Patreon LogoYour support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)

A Dragon's Devotion. (Fox and EDDE)

Hakkai bit his lip to stop what probably sounded like something far more cruel than it was. His laughter had been purely pointed at the adorable little action he'd taken, so happily surprised by it he hadn't been able to help himself. He did his best to offer a sympathetic nod toward his complaint, but Hakuryuu was moving his hips again, and it was far more distracting when he wasn't playing back. especially when those fins feathered over the sensitive skin of his scar. It pulled a heavy shutter from him.

A warm huff left his own chest as his little friend drew closer and whined his name in such a sweet way, only to be followed by those words. A groan left his chest as his hands found their place down on rolling hips. "Wait just a moment, Hakuryuu," he sighed out lightly. "If you want me to be able to join you in the feeling, I'll show you something special. Something Gojyo doesn't even know about." Though, not that the dragon knew as much, but there was no way for Gojyo to know much about the nearsighted demon's body at all considering he'd never been allowed to touch him back during their play.

A warm look was landed down at the hurting creature as he repositioned him in his lap. He took a soothing breath for himself in knowing what he was about to offer up. With new guidance, he allowed the somewhat smaller man to roll his hips all over again, showing him just the way in which it would effect him the most. The new movement twisted his gentle features into something lightly totured as a heavy groan peeled his lips apart as his body was brought back to life far too quickly for comfort.

"It's not something that might work every time," he huffed out lightly. "But if you keep that up, you might just make me go mad." As he said as much he removed one of the guiding hands to reach back in between them and take a sturdy, satisfying grip around that monster cock. Each time Hakuryuu's hips came up, his stroking hand came down in a way he knew would help the adorably randy creature in his lap feel like he was getting even more than he was out of it.

In thinking to offer the closest feeling he could with his hand to sheathing himself, his own mind begane to wonder toward the delicious cadence of those hips; his own little fantasy of sheathing himself inside that hot little body playing out in his mind.

Once he was sure the dragon had the little dance of his hips down properly his other leading hand drew up his spine and pressed against the back of Hakuryou's head gently, strong fingers taking a gentle grasp full of feather soft hair. He leaned his face down to meet a fluffy ear, allowing the light moans that had been beating at his chest to breath over it. "Just like that," he whined in a deep tone down toward him as he held him close for comfort. "Hakuryuu," he gasped out warmly before repeating himself as he revelled in quickly mounting pleasure. "Just like that."
 
Last edited:
A whimpering chitter left Hakuryuu's lips as his hips were stilled. They twitched in his desperate need, but he did his very best to keep them as still as he could. Hakkai asked him to wait, and as much as he wanted, needed more, he could never ignore a request from his master. He panted and puffed, but moved with the guiding hands, if a bit shakily. He chirped in clear, horny delight at the offer. Not even that stupid kappa knew what Hakkai was about to teach him, and even through his needy haze, he couldn't help but feel, well, special. "I want Hakkai to feel good too," he agreed with an airy chatter, his jaw shivering up and down with both the sound and the zinging ecstasy rolling through him.

Although his position made it impossible to see the man's face, he could hear just how much the new position was effecting his master, and it made him moan. It wasn't his usual 'chu' or coo, it sounded incredibly human. As did the gasped out 'Ah, hah, ah!' that came from the sure, firm grip on his aching shaft. His precum had begun to drip more freely, giving Hakkai a bit of lubricant to make each stroke that much easier. "Good, good, Hakkai feels good~" he praised as the man's lips met his long, fuzzy ear.

Hakuryuu's toes curled up tight and his hips thrust just a bit harder. It felt good. So good. Even better than the stroking of before. Even better than Hakkai's mouth sucking at the tip of his dick. It felt like he was inside! He was burning up again. That raging fire within his body, which had dampened in their small interlude, came roaring back with a vengeance. It was still scary. His body wasn't meant to feel this way, but Hakkai was holding him securely, and his own arms were wrapped around Hakkai's shoulders desperately, and Hakkai was moaning in his ear. Praising him, reassuring him, and he could handle the instinctual fear. He could embrace it, just as he was embracing his master.

The bulbous spot at the base of his shaft swelled up even further, leaving him with a soft-ball sized knot that he tried so hard to force into the make shift hole he'd been given. "It's gonna come out," he whined, clutching Hakkai even tighter as the fins on his shaft grew more and more firm, making each stroke just that much better. "For the first time since we left, Hakuryuu's sperm is gonna come out!" He cried in breaths that were hotter than any human's. Steam was billowing from his nose and mouth, bathing Hakkai's chest and shoulder in damp heat.

Without much ability to move his head, he was only able to tilt it up a little, pressing his furry chin against the top of Hakkai's shoulder to spare the man a burn form the small flames that were sparking in his mouth. "It can't come out. It won't come out unless Hakkai squeezes the big spot. Please, please, Hakkai, make it come out."
 
Last edited:
The natural humanoid sounds that escaped his riley friend's lips were more than a little startling. In fact, he couldn't help but jump just a bit because of them. Hakuryuu's voice in this form didn't match the adorable tone he normally held even in the slightlest. But at the same time, those sounds were such a natural thing to hear in this situation, it was hard for much other reaction other than a soaring wave of pleasure that swept over him as he was so oddly assured of how well he was heating the dragon up.

The true heat should have been the odd thing but considering he was coupling with a dragon, with whom he was intimately familiar with the normal characteristics of, it only brought him closer to the edge. This feeling was doused slightly as he offered up a soft, pitying whine of his friend's name when he realized just what Hakuryuu's words implied. Hakkai had thought himself to be hurting in that way, but his poor companion was so backed up it wasn't even funny. Hakuryuu was almost always busy attending to their needs in some way or another. And when he wasn't busy with that, he was almost always exhausted from having done so previously. The poor dragon didn't have enough free time to himself to be allowed to get off in the first place. And when he did, the want was surely too dampened by how tired he so often was.

"Okay Hakuryuu," he huffed out warmly in want of offering him what he so desperately needed at the moment. "I'm close as well." It was true, and he knew his little friend well enough to know that that would please him just as much as what he was hoping what he did next would.

The hand holding Hakuryuu's head was tugged away entirely, replaced in the best offering he had to give by the nuzzling of their cheeks. The air in the area was a bit too hot for him, but that wasn't his concern at the moment. He knew the dragonkin would face his mouth away the best he could given their position and that was good enough for him for the moment. That hand found it's other, as he could already tell from the size of it previously that one hand couldn't possibly be enough to cover that knot that had formed even fuller between them. So he interlaced his fingers, wrapping both hands strongly around what was close to the base and finishing their slide down fully together.

With a sure grip he forced that knot between his tightly squeezing palms. And just for the bit of added friction, twisted them back and forth carefully around that large base. "Now cum for me, Hakuryuu," he moaned deeply, pleasantly toward that no doubt sensitive ear.
 
Last edited:
The human like moans leaving Hakuryuu's mouth grew higher in pitch and excitement as Hakkai cooed into his ear. Hakkai was going to give him what he so desperately needed, but more importantly, Hakkai was feeling good with him. "Thank you," he chirped between his wavering moans.

Hakkai wrapped both of his hands around his straining cock, and Hakuryuu had to tilt his head back farther to keep the slightly stronger flames from touching his master. He chirped out soft pleas and thrust his hips harder. His movements were untamed, feral; the desperate rutting of an animal. Those hands wrapped firmly around his bulging knot, and twisted back and forth. Hakuryuu jolted up straight and arched his back. His white skin had turned pink and red, his breath between puffs of flame were warped with their sheer heat.

Hakuryuu thrust forward hard, then pulled his hips back. The hold on his knot pulled his cock further from its sheath by an inch, and that seemed to be the trigger.

He threw his head back and his lips pursed together. Steam shot from his mouth, accompanied by a high pitched whistle. Something akin to a ready kettle. And then he erupted. Thick, almost batter-like, heavy spurts shot from his shaft in massive waves. His seed covered Hakkai's chest and face in an instant. It shot over the man's shoulder to splatter against the wall, it even reached the ceiling.

Hakuryuu whistled and humped, his hands gripping Hakkai's bare shoulders, nails digging into the exposed skin through his elongated orgasm. A human's lasted hardly a few seconds, while his continued on and on, making a massive mess out of them both as well as the room. Thirty seconds had passed at least before Hakuryuu started to calm down. His seed bubbled out of him in small dribbles as his shaft began to shrink and sink back inside of him.

Then, he fell forward. With a 'splat,' Hakuryuu flopped onto Hakkai's chest and shoulder, his eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open as he clung to quickly fading consciousness.
 
He had been so close, too. Unfortunately the sudden change in his partner was so severe and startling that he was pulled too far from his bliss to join Hakuryuu in his finish. The high pitched noise that burst from the dragonkin's lips actually hurt his ears enough for him to flinch just slightly; a flinch that only turned sharper as he was utterly accosted by the intense, thick mess that shot from his companion in such a torrential onslaught. Despite how very startling it was however, it didn't stop him from enjoying the beautiful look of pleasure that covered Hakuryuu's face and put such a pretty arch in his posture. He allowed a warm moan to hum from tightly pressed lips that had closed themselves off from the backed up attack he'd been faced with purely on reflex. He wouldn't have minded if he hadn't been able to stop his mouth from suffering the same fate as his body and the area around them.

Ever the people pleaser, the sudden onslight didn't stop him from continuing his ministrations on that throbbing, spitting cock for the entirety of the release either. While he did his best to move his face out of the way just enough not to allow his sight of the slightly smaller creature to be compromised by the upshot or his own discomfort, he was forced to close his good eye against a well placed spurt while his monocle barely protected his other. Because of this he lost his sight of him for the last few seconds. however, he didn't stop pleasing, squeezing and rolling and twisting his wrists until the organ within them finally settled down and pulled away from him itself.

Within a moment those hands were wrapped around Hakuryuu's back and gripping opposite shoulders of his friend, pulling him in close while he leaned down and nuzzled carefully into his hair. The spreading of the mess was inevitable. There was no possible way for him to cuddle his sweet little dragon without causing the spread. So he didn't think twice about it, resolving instantly that he would be taking them to the bathroom attached to their hotel room within a few moments.

The room and the both of them were a horrible mess that Hakkai understood instantly he would be needing to clean up on his own quite soon. His ears were ringing slightly from the high pitched noise that had been shed so close to his sensitive ears, and his cock was throbbing and aching miserably for having been drawn so very close only to have been denied his own release. He had no one to blame but himself however, and he didn't see fit to complain about it despite the lightly whimpered groan that managed to sneak past his lips just slightly as he wrapped himself around his little friend.

Instead he kept his focus as best he could on Hakuryuu. He didn't know if the intense release the smaller male had faced was due to how horribly he was backed up or if this was a normal thing for him. He had a feeling that even though he didn't want to even make the case that he should change himself even further from his natural form, it may be inevitable that they would have to in order to make things more convenient for the two of them when it came to this sort of thing. He foresaw future issues that could accompany that monster cock that had just been held firmly in his grasp a few moments before. And he knew for a fact there would be complications that would likely arrive that he couldn't think of yet in that moment.

Nuzzling further into Hakuryuu's hair, Hakkai cooed gentle encouragement toward his companion as he pet at his back and shoulders. "Good, good," he crooned warmly. "I hope you feel much better now my friend."

He smiled and sat back up in order to look down on the exhausted creature and take in his condition fully through that warmest of looks he so often had to shed down on Hakuryuu. "Please relax now, Hakuryuu. You rest, and I will take care of the mess we have made together. Perhaps once I've cleaned us and the room up and you've had a bit of a nap you and I can work on cooking dinner together. I'd love to enjoy the present I got for you in the market together as well in a bit. It will be lovely to just have a nice relaxing night for once, don't you think?"
 
The broiling heat in Hakuryuu's body lessened into a slight simmer. The whistle of steam had released a large amount of that heat, and the remnants of it were being panted out in soft billows of hot, though no longer scalding, breath. He was quivering by the time strong, protective arms wrapped firmly around him. It offered the grounding he needed to slowly float down from his orgasmic cloud, but he could still only nod his head at the cooed words. He felt better than he ever had. No amount of self play could have lead to such ecstasy, and having Hakkai wrapped around him so protectively, and to go through such bliss with Hakkai, made him feel warm and fuzzy on a much more pleasant level.

Hakkai sat back, and Hakuryuu's hold loosened to let him. His eyes had relaxed from their roll, and his eye-lids drooped heavily. His crimson irises were glassy and weary. His mouth was still parted, but his panting was gradually coming under control. He nodded lazily and offered a soft, affirmative chirp at the offer of rest.

Hakuryuu leaned in slowly and slipped out his tongue. He laved it gently over Hakkai's good eye to clear it of his sticky seed. "Thank you," he chirped in a sleepy mumble before flopping back down onto his partner. This time, however, his body would not be denied the sleep it craved. With a quiet 'poof' and a glowing light beneath a thin puff of smoke, Hakuryuu returned to his original form. The small dragon's wings were spread out over Hakkai's chest, and his head rested on the man's shoulder while his body went limp, then tiny, adorable snores wiggled Hakuryuu's nostrils.
 
He made sure. Hakkai simply couldn't bare to allow Hakuryuu see the slight agony he was suffering for his own lack of release. So he made sure that he only had the warmest, sweetest face put on solidly until the smaller man turned into a much smaller dragon, and even went so far as to wait until his breath turned soft and even before a light grimace touched his features. The warm gooey liquid that had bathed him and the room around them grew cold with the air quite quickly, uncomfortable and awkward. Despite that part at least however, a bit of euphoria was still lingering on the outskirts of his senses. After all, he was utterly covered in that heavy, heady scent. It was a scent so strong that it completely drowned out his own. Gojyo would be sure to notice even after the cleaning process. Goku might even take notice, though he probably wouldn't understand it in the least. Despite how very little he felt he'd thought about this exact scenario, he was beginning to realize that, in fact, it had likely entered his mind far more often than he might have realized. If it hadn't, surely he wouldn't have been able to have been so very accepting, and even excited, about this entire prospect.

Perhaps his earlier notion about the fact that their size and vastly different anatomy being the one thing that had been truly keeping them apart like this hadn't been that far fetched. He could have rationalized it as a thought that had sprung up purely in the moment of carnal excitement he'd been facing at the time. At this point however, he highly doubted that. And he decided to allow himself to wonder how often he'd day dreamed a scenario anywhere close to this in the past, and wonder if his thoughts on it could have lived up to the actual experience. He wanted to fathom what sort of negative reaction he could be having to this in any sense, but just as he couldn't come up with an answer to the other musings, he couldn't come up with one for this.

There was no regret. In fact, the only thing he found himself having at the moment, as he carefully lie Hakuryuu on the bed for the several minutes it took him to clean the walls, ceiling and floor around them, was excitement for the future. And even when he was done with that and carried his tuckered out little friend into the bathroom and began showering them as best he could without jostling the small creature, he only found himself looking over his friend tenderly and quite often smiling like an absolute moron. The scenarios that he did find himself creating, as he took his time washing the both of them in the shower and massaging the tension out of his sleepy little friend's body in the process, didn't have even the slightest air of negativity. Of course, he realized that wasn't something that would last forever, as there were many complications between the two of them that would need to be addressed and accommodated for if nothing else, but at the time he was simply enjoying the wonderful warmth his mind was allowing him to bask in over the situation. There would be plenty of time to think critically about this later. For now, he simply allowed himself and his little near lover bask in the glow of what had been instead.

Once he'd thoroughly cleaned the both of them up thoroughly, of course having calmed his poor tortured libido down in the process and allowing himself to rebound from it, he gently placed Hakuryuu into a familiar slumbering perch over his shoulders, basking in the usual smile for how he resembled a feminine fur trophy as he spread and lie over them, a foot of front and back each and his head dangling just so over his shoulders. Hakuryuu always seemed so very comfortable perched lying across his shoulders and curled about his neck in this way. And since he knew how much the dragon loved to be so close to him in this way, and found it perfectly comforting and adorable himself, he simply couldn't help himself from giving it to him all one his own as he began chopping the meat and vegetables that would be going into their hotpot for dinner. After all, he'd promised to allow Hakuryuu to participate. In the state he was in, this was the closest he could get to that.

Hakkai began focusing more on the food he was preparing than anything else in order to create the lovely type of meal they were all so used to when it came to Hakkai's cooking. Although there was no helping his eyes and mind both from wandering lightly as he did his work.

Unfortunately he wasn't paying attention to just how much he was allowing his mind to wander. It was so pleasant, he didn't feel the need to. That was a mistake. He knew it the moment the familiar, mournful sound of a woman's voice rung in his ears and startled him beyond belief suddenly pulled him from his blissful state.

"Gonou..."

At the same time tightness exploded through his chest and shot pain through his lungs, throat and eyes, an even sharper pain he wasn't nearly as familiar with as the one that came with the sound of his wife's voice exploded across his finger. Through a sharp gasp that happened to be a reaction to both things, the nearsighted demon looked down hollowly at his hand and carefully pulled the knife that had just accosted him during his chopping away from the sliced finger. Those soft eyes lingered heavily on the knife, the sight of the sharpened blade only pulling more pain and a heavy frown across his features.

Why? Why so suddenly would she crop up in his mind like that? He couldn't even contain the thought that it might have something to do with Hakuryuu or even what they had just done. The sweet, amazing woman who had had such an absolutely beautiful soul would never have thought twice about him allowing himself into some new form of relationship. It had never been an issue before. He harbored absolutely no guilt over what he and Gojyo had been carrying on with after all this time. He never had.

It was only when he was able to clear his mind just enough to realize that he had ruined the stalk he'd been chopping with the blood he was allowing to drip and pool over the cutting board that he heard it. A heaviness hit his chest and turned his facial features dark and melancholy as he turned his head and looked to the closed window of their room to confirm what had actually triggered his sudden change in mood.

The rain was coming down solidly. It most likely had been for several minutes now. He'd been so lost in thought that he hadn't even noticed it to begin with. As he tucked his injured finger between his lips and licked it clean gently before applying pressure with his tongue, he turned to the window and stared at it hard for a short moment. The knife having been abandoned, his free hand reached up absent mindedly to settle a comforting stroke across his exhausted friend's head and neck. He finished turning toward the window, allowing the deep melancholy feeling the rain so often tended to offer him to seep as deeply into his bones as he ever did before crossing the room and completing a familiar ritual. Opening the window, he allowed the full force of the sound of the rain to wash over him, staring into it carefully and quietly embracing the arm of the hand that still had a finger tucked between his lips.

This was just a bit cruel, now wasn't it? It had been hard to believe that he could ever feel any worse than he ever had before about this. But to be flung so violently from the wonderfully euphoric feeling he'd been having previously to what he was so used to feeling now... Well. It almost didn't seem fair, really. Not that it mattered, to be fair. He was far too quickly being lost to his thoughts of that night all over again to be able to care about the cruelty of the Gods for much longer than a moment.
 
Hakuryuu stirred under gently petting hands. He'd remained unconscious through the bath and cleaning, but he'd rested enough to slowly rouse himself. He felt heavy and floaty at the same time, and more relaxed then he'd been in a long time. He purred happily and curled himself tighter around his Master's neck. He would have fallen asleep if his nose didn't catch the metalic scent of blood. It wasn't strong, so there wasn't much, but it was enough for the sleepy dragon to lift up his head and blearily take in his surroundings.

The sound of rainfall hit his ears, and Hakuryuu relished it. He loved the rain. It always brought about a surge of soothing joy, but it was dampened by guilt. His friends despised the rain... No, more than that. It caused them pain. Sanzo, Goujo, even Goku; but most importantly, it hurt Master Hakkai. With a soft 'chu,' Hakuryuu pressed the end of his muzzle to Hakkai's cheek in a sweet kiss. "Hakuryuu is here," he assured quietly.
 
A soft noise and a gentle peck against his cheek jolted Hakkai from his daze just enough for him to need to blink a bit of confusion out down toward his companion. His guilt was only ever furthered when it came to his reaction to the rain. He couldn't help but feel solely responsible for the drain such times seemed to cause in Hakuryuu's mood.

"Ah," he hummed out lightly as he came back to himself and reality upon staring down into the soft crimson eyes. A soft smile stretched his lips around his finger that, while muted for obvious reasons to them both, did at least look more comforted and relaxed by the dragon's presence and attempt to offer some cheer. "Please excuse me, Hakuryuu," he offered as tenderly as he could. "I hate to make you worry. I'll be okay." In saying so, he his free fingers curled back into their gentle attention they'd had to offer a moment before.

His attention turned back out to the downpour and slowly stole that smile. This was hidden just a bit behind the careful suckling of the side of his finger, using the small gash as a well placed excuse to hide it. The attention of grooming fingers didn't cease however, and after a few heavy moments of staring he peeked back down at his friend and offered up his best sweet smile as he removed the hurt finger before turning to inspect it.

It was still bleeding, but had stemmed a great deal; nothing that needed too much attention. "Come," he offered in genuine warmth. "I'll get a bandage and mend my finger. If you'd like, you can still help me to finish cutting the vegetables. The pot will begin boiling too soon if we don't keep up the pace. And Lord knows that the others will be even less pleased with any inturruptuons the longer we take in this rain."

With that Hakkai moved over to their packs and did just as he'd said he would, digging out their cobbled together version of a first aid kit and sitting on the bed in order to treat and wrap the long thin slice with gauze. "If you'd like," he added gently, "you could even turn into your new form and help me cut them up yourself. I wouldn't mind guiding your hands at first to save the gauze from any juices."

He had no doubt Hakuryuu would likely jump at this chance. Even if he were capable of helping in his current form, he doubted his sweet little friend would pass up the chance to be an even bigger help than usual. Hakuryuu strove far too hard to please and ease Hakkai at any chance he got to he worried about what the need to change in order to be more helpful might emply; at least, that was what Hakkai would assume given the current circumstance. Granted, that may not last for long if it became a common theme.
 
Hakuryuu pressed his head into the petting hand, though with a different sort of enthusiasm. Rather than chirp and work for more, he simply lavished in the slow petting. He turned his head into it, stretched out his neck to turn and nuzzle the back of his hand. He said nothing as Hakkai stared out the window, just offered comforting coos that vibrated the length of his throat. When Hakkai's attention returned to him, Hakuryuu churred and curved his eyes in a happy expression.

Hakkai stepped away from the window, and Hakuryuu glided off of his shoulder to hover at the man's side protectively. He only settled down on the bed once Hakkai had, and he watched on as the bleeding finger was wrapped up. He was never sure just how to react when it rained. It was different every time. Sometimes, his master wanted to talk, sometimes he wanted to ramble, sometimes he wanted to sit in silence, and sometimes he wanted to try and hide in normalcy. He figured out what Hakkai wanted pretty quickly.

Hakuryuu perked his head up high and chirped in delight. "I want to help!" He claimed, his wings flapping. He did pause at the mention of transforming again. He wasn't sure that he could. Turning into a jeep had become second nature to him and took little to no energy, but this new form was different. He stopped his flapping and squinted his eyes with a little hum. At the very least, he wanted to try.

His crimson eyes shut tight and he grunted with effort before a large puff of steam surrounded him. There was a quite poof, and the air around him clearing quickly. However, the body in front of Hakkai was different from the one before. It was similar, with the same petite form, snowy white skin, feathery hair and goatee, but with his limited endurance Hakuryuu couldn't hide away his normal traits. Most notably was the long tail that twitched on the bed, and the small wings that had sprouted from his shoulder blades. They were useless for flight, but cute in their fluttering. Less blatant changes included slightly longer horns and the occasional patch of shiny silver scales.

Hakuryuu was kneeling on the bed, his eyes still clenched shut. His legs spread out and his hands resting on his knees. At first glance his crotch seemed smooth and bare, but on closer inspection one would see a set of large scales shielding his shaft's hiding place.
 
Hakkai watched from the corner of his eye as he finished wrapping the small wound. His attention settled fully on his friend once finished and a smile that managed to be much warmer stretched across his lips as he looked him over fully.

With a warm hum he reached out and drew his unmarred fingers gently over Hakuryuu's cheek and under his chin before twirling at his adorable goatee. "How lovely," he mentioned adoringly. "This change is much better than before." He leaned in close and nuzzled his nose against the dragonkin's. "You look far more like your natural self like this."

With a soft chuckle, likely spurred on by Hakuryuu's willingness to go along with his ruse that actually did comfort him, he stood and offered out his hands to help the man off the bed politely. "With your tail out, you may even have an easier time balancing and coordinating as well. I can't imagine how awkward it might have felt without it."

Only once Hakuryuu had joined him on the floor did he have a sudden idea that had him making a curious noise and turning to quickly make his way to the closet. Usually Hakkai could feign being chipper when he felt the need to hide his agony from his friend, but at the moment it may seem like more than that as another chipper sound passed his lips when he turned around with a yukata in his hands that had been offered to them as guests for use after a shower. "Here we are," he mentioned softly. "Since you were able to get hot before, I can only assume that you may get cold as well. I doubt any of our spare clothing would be even slightly comfortable for you normally, let alone with your tail about."

He returned to Hakuryuu and lifted the soft, flowing material up and opened toward him to allow him to step into, ready to adjust and help the being, who had never worn clothing that he was aware of, as much as would be needed. "Oh," he added in that chipper tune of his that was beginning to make its way back to a close normal. "And once we've finished cooking, I could adjust this for you so that it fits more comfortably as well."
 
Hakuryuu opened his eyes when gentle fingers touched his cheeks. His pupils had become larger and rounder. He let out a chirping giggle as Hakkai pet along his chin and twirled his feathery bead around his finger. It tickled a little.

He happily met the nuzzle, and his little wings fluttered at the wonderful praise sent his way. "Master Hakkai likes when Hakuryuu looks more like Hakuryuu," he chirped with a giddy smile.

Hakkai offered his hands, and Hakuryuu reached out to take them. His hands were cool, and Hakkai's felt comfy and warm holding them. With the help, Hakuryuu stood from the bed with only a slight wobble. His tail lifted and curled in the air, and he found that Hakkai was right. It was much easier to hold his balance on his longer legs.

He wasn't happy that Hakkai let go of his hands, but he didn't complain or pout. He couldn't. Not when his Master seemed legitimately happy. He did, however, tilt his head in confusion, his eyebrows pinching together. "I need clothes?" But Hakkai quickly explained, and Hakuryuu held out his arms to look at them. Scales covered his elbows and the back of his hands, but the rest of his skin was exposed to the air, and without the heat of Hakkai he realized that he did actually feel a bit of a chill.

Hakuryuu nodded and, with Hakkai's help he slipped his right arm into the correct sleeve. There was a little bit of a struggle, as he'd tried to put his left arm in elbow first, but his master managed to get the yukata onto him comfortably. Kind of. He squirmed and tugged at the fabric until the back was pulled down enough to let his wings free, and his tail kept lifting the edge of the robe, but over all it wasn't a bad thing. Though, it certainly was a strange feeling.

"Hakuryuu will do his best to make a good dinner for his friends," he declared with a firm nod. Maybe he could help them feel better too.
 
Hakkai's smile broadened just a little at Hakuryuu's determined declaration. He felt lighter tonight, and knew that his sweet friend was purely the reason for that. Guilt tried to niggle its way into his mind over the fact that he could feel so warm at the moment. It did cool him off just enough to settle, but not enough not to want to inundate himself in everything Hakuryuu to, at the very least, keep his dragon's spirits up.

"Wonderful," he praised gently, but paused with a soft noise that indicated another intrusive thought. "I have another idea."

Hakkai crouched down in front of his friend and turned toward their satchels once again. "Hold your clothing up for just a moment longer Hakuryuu. It will be bothersome to try to move around and keep it in place being so large on you."

After a few good moments of digging, Hakkai pulled out an older sash he tended not to wear anymore. He had kept it as a spare in case the one he allowed Hakuryuu to use as a perch currently had something happen to it. And he took a moment to give it a warm look for the thought that crossed his mind while also wondering if Hakuryuu would notice its significance. It was, after all, the first one he had bought after first finding his friend that had been specifically acquired for his perching. That was the biggest reason he didn't wear it anymore. Woth how often they were attacked, it would surely get ruined considering it was a miracle it was still in tact to begin with.

"Here we are." He might not be well pegged as the most sentimental person, but that didn't mean he wasn't sometimes.

Hakkai stood and walked behind his companion. "We can use this to keep your clothing together for now," he offered as he began his task. From where he stood, he reached around his friend and pulled the sash pu against his stomach, wrapping it around him twice before adjusting hid robes and making sure they were comfortably settled on his body. Then he tied the sash behind him with a pretty bow.

Once he was sure the robe was lying on the dragonkin comfortably he stood straight again, reaching around him once more to wrap his arms around him and draw him in close. "Hakuryuu," he mentioned lightly as he pressed his chin down into feathery soft hair and hugged him carefully. "I like you very much the way you are. Your natural form is the physical representation of who you are, but it isn't all of whom you can be. No matter which form you chose to appear to me in, my feelings for you wouldn't change in the slightest. The only thing it changes is how accessible we are to each other. If there were a way, I would much rather prefer you as comfortable in your own skin as possible when we were to do things like what we did earlier. Whether that be your natural form or something else."

He peeked down at his companion, nuzzling his lips down lightly against his skull. "Do you understand? I want you to be clear that no matter what, I like you for who you are. And in no way do I expect you to change yourself for my sake unless it's something you are doing for yourself."
 
His determined look popped into one of curiosity. He watched his master move while tilting his head; still, Hakuryuu did as was asked of him. He grasped the edged of the yukata and pulled them together over his front. He couldn't stop a slight frown at the discomfort. The feeling wasn't horrible, but his body had always been protected by scales or metal, so just the air against his naked skin felt odd, and the fabric even more so. His discomfort didn't last long though.

Hakkai pulled a familiar sash from his duffel bag, and a happy, high pitched trill rolled his tongue. The first time his master wore that simple strip of cloth, Hakuryuu felt truly welcomed on the man's shoulder. There were remnants of his failed attempts to keep balance. The threads were worn and a few claw holes had been expertly stitched up.

Hakuryuu's tail curled up in delight as the sash was wrapped around him. Once it was, he let go of the yukata and held out his arms to make Hakkai's work easier, though his fluttering wings may have caused a small issue. He couldn't help it though. It was raining, and Hakkai seemed genuinely happy. Hakuryuu's face scrunched in absolute joy as he was back tugged into a gentle embrace. He returned it as well as he could; squeezing his arms over Hakkai's and slithering his tail around his waist.

He churred under Hakkai's chin, cautiously nuzzling his head up against him. As his master spoke, Hakuryuu pushed himself closer to him, even coiling his tail tightly enough around them that the tip reached the small of Hakkai's back. "I understand," he assured. "Master Hakkai likes Hakuryuu for Hakuryuu; and I love Master Hakkai for Hakkai." He purposefully left out the title.

Hakuryuu pulled back just enough to turn in their embrace and look up at Hakkai with the brightest and sweetest smile. "I just want to look like what ever makes Hakkai's penis the hardest," he chirped proudly.
 
Last edited:
Hakuryuu was elated. He could tell so easily. Even in this form his mannerisms were almost identical. His smile didn't seem to want to wane, and for once he wasn't judging himself for it. How could he when his attention was so well soaked into his new little lover? On top of that, there was nearly no room for thought for the last thing that was spouted at him.

Hakkai had loosened his already loose grip to allow the dragon to turn in his hold, curling his arms just a bit tighter around him when he settled. He was being careful of those delicate wings, of course. When Hakuryuu concluded however, his grip tightened just a bit more; mainly for the tension that rolled through him from the sentence that also caused a rather uncouth snort to breach his sinuses.

The noise was the last straw. He'd attempted not to laugh at the adorably earnest comment. It wasn't funny on its own, but their group tended to be rather crass. It wouldn't be odd for any one of the others to say something so out there (barring Goku perhaps). But for it to be said in such a sweet, meaningful way; for that noise that pierced his own breath to follow it, something else rather uncommon in itself, Hakkai simple couldn't handle it. He burst into warm, jovial laughter.

As he did, he hugged Hakuryuu even closer. He was still being careful of his wings, his the tight embrace was pulled around his waist instead. And he leaned down to nuzzle cheeks and noses with him along side it. "You are so sweet, I simply can't stand it," he exclaimed through snickering pants.

It took a good moment for him to start to calm down. The clicking hiss of the hot pot was what finally allowed him to simmer into a warm chuckle, and them soft smile. "Come," he ordered warmly as he unfurled his arms from around his friend just enough to place them at his hips, turn him, and gently guide him toward the food.

He wasn't sure how he had managed, but the stock he'd ruined had already been tossed away, and the cutting board and knife had been cleaned of any signs of blood as well.

"Now," he started as he took Hakuryuu's hands into his own and began molding them perfectly into the pose they needed to begin.

"First we take the stock and place it on the board," he lifted their hands and closed his own around Hakuryuu's, making him pick the piece up and drop it onto the board. "Then we very carefully pick up our knife." This time he let go of one hand in order to carefully place the grip if the knife in Hakuryuu's other and closed it around it.

"The blade faces outward and we gently touch the tip against the board and lift the back end so that we may position the stock beneath it." Again he steered Hakuryuu's hands, a bit slower than needed to be sure Hakuryuu felt the movements properly.

"With our hand on the stock, we carefully curl back the fingers holding it, making sure we aren't exposing our fingers, and instead bring our knuckles toward the knife for safety." He pushed forward the stock slightly and brought down the knife to slice through it cleanly.

"When our hand that holds the stock gets near the knife, we let go and reposition it further back. And we do our best to make each cut the same size as the first one we've made here." He repeated the process until they had finished cutting the stock. Then he tilted their hands and used the dull side of the knife to drag the cut stock out of the way and began the process again.

After one more stock, and him helping to bring another, he let go of the hand that was moving the stock to allow Hakuryuu to do it himself. Though he wasn't willing to give up control of the knife just yet. His free hand landed atop feather soft hair and sat there mutely. He wouldn't pet, lest he pull Hakuryuu's focus from his task.

After a nice moment of silence between them that had Hakkai watching Hakuryuu's face a bit more than watching his hands, the nearsighted demon took in and let out a huff of a breath. He was debating what he wanted to say. Mainly because he was worried about how heavily it might effect his little friend. After a good thought on the matter however, he realized something quite clear.

"Hakuryuu," he mentioned in the same way he had before.

After all, despite having thought so at first, he certainly wasn't leading the dragon on with the confession. That simply wasn't possible at this point. "You realize it, yes?" The coo was soft as he brought his hand down to cover their knife weighing hand to stop from any reaction that might be too harsh for its weilding. "I love you as well."

Hakuryuu was so forthcoming with his emotions. While he might not have been willing to say such a thing so soon in any other circumstance, theirs was a very simple one; complicated as it may be. After all, he'd made a distinction before that seemed to have been picked up by his companion. One that he wanted to correct.
 
He didn't understand why Hakkai was laughing. All he'd done was explain his attempt to please his master; but he couldn't be upset. He trilled in laughter at the uncouth snort, and he copied Hakkai's following laughter with lively chirps. Hakuryuu returned the nuzzling in Ernest, perfectly proud of himself. Getting such happy noises from Hakkai wasn't uncommon, but getting them while it rained? He hummed in delight and waggled his tail. He was so focused on Hakkai, that the pop from the pot made him jump and chirp in surprise; but he was quickly soothed by his master.

Hakuryuu turned with the guidance and took his place in front of the counter. His bright eyes stared at their hands with an almost comical intensity. He moved his hands with Hakkai's, gauging just how hard to squeeze his newly acquired fingers. "Stock on the board," he repeated. "Sharp end out. Tip on the board." He curled his fingers as instructed. "Fingers have to curl," he told himself as they pushed the stock closer to the knife. "Same size cuts..."

His tongue poked out of his mouth and curled up along his cheek as Hakkai's hand left his. He inched the stock along and did his best to make the cuts even. He focused hard on his task, a look of concentration hardening his rounded features and narrowing his eyes. He didn't stop until his master said his name, and his tongue slipped back into his mouth. "Chu?" He looked up, confusion pinching his lips.

Hakuryuu looked back down at the cutting board, turning his head just enough to peek at Hakkai through the corner of his eye. "Does Hakkai love Kappa too?"
 
Hakkai watched warmly as Hakuryuu cut carefully at the stock. His cuts weren't even, but they were much better than he expected for a first try. He couldn't help but smile lightly as the dragon did his best to look almost nonchalant about the question he had to ask in return. Hakkai had been expecting it considering the time he tended to spend with Gokyo over his sweet companion.

"No." Instead of thinking on his answer for once, he simply spoke his thought process aloud for his friend to hear. He wanted to be as open and honest as possible.

"As I said before, Gojyo and I have a very complicated relationship. And while adding on to the one you and I have will complicate things some, it is still very simple," he explained as he tugged the knife gently from Hakuryuu's hand, wanting to finish the cutting quickly. If they waited much longer the lovely pot would begin to boil before he could ever get his veggies in there. He wanted to dish to simmer, not boil. This meant he would need to change the heat just before adding the stock.

"I do not love Gojyo, and he certainly does not love me. Our sexual relationship is one of convenience and one sided dominance. In exchange for sexual gratification, I am able to release my darker tendencies again Gjoyo and feed my sadistic side." As he quickly chopped the rest of the veg, making sure Hakuryuu's hands were out of the way now,, he peeked down on his friend lightly and added something he was sure he would find absolutely eating.

"Your and my relatio ship is quite simple in the fact that we love each other, and are now able to move forward to explore those feelings. With Gojyo and I, I rarely take sexual gratification from the equation. While I will do so when my body is truly in need of a release, that is the only thing Gojyo seeks from our sessions.

"Because of this we have come to a genuine agreement wherein I am the one in charge so long as I can deliver what it is Gojyo needs." Despite the small ramble he went on, he was quite sure what he had to say next would be the part that interested his little friend the most.

He quickly but carefully slid the vegetables and spuds into the pot and effectively reduce the temperature it was sitting at. They hadn't missed their deadline.

"In fact," he nearly hummed in anticipation of what the dragonkin would do in reaction to the news. "Because what I am seeking from the time I have with Gojyo is absolute control, Gojyo is not, and has not ever been, allowed to return any touches to my body in any way, save for a returned kiss here or there with explicit permission."

He smiled gently down at his new lover. "In fact, you are the first person that I have allowed to touch me in that way since..." a frown touched his lips and a melancholy look entered his eyes before he shook it off the best he could and tugged his smile back to his lips. "Since my wife."
 
He was surprised. There was usually a pause before Hakkai answered a question, especially one that seemed so important, but there wasn't one this time. His master answered with a quick, and decisive 'No.' that made Hakuryuu giddy. He grew even more so as Hakkai went on. He'd been worried before when Hakkai spoke about their relationship before; but he had no need to be. Their relationship may gain some complications, but it was still just as simple as Hakkai liked it.

Hakuryuu relented the knife, but didn't move from his spot between the counter and his master. He had to stop himself from turning around to give the man his usual nuzzles of appreciation, but in his larger form it was very possible that doing so could cause a few issues with the knife still in hand. Instead, he chirped in thought as Hakkai spoke.

He thought back to the scary face Hakkai had given him before, and he resisted a frighted shudder. How anyone could enjoy such terror amongst pleasure he could only guess, but if anyone would enjoy it, it would be Gojyo. Hakkai made it clear that he enjoyed being that sort of cruel, and Hakuryuu was more than happy to leave that part up to Kappa.

He watched as the veggies were gathered and put in the pot, unable to fully look away from the task he was meant to learn. Only once the pot had been covered and Hakkai's hands pulled away from the counter did Hakuryuu turn to face his master with a bright smile and a delighted trilling. Gojyo never got to touch Hakkai, but he did; and he'd be able to keep touching his master while the stupid Kappa would never have the chance. He would have thrown himself into his lover's arms had the mood not changed ever so slightly.

Hakkai frowned, and though the prideful joy he felt was strong, he couldn't bring himself to chirp and chu as he usually did. Instead, Hakuryuu lifted up his tail behind him and let it curl over his head. Then, he tickled the feather tip against Hakkai's cheek in a sweet manner. "Does that mean Hakuryuu gets to be second favorite?" he asked hopefully, anticipatory excitement making his wings flutter.
 
Hakkai pulled his face back purely for the surprise of the sweet attack. Unfortunately for him the slight turn of his head that came with it had him instead flinching into a silly, uncomfortable face as those feathers instead tickled his nose. A noise that would have been a squeak for any other person left his lips as he quickly shook his head and flinched against the feeling. A feeling that broadened his smile from the forced sweet one he'd had to offer.

His own silly reaction cause a huffed out chuckle to leave his lips as he opened them and lunged toward the tail tip with his mouth. He didn't bite, of course, simply capturing it between his lips and mock chewing with them while humming the happy tune of a well fed child. Though, he released it after a good moment and instead wrapped his arms heavily, though carefully around his friend's waist, pulling him close to his body and giving him a slightly firmer hug than usual.

The silly smile that he'd put on for Hakuryuu's enjoyment alone calmed back into something warm and sweet as he stared a gentle stare down on the dragonkin. "Second favorite?" The question sounded almost offended if not for that look he was offering. "Absolutely not," he huffed in a slightly pouty tone. "Second isn't nearly good enough. How about this instead?"

He leaned down and offered each exposed horn on the dragonkin's head a quick peck before landing his lips heavily against his forehead. "You are certainly my favorite man." He pulled back to land that same look on him, though this time it was seeking approval. "Will that suffice? I'm quite certain Kanan would be willing to share first place if you were willingto accept as well."
 
Hakuryuu trilled in amusement as he tickled his master's nose until an actualy smile returned to Hakkai's face. "Chu!" He chirped in mock panic as his tail was 'chomped,' but it was followed with louder laughter. He loved to play with Hakkai, and he loved that the proper man would only offer such silliness to him. The chortles were short lived, but the happy warmth in his chest didn't wane in the slightest.

His ears perked up as Hakkai spoke, and that strange heated feeling came back to his cheeks. He couldn't stop himself from wiping at his right cheek with the back of his hand, as if to wipe it off. He heard Hakkai kissing his horns, but couldn't feel it. He did feel those lips resting so sweetly on his forehead, and Hakuryuu hummed loudly in replace of his usual purr.

When Hakkai pulled back to look at him, Hakuryuu looked as if he couldn't contain himself any longer. His whole body was wiggling. "Hakuryuu is going to jump on Hakkai now," he warned. It hadn't gone well before, but hopefully a bit of warning would help. Even with their close proximity, Hakuryuu was still able to put a fair amount of force into his full on hugging tackle. "If it's really okay. Then I want to share first place with Kanan! As Hakkai's favorite man!"
 
The near sighted demon basked in the adorable blush he had caused to cover his friend's cheeks. And he found it absolutely adorable that the first thing he did was attempt to rub it away. It may be because it was an uncomfortable and new experience for him, but that didn't make it any less cute.

Curiosity rounded his eyes as the shorter male made his declaration and quickly followed it up with action. It was enough to be warned for the seasoned fighter, however. He caught the sweet dragon easily in his arms and held him close to nuzzle cheeks with him. "Wonderful," he congratulated warmly. "I would like that very much."

Soft eyes traveled over to the bags and small box he had brought back with him. "Oh," he added cheerily. "Did I mention that I got you a couple of prises while I was out?" He tilted his chin up slightly and turned his head in order to offer a quick nip to that newly formed button nose in a gentle tease.

"Want to guess what they are? I bet you can."
 
Hakuryuu chipped repeatedly as he was nuzzled, and returned it with vigor. He hummed in a purr as his nose was nipped, and offered back a tiny lick to Hakkai's. "I won a prize?" He asked curiously. He turned his head to look at the bag Hakkai had turned his attention to. His tail swished above his head and a look of hard thought scrunched Hakuryuu's face. What kind of gift had Master Hakkai brought him? It took a moment, but realization hit him with a bright "oh!"

He knew exactly what Hakkai had gotten! Their colored pencils had been worn down to nubs. His eyes sparkled in excitement. "Did Hakkai get more rainbow sticks?" He asked with a hopeful bounce on the balls of his feet. "Can we make pictures together? Please?"
 
"Very good, Hakuryuu," he cheered warmly as he lifted a hand to pet into feather soft hair and scritch lightly at his scalp. "I see I was right to assume you didn't fully hear my promise to color with you before. But considering it was a promise..."

With a warm chuckle, Hakkai eyed the bag a little more obviously. The one that held his other treat. "Care to guess what might be in there?" The question was followed with a happy hum as he held his dragon close and continued to pet at him in the same way.
 
A thoughtful hum vibrated his lips strangely, then he sniffed the air. It was difficult to smell anything other than his own musky scent, and the delicious aroma of their dinner. He closed his eyes and sniffed again, and it hit him. A puckering tingle under his tongue made his mouth water, and he knew exactly what Hakkai had brought back for him.

Hakuryuu chirped in excitement, bounced on the balls of his feet, clapped his hands, and in a fit of pure delight his body returned to its natural form in a puff of smoke. He circled around his master with happy trills. "Master Hakkai brought Hakuryuu gummies!" He cried out. They were a rare treat that Hakkai always looked out for when ever they stopped. "Can I have one now please?"
 
Hakkai's hands lifted away from their petting out of habit and shifted down a moment later to catch the falling yukata a moment later. A tired smile barely needed any force as a small wave of guilt attempted to assault their fun time. It touched soft green eyes as they watched the small dragon circle around him excitedly for a moment in an attempt to allow himself to enjoy it. Thankfully, he did.

With a nod, he stepped toward the table and led his little friend over. "Only one," he agreed. "We mustn't ruin our appetite before dinner. It's Goku's favorite tonight."

The smile he held for the small creature dropped the moment his attention shifted down to the cling-wrapped treat within the bag. It wasn't that he was trying to hide his mood from Hakuryuu. They both knew how he was feeling. In fact, even he was surprised at how differently he was acting. Though, he wasn't foolish enough not to realise that it was his lover that was causing that change. He could guess as to why. And while he didn't want to think about that reason in particular, he wouldn't be able to help it since just the feelings he held toward Hakuryuu had such potential to become something so alike to what he'd had in the past.

He only noticed how heavily he was frowning when he finished unwrapping the treat fully. This had him scolding himself rather quickly for potentially soiling Hakuryuu's treat. He took a moment to debate his next course of action but decided on one rather quickly. Taking the sour worm from the group, he quickly rolled the rest back up and put them back in the bag before turning his attention back on the dragon.

It was likely painfully obvious how forced the bright and cheery smile he landed on his face was as he held the thing up between the two of them. "You aren't going to make me try it again, are you?"

The smile he threw onto his face wasn't for Hakuryuu's sake though. It was purely selfish. The decision he'd made had been somewhat rash. He knew he would regret it; likely sooner rather than later. He couldn't rightly help it though. He was somewhat desperate to have that peace that his sweet dragon had been offering to him since his waking.
 
Last edited:
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top Bottom