing in protectively. Who would have thought a dragon would be so adorable? Cal couldn't help but wonder if Idri made similar gestures in his true form.

"Now, make sure to...." Caldor trailed off, his eyes widening as he watched Idri down the whole glass in one go. The dragon blinked, looking down at the glass with an oddly blank expression. "...drink it slowly."

"I feel odd," Idri finally said after a few seconds, nodding to himself as if to congratulate himself on figuring that out. Caldor would have to give him credit for still being able to form sentences. If he had drunk that much this fast, he certainly wouldn't have managed it.

"But I like it. It tastes good," Idri said, smiling in a much more relaxed, easygoing way than before. Though his eyes were ever so slightly glazed over now, there was excitement dancing in them, and while it was nice to see him this way, Caldor was still concerned. That had been a lot of rum.

Idri was now looking at him expectantly, moving his glass closer to him after a moment when Caldor didn't do anything.

"No more rum for you for now," Cal said firmly, shaking his head. He felt like he was scolding an unruly child. "You weren't supposed to drink it like that."

Idri's wings slumped as he full-on pouted. Gods, Cal was not ready to try and withstand this. He immediately felt his resolve slipping.

Sighing, he gulped down some of his own, pleasantly cool rum, the familiar burn in his throat helping him calm down a little. He just had to make sure he wouldn't get too relaxed.

"I think I understand why humans drink this now," Idri commented as he played with his glass, his words a bit less steady compared to how he usually spoke as he looked around the room. "I wish to write the experience down, but I can't seem to remember where I left my journal."

"You keep a journal?" Caldor couldn't help but ask. He had seen Idri writing, but it somehow never occurred to him that that might have been what he had been writing about. Not like there was any way for Cal to verify this, seeing as he couldn't read.

"Of course," Idri smiled, stopping his search to look at Cal. "I don't have very good memory. But I had little to write about before you arrived. Now every day takes up several pages."

Cal felt his cheeks heating up, and it was definitely not because of the alcohol, while Idri blinked a few times, looking a bit unfocused. Clearly, the rum was hard at work.

"I seem to have trouble not saying what I am thinking," he said, frowning down at the rum bottle. "Is this laced with some kind of truth elixir?"

Caldor sniggered, taking another sip of his rum. "It's just what booze does. It makes you less afraid of saying and doing things, I guess."

Oh goodie, his already lacking eloquence was going. This was a strong kind of rum, it seemed.

"But I am still afraid," Idri said, a confused grimace on his face. "I simply don't seem to care as much."

Caldor leaned closer, frowning in concern. "What are you afraid of? You're a dragon."

"I...." Idri sighed heavily, drawing his wings around himself like a blanket. "I am afraid of you leaving."

Caldor blinked, his eyebrows flying up. That was about the last thing he'd expected to hear. "Huh?"

"It is strange," he said, his voice somber and ever so slightly slurred. He stared down into his empty glass, sniffing. "I have been alone for so long since I lost my family, but I am okay with it. Well, I was. And then you appeared, and now all I can think about is how sad I will be when you leave."

"Well, then I won't leave," Cal said immediately. And he meant it. He knew making a promise like that was easy only because he was tipsy, but he did mean it. He couldn't see a reason he would leave Idri if the dragon wanted him around.

"You can't promise that," Idri argued, sounding completely miserable. Caldor would have hugged him, but with the table between them, he was too far away. But his hand wasn't.... "I don't blame you for wanting to be with your own kind—"

Cal grabbed the dragon's hand to stop him, squeezing it to emphasize what he was about to say. "I never said that's what I want."

"What d'you want, then?" Idri sounded like he had been wanting to ask that question for a while now. And he technically had asked it several times already. It seemed Cal simply telling him he wanted to be around him just because he liked him wasn't believable enough.

Caldor replied immediately. "You."

And he immediately regretted it. But it was too late now. His grip on Idri's hand only tightened. Caldor felt like he would die if he let go.

Finally, after a few seconds of silence that dragged on for eternity, Idri spoke. "Me?"

"Yes, you," Caldor replied, sounding much more impatient than he had intended. He couldn't go back on what he'd just said, so the only way to move was forward.

"You...wish to become my mate?"

That word made Cal feel strange. Not bad strange, but strange, nonetheless. It seemed so animalistic, so uncivilized, but it also instantly made butterflies flutter in his stomach. It basically meant the same thing as a partner, anyway, right?

"Yeah, sure," Caldor replied, trying to both not cringe at the casual way he'd said that, and also to stay calm as he once again became very aware that he was still holding Idri's hand. He wasn't going to let go, though, since it was keeping him calm. And Caldor needed that since he felt like yelling as he watched the cogs in the dragon's head turning. Idri seemed to struggle a lot with concepts like this, didn't he?

"No human would want to be with a dragon." Idri finally spoke, shaking his head as if to convince himself of what he'd said. "I just need my spellbook back to...." Idri shook his head again as Cal sighed. He wanted to ask what that was supposed to mean, but guilt filled his heart every time he even thought about that book. So instead he would try to convince Idri a human very much was interested in him. He nodded to himself as he decided this, finishing his glass.

There were a lot of angles he could try to explain this to Idri, but Caldor's mind was too unfocused at this point to properly argue his point in any way other than the most obvious and simple.

"Well, I do wanna be with you. Guess you were right about calling me strange."

He didn't really agree with this. After all, why wouldn't a human be interested in a dragon if they looked like this? Cal liked Idri for much more than his looks, of course, but just those would be enough for some people to be interested.

He found himself running his eyes all over Idri again, the buzzing in his brain making it hard to properly focus on anything, let alone his thoughts. And apparently, Idri was doing the same thing because he was staring at Cal's lips.

But wait, something was wrong. Why were there tears in the dragon's eyes? If anything, he looked even more miserable now. Cal hadn't expected that at all.

Before Caldor knew it, he was getting up and rushing over to Idri, doing his best to ignore how much his head was spinning, and taking the dragon's other hand into his as he stood in front of him. His heart was beating erratically, his mouth was dry, and he could feel his palms sweating, but he wouldn't move. Not until Idri felt better.

"A-apologies," Idri said, shaking his head and squeezing his eyes shut. He wasn't pushing Cal off, though. "I seem to have trouble controlling my emotions."

Cal grimaced guiltily. Of course, he knew that would happen, but he hadn't thought the dragon would be a sad drunk. And he hadn't seemed to be one at first. "Hey, s'okay."

Caldor gently pulled at Idri's hands to get him to stand up, and when he begrudgingly did, Cal didn't wait and embraced him immediately, hugging him over the wings that were in the way. He expected to be pushed off very quickly, but he was too tipsy to care right now. He just knew Idri needed some comforting, and this was the best and easiest thing he had at his disposal.

As expected, Idri tensed up, but then he relaxed into the hug, pulling his wings from beneath Cal's arms and putting them around the human. He made no move to hug Cal back with his arms, but he did put his chin on Caldor's shoulder. The human closed his eyes, grinning to himself at how nice it felt to be hugged by those golden wings. He knew it would feel even better if Idri weren't distraught, but this was the first time he'd hugged him, and he wouldn't make it out to be anything less than the amazing thing it was.

Hopefully, it made Idri feel better. Cal was about to ask him to confirm when Idri pulled away a little, keeping his wings where they were and pulling himself to his full height, which was just an inch or two taller than Caldor.

Cal was about to comment on that, his drunken mind wanting to say everything he was thinking, but before he could, something completely unexpected happened. The dragon's lips were pressing against his, his hands burying themselves in the hair at the back of Caldor's head. Cal barely had a chance to make a noise of surprise before Idri was deepening the kiss, his tongue pushing into Cal's mouth almost immediately.

It was a bit rough and sloppy, given both of their drunken states, but if anything, it made Cal all the more eager. He moaned, more than willing to let Idri do whatever he wanted as he ran his hands over the dragon's back and shoulders, feeling the hard, strong muscle beneath the layers of soft, dark cloth.

As they separated, they both panted, gasping for air. Caldor could already feel himself hardening from just that kiss, but he couldn't even get it together to feel embarrassed about it. He was too ecstatic about what had just happened to feel anything other than pure joy.

"S-so you like me, too?" he said, his voice strained. Cal laughed shakily, too excited to calm down.

Instead of an answer Idri took a hold of his wrists and kissed him again, making the act even more dominating than before. Caldor couldn't say he'd expected that from how generally calm and collected Idri was, but he liked it. A bit too much, perhaps.

He moaned again, the sound muffled as Idri pushed him against the table when Cal tried to get his wrists out of the dragon's hold. Cal didn't want to fight him, but he desperately wanted to touch him. But it was no use—Idri was too strong for Caldor. If he didn't want Caldor to do something, he could very easily stop him, and Cal wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

Caldor tried not to whimper, then. Why was thinking about this arousing? It shouldn't be. He'd never thought about any of this before.

He did whimper when Idri pulled away suddenly, immediately wanting to kiss him again.

"I...I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked, inspecting Cal's wrists with glazed-over, unfocused eyes. No, not unfocused—they were full of lust. Oh gods, he was beautiful like this.

"Of course not," Caldor assured him, leaning in for another kiss, but Idri turned his face away.

"What if I do hurt you?" He almost sounded desperate. It made Cal's heart hurt. Why was he so worried about this? He hadn't come anywhere close to hurting him before. His grip had been firm, but nowhere near bruising. And considering Idri was drunk, that was quite admirable.

"You won't," Cal assured him, staring into those wide, hungry eyes. And that was all Cal needed to say to get Idri to push his tongue into his mouth again. Caldor hummed in pleasure as his eyelids slid shut, reaching out to touch Idri's chest. But before he could, Idri's hands once again found his wrists and took them into a gentle but inescapable hold.

Idri didn't break the kiss as he began pulling Caldor to the bed, which Cal eagerly went along with. He whined as they separated when he lied down on it, but soon Idri was on top of him, his wings spread out behind him in an almost intimidating display. Naturally, seeing that made Cal even more excited.

Idri made quick work of Cal's tunic, quickly pulling it off him before leaning down and licking his nipple. Caldor gasped, moaning and arching his chest as Idri began to suck on it and teasing it with his teeth while pinching the other with his fingers.

And all Caldor could do was lie there and writhe and whimper in pleasure as much as he could while trapped between Idri's knees. Idri wasn't trying to restrain his arms right now, but Cal didn't know what to do with his hands. He wanted to touch himself, but he couldn't because Idri was in the way. He settled for fisting his hands in the mattress and hanging onto it for dear life.

He found himself begging without even really meaning to, but Idri didn't seem to care or even listen as he began to nibble at Cal's collarbone while still rubbing his nipples. They were sore at this point, but Caldor didn't care. He just wanted some release, but clearly Idri wanted to draw this out.

"You taste good, Caldor," Idri mumbled in between biting his shoulder. Cal was sure there would be marks there for days. He should have known a dragon would be into biting, but by the gods, he wasn't complaining. It just made him harder.

Idri proceeded to sniff his throat before licking a stripe up the side of his neck, making Caldor shudder in arousal. Oh gods, he was going to die if Idri kept this going for much longer.

Desperate for anything to do, Cal found himself clumsily running his hands down the dragon's back, wishing he could take off the robes he was wearing, but he was too distracted and disoriented from both his lust and alcohol to figure out how to deal with all the layered fabric.

So instead he reached for the only uncovered part of the dragon's body he could reach. Idri seized his biting and licking as he froze when Cal's fingers brushed over the bases of his wings, letting out a surprised but pleased groan as Caldor grasped at them.

Oh gods, that sound.... Caldor rubbed at the scaly appendages, hoping to draw more of them out of Idri.

In return, the dragon captured Cal's mouth in another, surprisingly gentler kiss before flipping him over with his unnaturally strong arms. Though that did nothing to put Caldor off. Quite the opposite. He wished he could touch Idri, though, especially once the dragon pulled down Cal's pants and unceremoniously started stretching him with his fingers.

Caldor whimpered into the pillow. He hadn't done this in a while, but by the gods, he was ready for it. He was a little surprised that Idri knew his way around these things, but he was far too out of it to develop that thought any further.

It didn't take long then before Idri was pushing inside of him, making Caldor moan loudly as he was filled completely, more than he ever had before. Feeling practically delirious from pleasure and alcohol at this point, Cal began to stroke himself, matching the strokes with Idri's thrusts until they were both coming in unison.

Blissedout and suddenly incredibly tired, the last thing Caldor remembered were strongarms around his chest and teeth pressing into his neck before everything wentdark.