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The sound of wet flesh smacking against flesh. The sulfur-tinged musk lending its weight to the air around them. The tight grip of powerful hands from a creature built for combat. The dominant and possessive growls rumbling out of a fanged maw dangerously close in proximity to him. The raw sensation of his body being distended beyond reason and snapping back that thick, blazing-hot spire was driven and then withdrawn.

Was there any wonder why Orion loved it?

Pinned against the wall of his bedroom, the raven-haired human was sweating profusely as his dragon buddy, Bunk, humped him forcefully, his hot breath washing over Orion’s head and making him shiver. Hot precum gushed into him, adding to the already copious volume he’d been filled with, a fair bit of which was leaking out of his ass around that thick tool, drooling over the fat knot that was slamming against Orion’s rear and threatening to embed within him. His breathless voice let out light, wavering cries as he felt the force of those thrusts batter his body - familiar by now, yet intense as ever. It would only be a matter of time before Bunk finished up, knotted him, and spewed his hot, virile dragon spunk deep inside his body…his own dick throbbed, splashed another jet of pre against the wall that was already dripping with something more substantial, Orion’s second peak imminent and inevitable with the powerful rutting.

“Gonna pack you nice and full…make sure you’re feeling the heat for days…” Orion’s finger’s curled and his back arched as Bunk slammed harder, really putting the pressure of that knot on him along with his ‘threat.’ Even if it wasn’t liable to actually happen - Orion always woke up cooled off back to normal, at least - it was a fun thing to imagine, being flooded so heavy with dragon cum that its presence would linger on him for so much longer than normal. And he’d do everything he could to encourage that, for sure, such as squeezing down on Bunk’s shaft, twisting a bit to add to the stimulation, and making his moans and cries louder to fuel Bunk’s lust. And, in this position, using his little leverage to push his butt back against Bunk’s cock and knot as he pounded in, encouraging more force and pleading wordlessly to get in all the rest of the way.

And finally, that was just what Bunk did - that knot slammed in, refused to relent, and Orion’s ass gave way, letting it sink inside and swell to its max, locking him firmly within. Such a wild stretch and a tight fit, even though by this point Orion had known it quite a lot, his rear was plenty accustomed to distorting to allow Bunk in, and it felt amazing. This alone got him shooting off, his weak spurts of white splashing against the wall moments before his innards became the canvas for Bunk’s jizz to mark up. Bunk’s yell was loud in his ears as he felt each forceful jet of searing seed flood into him, adding extra depth and weight to the stretch he was already feeling, spurring the human’s own climax on ever further and higher. Stretched to his limit, he could hardly add to the tension, barely able to tighten those muscles to work on that knot further, but he did what he could, encouraging Bunk to give him every drop that he could muster out of those top-notch nuts that worked so hard to give Orion his gift.

Panting, Bunk pulled them away from the wall and flopped back onto the bed, the lean frame of Orion plopped on top of his heaving chest as his buff arms wrapped around his human. He was still going off, would be for a little while yet, and his knot probably wouldn’t be leaving Orion until during their sleep. “Rrrr…I swear you might feel better every time we do this…”

“Heh…maybe you’re just breaking me in better, bud…”

“If that’s the case, I wonder what you’ll feel like fully broken in. I might not be able to stop.”

“Somehow I think you’ll be able to hold yourself back.” Orion reached up and rubbed Bunk’s snout and face. “Though I’m not sure how well I’ll be able to myself, you feel so good it’s hard to compare to anything else.”

“Guess we’ll just have to find out when we get there.” Bunk let out a hefty yawn. “Mmm, perfect way to end the day…sleep tight, heh.”

Orion let out a light snort of amusement. _Yeah, like I’ll be sleeping any other way, plugged up and wrapped up like this. _ He couldn’t say he minded, though, this was the way he slept at least twice a week in the last three months. Ever since Bunk had finally confessed his desires to him, the two had been quite eager to make up for lost time, coupling at least once a day, with evening being the most typical time. It just ended up working better that way, it was easier to keep things private like that, and it was something they still wanted to keep private for the time being. Eventually the truth would probably be laid bare, but that was something they’d face down the road. For now, it was best just the way they did it - the two of them teasing each other here and there until they’d worked themselves up enough that Orion getting plowed by Bunk was inevitable, and just enjoying the ride from there. Of course, it wasn’t just his ass that got his fill of the dragon, Orion had tasted plenty of parts of Bunk by now, they’d had a couple times where the dragon’s mountainous member had ground against his own, he’d been bathed in Bunk’s spunk a few times, and he’d started looking into ways to spice things up further. Orion had particularly taken interest in toys and ties, a couple things that sounded like they could be fun and make for a more comprehensive experience…Bunk generally seemed content with how things were but had said he was open to new ideas.

Though perhaps that was because he was deferring to Orion on that. Bunk was as driven in bed as one could imagine, very much the image of a big horny beast ready to let his rut out and take charge of whoever was there to take it in. Yet, Orion had noticed over these three months that Bunk was rather suspiciously quick to do whatever Orion had suggested he do - if he teased it earlier, it would be foremost in what they did later. Certainly not a problem, but an interesting observation, and it had Orion wondering if Bunk was following his lead even as he was playing the role of large and in charge. And his mind was curious about ways to test and push that, even if at the end of the day being fucked and filled was his most ideal goal.

Yet, as rough and forceful as Bunk was, Orion knew he was holding back. He could feel it in the tension of his muscles, in the slightly unsteady strength of his movements, and just in the way that Bunk was. The dragon had another level, one that would certainly leave Orion utterly beyond resistance…the way the dragon’s knot had smacked against him earlier, Orion was dead certain that if Bunk wanted, he could have shoved it in at any time, impose his will on his comparatively feeble human body and show the true magnitude of his power. Yet, he never did, even when Orion felt like he wanted to, even when Orion subtly invited it…was he still worried about breaking Orion? The way they talked, it sounded like that wasn’t possible, no matter what Bunk did, but the illusion could be pretty powerful. Sometimes Orion thought about just coming out and saying outright that he wanted Bunk to try, but he too held back, not wanting to distress the dragon if there was something more to it. It was possible he just wanted to build up to that, or maybe it wasn’t as satisfying to him to go that far…he’d talk about it with Bunk at some point if things didn’t change.

But not that night, and probably not tomorrow. Orion let his thoughts settle as he drifted off in Bunk’s arms. Right now, things were fine, and there was no sense introducing any potential disruptions. After all, he knew life had a way of doing that for him…

---

The next morning saw them rising a bit later than usual, though it wasn’t much of a problem as there was nothing on the schedule for that day. The weather was looking suspicious, somewhat dark gray clouds gathered overhead, suggesting that heading out was probably not the best idea. That was fine by Orion, sometimes it was nice to have a day to lounge around - particularly since they’d needed to do a bit of clean-up after last night’s fun. With that out of the way, the lazy day could proceed apace.

“We’re gonna have to hit the grocery store soon, buddy.” Bunk was scouring the cabinets for something that suited his fancy. “Seems like we could stand to stock up on more, I’m not finding anything appetizing here.”

“There’s plenty of food up there, you just want to eat something else.”

“Isn’t that as good an excuse as any? You think it’s a good idea to keep a hungry dragon waiting?”

“The only danger there is to you being hungry is to the local burger joint,” Orion riposted, sticking his tongue out at Bunk. “Maybe if it doesn’t start pouring we’ll head out there so you can snarf down a bunch of them and then be too sleepy afterwards to do anything.”

“Hey, I won’t eat THAT many! Just a dozen or so!”

“You’re gonna turn into a Drum Chunker Dragon if you try to eat that many.”

“Bah, I get more than enough exercise. You’re probably more at risk of getting tubby than I am.”

“I don’t eat nearly as much as you, and I usually eat healthier.”

“Yeah, but you’re human, you don’t have the kind of metabolism we dragons have!” Bunk puffed up his chest proudly as he said that, as if it was some kind of accomplishment.

“I don’t think-” Orion’s response was forestalled as he heard a heavy knock on the door. “Huh? Were you expecting anyone today, Bunk?”

“Nope...I’m guessing you weren’t either,” replied the dragon. “Maybe a neighbor?”

“No way, they aren’t that heavy-handed. Sounded like they almost were trying to beat the door down.” Curious, Orion stepped over to the door and opened it up - and was almost immediately bowled over. Standing in the doorway, arms folded and looking as imposing as one would expect, was another Drum Bunker Dragon - a very well-known one, to both of them.

Bunk’s jaw dropped as he looked over. “Father?!”

“Well, it’s certainly not your mother.” No, it was absolutely Drum, Bunk’s father and the chief of the Drum Bunker Clan, looking at them with an intense gaze that neither one could divine whether it was approving, angry, happy, or what. “What, aren’t you going to invite your old man in?”

Bunk seemed to be at a loss for words. Thankfully, Orion found his. “I guess I don’t see why not. Uh, nice to meet you, sir.” He stepped aside, allowing Drum to enter. His presence seemed almost too large for their place, though maybe that was just his perception - one of the most famous dragons in the world had just shown up at his door, of course he’d be a bit intimidated by that.

“Mmhmm, mmhmm...not a bad place, I suppose. Clean, upscale...a bit on the small side.” Drum’s remarks seemed rather casual, making it unclear if he was really judging the place or just trying to make it seem like he was. “Can’t imagine you have much in the way of guests...perhaps I’ll have to help you prepare for that.”

Somehow Bunk finally got his head unscrambled. “Father, what ARE you doing here?”

“Fulfilling a tradition, son. When a chief’s son is partnered with a human, it’s standard practice for their father to visit them occasionally, to see how they’re getting along. My father certainly did it to me, so of course I have to carry that on.”

“Did you...did you really?”

“Come, Bunk, it’s not going to destroy you to have me visit for a bit. I only want the best for you, after all, and I need to meet this buddy that you’re so tightly bound with. I should get to know what he’s like, if he’s going to be partnered with my son for the foreseeable future.”

Bunk didn’t seem convinced, and Orion had a feeling he knew why: Bunk had said in the past that Drum didn’t have much interest in meeting Orion, so this was a change of position that probably had his buddy suspicious. And he couldn’t forget that it had only been a few months ago that Bunk had abdicated his prospective chieftainhood to return to their partnership, an incident which had, according to Orion, not been received particularly well. Was this a ploy to try to lure him back? Or was he genuinely interested in Orion? The human didn’t know, but already he was thinking about covering all his bases, making a strong impression to Drum and ensuring that he was satisfied with the way things were going. He’d want to anyway, but that made it especially important.

“Well, uh, sir-”

“Please, just Drum. We don’t need to be too formal, now, do we?”

“Ah, well, then, Drum. I’m happy to meet you for the first time...I’ve heard a lot about you, as I’m sure you probably know. Uh, would you like something to eat? We were just talking about needing to go to the store, but I’m sure we have a few things for you in the meantime.”

Drum turned towards Orion, rubbing his chin. “Well, now, I wouldn’t say no if you happened to have any pudding.”

“Seriously, father?” groaned Bunk.

Orion rubbed his head. “I guess we should probably move our grocery trip up to today, then. Why don’t you come along and pick a few things out?”

“A fantastic idea, kid. Might as well do that before cooling my heels, eh?”

“Sure...I’m not a kid, though.”

“You’re both kids compared to me, so don’t expect me to change up much. But your name’s Orion, right? Pleasure to meet you, hopefully I’ll think of you just as highly as my son does.”

“Yeah, I hope you do.” Except for the part where he wants me to ride his cock, at least...that would be a bit TOO close...

---

A couple hours later saw Bunk and Orion back in their apartment, with a fully stocked larder and refrigerator and a houseguest of impressive stature both literally and figuratively. Orion could hardly believe that the legendary Drum Bunker Dragon was sitting at his table, gulping down pudding like it was staving off death. The previous empty trash can was about half full with empty containers, and that was only a fraction of what the dragon had actually bought...thankfully, not on Orion’s dime.

The strange pudding obsession aside, though, Orion thought things were going pretty well, certainly better than Bunk seemed to think. Drum seemed plenty nice enough, and while there were some fussy remarks, nothing too overbearing. Maybe it was just that Bunk had a history of trouble with his father, but so far Orion wasn’t seeing the big deal...apart from the fact that he was clearly embarrassing the shit out of his son at the moment by talking about his childhood.

“You should have seen him! Huddled next to the tree, bawling his eyes out! When we finally got him to stop, he said that he’d forgotten which way was left and which was right! Oh, it was a good while before he went to the forest training grounds alone again!” Drum was regaling this all with quite a bit of amusement, while Orion couldn’t help but snicker, and Bunk had his head down on the table covered with his hands. “To this day, every time he looks over at that forest I still see him tremble a bit!”

“He still goofs up left and right, too,” added Orion with a laugh. “I must call him on it at least once a week! I thought about getting him these bracelets that had L and R written on them so he’d be able to use them to help, but he told me he’d probably just put them on backwards!”

“End me now…” groaned Bunk. It would have been easier to protest if anything that had been said had been untrue in the slightest…

“Consider it payback from when you spent hours laughing over my baby pictures,” the human cracked, sticking his tongue out at Bunk. “Now I know why you’re leery about visiting woodsy areas at least!”

“You haven’t even heard the best of it yet,” added Drum with a wide smile. “He’s knocked himself out on his own weapon, twice!”

“What? Really?”

“Fatherrrrrr!” Bunk moaned piteously.

“First time was when he was a lot younger. I told him not to run around recklessly with a weapon that was too big for him, but he always liked to charge in eagerly. Well, this one time he was running forward at top speed, tripped, and faceplanted right into the drill! Bang, boom, good night. I’m glad he stayed out for a bit because I was fallen over, I was laughing so hard.”

“Oh, no! That’s gotta be the worst way to foul things up!”

“Oh, just you wait. The second time was a few years later, he was bigger and could handle his weapon better. Not quite as well as he seemed to thing he could, though...I don’t know where he got the idea, but somehow he decided that he should be ‘flashy’ with the way he wielded his weapon, and was trying to show off what he’d been practicing. Spinning it around, flipping it from hand to hand, just trying to be fancy, I suppose...well, he didn’t look so fancy when he fumbled it, which he did a LOT. But the last time he tried it, he did more than fumble, he lost control of it and when it spun, it SMACKED him-” Drum exemplified with a fist to his open hand, “and it was lights out! And there were a lot of people looking on when he did that...you can bet that was the last time he tried anything like that!”

“Auuugh...that still hurts to remember,” griped Bunk. “I felt like such an idiot…”

Orion patted him on the back. “Ah, cheer up! We all have idiot moments. You saw more than your share of mine, too!”

“Doesn’t really make them less painful. Ugh, I hate being reminded how much of a fool or doofus I was...you just know that’s what people are thinking about, not anything I did that was really good or useful…”

“Hey, now, I’m sure they’re mostly remembering you for the good things! I mean, it’s not like you were a constant screw-up, you just had a few regrettable moments! And people let go of those things pretty quickly - I mean, they talk about our darn good record for the most part, not the disasters of our early buddyfights!”

Bunk winced. “Oof. Yeah, THAT’S a reminder I could do without. We weren’t exactly on the same page at first, were we?”

Orion nodded. “Maybe not, but we got there, and that’s what matters.”

“Ah...you remind me so much of myself and Gao back in the day.” Drum was getting a look on his face, his focus less on the two of them than whatever images his memory was conjuring up. “We definitely had our differences at first, it took a bit for us to resonate, but when we did...all the experiences we had, it was really something. He was always spirited enough to push back against me when I wasn’t at my best, and helped me to become the more mature person I needed to be to take on the role of chief. I owe him a lot...”

Something about the way Drum spoke about Gao seemed a little bit odd to Orion...this wasn’t the first time the elder dragon had gone into reminiscence mode, and he’d started to pick up on this unusual quality after the first couple. Drum certainly seemed to cherish the memories, that was not in question, but there was something more...it almost sounded a little bit regretful, somehow. He wasn’t really sure how or why, and didn’t feel it appropriate to ask, but he couldn’t help but be a bit curious. “I remember hearing them talk about how the two of you together could have been a force in the matches for years. Sometimes they even sounded disappointed that you parted ways, like they wanted to force you two to be their champions or something.”

“That’s just their priorities. Gao and I always had different ones. After all, I had something I had to do, and Gao knew that this was the case and didn’t try to stop it. Which isn’t to say I didn’t catch up with him again here and there...ah, but it’s been a while since I last had the chance to visit him, I wonder how he’s doing.”

“Seems to me you could go visit him, oh, right now,” grumped Bunk.

Drum’s expression fell a bit as he looked off to the side. “Well, I can’t really right now...he’s busy, his life has its own direction. He’s...erm, married, and has his work, so it’s hard to get in touch. I should try to reach out, see when we could meet back up again…”

That seemed an odd response to Orion - Gao might not have been entirely available, to be sure, but why couldn’t the dragon at least drop by to chat and arrange something? Unless Gao was just living a ridiculously packed life that didn’t allow for that...that was possible, he had to admit. And it certainly sounded like Drum regretted the lack of opportunity, which might have been why he was itching to come visit Bunk...he also sounded oddly tense mentioning that Gao was married, maybe his wife wasn’t too keen on the dragon? That was just speculation, though, and none of his business anyway. “Well, I’m sure you’ll be able to at some point. I have to imagine it’ll be nice to catch back up.”

“I’m sure it will be...but, in the meantime, spending time with my son will be just as meaningful. I’ve not even touched on all the stories yet...I should tell you about the first time he tried our special peppers, that’s a good one.”

“Augh!” Bunk groaned arduously, and Orion had to laugh, more at the reaction than the thought of the story. Bunk might have been agonizing over it, but Orion didn’t think things were going that badly...perhaps it was just a father-son thing, but he thought this visit would go just fine.

---

It didn’t take long, though, for Orion to come around more to Bunk’s point of view. They said that after a few days guests, like fish, began to stink. Apparently dragons were no exception.

Bunk got tired of it a lot faster than Orion did, unsurprisingly, but the reasons for it were things that were somewhat grating on Orion as well. For instance, Drum pushing Bunk to do more training, despite the fact that their place was NOT made for that sort of thing, nor was there any real need for them to train beyond their normal schedule. The pushiness bothered Orion, who liked the place where he lived to be a place of rest - practice and training were for other facilities made for those purposes, and Drum was disrupting that. Also bothering him was Bunk, for all he resisted, didn’t really try to tell Drum off; one of them or the other would relent, but Bunk didn’t tell Drum to stop pestering him - in fact, Orion had to waylay the efforts himself a couple of times.

Another issue was Drum’s subtle criticism of his lifestyle. He didn’t come out and say anything directly negative, but the constant questioning was getting to Orion. Questions like what he was planning on doing with his life (something Orion hadn’t really settled on yet), or why he wasn’t more social, or his eating habits, or his fitness, or a litany of other things that didn’t really seem necessary. And Orion noticed that whenever he heard an answer to these, particularly one that seemed dissatisfactory, later he’d be regaling them about Gao and making mention of what Gao was like in those respects. And as much as Orion respected Gao, these were details about his life that Orion simply had no interest in.

But the big one came after their next Buddyfight. Drum had insisted on watching, which Bunk didn’t seem all that happy with, but Orion had encouraged him to not dwell on it too much, perhaps he’d be impressed seeing the two of them together if they could pull off a victory. That had given Bunk a bit of needed encouragement, which they’d taken into the match with them...it had turned out to be a solid victory in their favor, not total domination but they had held the edge from start to finish. It was the kind of win Orion really enjoyed, not too stressful yet plenty engaging; he didn’t like it when it was too easy, he tended to check out when that happened. But he was certain that it would help show Drum that the two of them were fine and he didn’t need to be so uptight about things.

How wrong he was. The moment Drum was in front of them, he began to harangue and berate - not Bunk, but Orion. Criticizing the cards he’d used, criticizing the strategy he’d employed, asking why he didn’t use several cards Orion didn’t even have, and generally acting like the two of them had just been through a crushing defeat rather than a decisive victory. And there was a common refrain running through it all: Drum constantly talking about how he and Gao would have done it, as if Orion should somehow have magically known that or even cared.

It definitely had Orion bristling like never before. He wasn’t Gao, and again, even considering the respect he had for the famous Buddyfighter, he had no interest in being a copycat. Orion had always been determined to forge ahead and do his own thing, being unique was more important to him than trying to ape the famous. He was open to constructive criticism of his approach (at least, he was NOW…), but this sort of thing he couldn’t stand. After about seven or eight remarks where he couldn’t get a word in edgewise, Orion got an opening when Drum took a breath and stated in no uncertain terms that he was NOT Gao, was not going to BE Gao, and if he was that intent on seeing Gao have a match he needed to go seek Gao out and get him to do one himself. Drum was clearly not pleased by this response, and though he shut up, Orion could tell he was stewing. Not the only dragon drawing his ire, though, as Bunk had just stayed silent and groused himself the whole time...Orion was getting a bit tired of not getting anything out of Bunk here, he could rail on about his father endlessly when they weren’t around him, but shriveled up when they were.

So it was the case when they were in their bedroom after the match, and Bunk was venting. “It’s always like that! Always about how he did it and how Gao did it and on and on! It’s ridiculous how damned overbearing he is! And it’s always worst with me, my siblings don’t get it nearly this bad!”

“His harping on me not playing that match exactly like Gao would was pretty annoying,” agreed Orion, with a definite tightness in his voice. “It’s not as if Gao was some undefeated wizard, either, I wouldn’t automatically be more successful doing it that way.”

“I know, right? But he still acts like everything has to be that way, like I’m his little carbon copy or something! And any little thing that’s different, that’s a bad thing, I mean, he even fucking got on my case for not being that enthused about pudding! Like, it’s not that much of a damn miracle food! And always going on about Gao, I swear, I get so sick of it!”

“You don’t exactly do a great job of showing it.”

Bunk did a double-take, looking hard at Orion. “What the hell’s that supposed to mean? You think I’m just faking being this frustrated or something?”

“No, but it sure as hell doesn’t cure anything to gripe at ME about it. Maybe if you actually let Drum have it instead, it might do more than clamping your mouth shout in sulking at him!”

“I-it’s not that easy! Do you have any idea what he’s like?! How fucking hard it was for me to even push away from him when he wanted me to...you know! I can’t just come out and say whatever I want to him-”

“Oh, don’t give me that!” Orion snapped harshly, cutting Bunk off. “I gave him one straight shot down, told him how I felt and that he needed to back off, and he was done! Sure, he didn’t fuckin’ like it, but he had to deal with it, now, didn’t he? And of the two of us, I’M the one he could yeet halfway across the city without even looking, so what’s your excuse?!”

Bunk fell silent, looking stricken, and Orion’s heart danced for a couple beats as he wondered if he’d gone too far. But eventually, the dragon deflated, moaning contritely. “Jeez...yeah...you’re right. I haven’t really stood up to him much, have I? Ugh...it’s just...I know, it shouldn’t be so hard, but…”

“You said you don’t want to be in his shadow,” Orion continued, softer this time. “How can you make that happen if you let him drag you back and don’t push away?”

“...Not very well. Which is about how well it’s gone so far.” Bunk slumped dejectedly onto the bed. “Look, it’s...you’re right, in ways, but you DON’T know what it’s like, Yeah, Drum could overpower you, but he’s as restrained as it gets around humans, he wouldn’t lay a hair on your head unless you pushed him to the absolute limit. Me, though...he wouldn’t have any reservations about fighting ME. The day I told him I wasn’t going to take his place as chief, he was ready to throw down, and he was HOT...if it wasn’t for my sister Kera stepping in and accusing him of rejecting her just because she was a female, I don’t think I would have gotten away without getting beaten up badly. I don’t think she really thought that was it, but she put him on the defensive, and that defused things enough that I could push away. But standing up to him alone...he won’t worry about going all out on me, that’s how he trained with me for a long time.”

Orion hadn’t heard those details about Bunk’s escape from that commanded duty before, and it was not the nicest revelation. “Oh, jeez...did he hit you a lot before that?”

“I mean, we’re dragons. We fight. It’s something we do, especially in our clan. He’s gotten rough with all of us, and us with him. He’s never, you know, tried to hit me just to make me obedient or anything, but he was never afraid about putting us through our paces. And if he thought he needed to prove a point or something...I don’t think he’d have any trouble going all out on me.”

Considering the prospect on an angry Drum charging at him, Orion was starting to see why Bunk might be nervous. “Still...even if you know you’re going to have to fight, standing your ground is important. We don’t run from one of our matches just because we’re gonna take a few shots, right?”

“Maybe, but...I’m worried that if he’s convinced he can get his way by force, he’ll do it every time. And if I’m not strong enough…”

“Jeez. You think he’s really gonna take it that far?”

Bunk shrugged. “I guess I don’t know for sure, but maybe? Father is...incredibly driven and can be absolutely relentless. He adamantly doesn’t want to let things go if he thinks he can make them happen. In some ways, it’s good, I’m sure, but when it comes to me...you know, I wanted to get a buddy in order to live a life that was more my own, get away from him and be my own person, but father insisted I get a buddy purely to follow in his footsteps. He basically wanted me to have the exact same path in life that he did with Gao. I’m pretty sure that’s why he gets annoyed when you don’t behave like Gao, because he thinks you’re supposed to be.”

“That’s ludicrous,” Orion remarked with a shake of his head. “Even if I was more like Gao, and I wouldn’t want to be...Gao faced some major potential disasters that threatened to throw the whole world into upheaval. There’s just nothing like that going on now. That has to be a lot of what shaped things for them, that can’t just be replicated.”

“And I wouldn’t want to be on the front lines of that anyway, to be honest,” agreed Bunk. “But I think that’s part of why Father is so relentless, because so much more was on the line for him. I just can’t convince him that it’s not the same for me, and that not everyone has to be forged in fires like that...but no, he has his way of thinking, it decided I was going to be the chief before I was even born, no say in whether I actually wanted that. I guess I finally did say something...but even then, I needed someone else to back me up, or I probably wouldn’t have succeeded. And then I would’ve lost the only thing that meant a real damn to me in my entire life…”

“You stood up. That’s the important thing.” Orion put a hand on Bunk’s shoulder. “You don’t have to go it alone, Bunk, it’s all right to get support from someone else when you’re trying to take a stand. Especially when you’re worried about what’s going to happen. But, man, you HAVE to be willing to do the same. I’m trying to push back against Drum now, and your staying silent isn’t making that any easier.”

“I understand...sorry, Orion. You’re right, I’m not gaining anything ranting about it in private, I need to man up and confront him. And I need to show solidarity when you do. I’ll try to do better, I promise.”

“Good. Because I know you can do it. And you know the two of us standing together, we don’t let anything get in our way, right?”

Bunk took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and gave Orion a small smile. “Right. We’ll find a way to win in the end.”

“Exactly.” Leaning in, Orion gave Bunk a kiss right on the front of his mouth, his hand starting to rub against Bunk’s chest. “And once you’ve fended him off, you know you’ll be getting plenty of reward in return…not just peace from him, but also more chances for us to have private time again…”

“Unhh…” Bunk moaned as Orion started to toy with him a bit. “Thought we said…we weren’t gonna do this while he was around…”

“We can’t go all the way…but I’ve been pining for a little taste of you, at least.” Orion pushed into Bunk, caressing the dragon’s body. Bunk’s objections seemed to drop as he wrapped his arms around Orion, returning the kiss as he pulled the human into him. Maybe a brief bit of kissing and petting would be fine…he was hardly patient with the chastity as well, the past few days since Drum had arrived had been the first they hadn’t had sex since his return, and it was crazy how much he was missing it already. He would have loved to just tear the clothes off of Orion and hump him silly right then and there, but there was no way the noise of that would pass unnoticed, and the embarrassment of his father asking about that…this was much quieter, much easier to get away with, and even if it wasn’t all he wanted, it would at least tide him over.

Orion moaned into Bunk’s tongue, leaning into the dragon so much he was practically laying against him. He felt Bunk’s hands cup his rear, gripping a cheek firmly to draw the human in even more. Orion responded with a hand up by Bunk’s head, running his fingers through that fiery mane. Too much of this, he wasn’t sure he could hold himself back, his arousal was already starting to pick up…maybe he needed to stop now, but Bunk was just so desirable, it had been so long…

And then the door opened. Suddenly Orion and Bunk had to pull away from each other, looking in shock over at the doorway, where Drum was glaring at them with white-hot anger in his eyes. “Father!” Bunk yelped, his own eyes shooting wide open with fear.

“I should have known this was why you were ditching your duties!”

“Whoa, what the hell?!” yelled Orion. “Were you fucking listening in on us?!”

“You think I’m going to let you shirk your responsibility for a cheap lay? I’ll pound some sense into you yet, whelp!” Drum’s eyes flashed, and suddenly the back wall of the room seemed to open up into a swirling portal. Neither one had time to react before Drum charged forward, grabbed Bunk by his armor, and tossed him into the portal, Bunk letting out an echoing cry that faded away. Orion started to protest, but Drum snatched him up by the shirt and tossed him through as well, knocking him topsy-turvy as he hurtled through, his last thought before blacking out that he knew where he was going.

---

It wasn’t the first time Orion had been to Dragon world...but it was the first time he’d had such a painful entrance to it. Crashing to the ground was not his idea of a good time, especially with Bunk being close enough to almost land on one of his horns - as it was, his shorts got caught on it, ripping them up to just short of the waistband, matching his wrecked shirt from Drum grabbing it and tearing it. He groaned as he sat up, rubbing his shoulder and wincing. “Fuckin’ hell, what was that all about?!”

“It’s about taking some responsibility for once.” Orion twisted around, a bit painfully, to see Drum land not far away from them, the remnants of the portal closing behind him. Beside the human, Bunk was scrambling to his feet, looking panicked as that severe expression of his father’s bore down on them. “Something that you’ve failed to achieve, Orion...my son is no more mature than when he left, no more prepared for his duties. I thought better of you, clearly I should have realized from the way he was acting that you weren’t suitable.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Bunk snapped angrily.

“I’m talking about you, whelp!” fired back Drum, the heat in his eyes making Bunk retreat a step. “You were sent to learn from this experience, and instead I find out that you’re wasting time lounging around and rutting, rather than growing as the future chief of the Drum Bunker clan should! Having a human buddy was supposed to hone you, not make you sloppy like this - Gao never would have stood for such a thing!”

“Ngh...F-father, we’ve been over this! Kera is-”

“Don’t give me any of that nonsense! I’m not allowing you to force your responsibilities on others!”

“She WANTS to be the clan leader, father! Did you even bother to listen to her?!”

“You have nothing but excuses, Bunk! Just like a child! Weak and pathetic! I don’t know what happened to you, but it’s clear I’m going to have to take a much more active role in fixing it. You’ll be coming back to the clan and we’re going to forge you into the chieftain you were meant to be! And this human is going to watch and learn a few lessons of his own, so maybe he can be a better example like Gao was!”

“I’m not…” Bunk clenched his jaw and his fists, trying to steel himself. “I’m not going back there! I told you I didn’t want that, stop trying to dictate my life!”

“Hmph, so it’s going to be by force, is it? Very well!” Drum lunged forward, grabbed Bunk by the neck, and hurled him to the ground, hard enough for the younger dragon to bounce. Bunk was back up quickly, but he’d clearly felt that blow and was scrambling to catch up. He took a couple swings as Drum got close again, but Drum dodged expertly and delivered a hook that sent Bunk staggering back.

Orion was almost in a panic. Holy shit, holy shit...Bunk wasn’t exaggerating, Drum’s not even holding back! It was a frightening thing, having to stand back and watch helplessly as his buddy was attacked...he couldn’t jump in, even a wayward fist could potentially end him. He couldn’t even say anything to help Bunk...this wasn’t a buddyfight, this was just a brawl, and for as much experience as Orion had in the former, he was utterly unfamiliar with the latter. And as messy as this looked, he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to get to know it.

Looking at the two, it should have been a fairly even match. Bunk was smaller than Drum, but not by that much, and in terms of physique the two were close to even. But the actual action was anything but even...Bunk looked almost as panicked as Orion felt, his expression was one of constant anxiety, and his efforts to counterattack were wild and frantic, almost desperate. Seeing it all made Orion regret his snapping at Bunk...he hadn’t really realized how serious it was, Bunk must have been utterly terrified of this outcome from the start.

Bunk was getting pretty badly rocked, and in rather quick fashion at that. An attempt to rush and tackle Drum saw the elder dragon sidestep him and deliver an elbow to the back of his head, causing him to crash to the ground. He was getting up slower every time he took a hard landing, and was panting harder as he did; the fight was definitely taking its toll, especially with so many strikes landed. And every time he looked at Drum, he had to deal with that withering glare that threatened to send him to his knees, mewling for forgiveness...he couldn’t let himself do that, that would be the real pathetic display, but he didn’t know how much longer he could continue to get beaten up, either. He managed to goad Drum into a swing that left him open and delivered a kick to the elder dragon’s side, knocking him off-balance, something he could build on...but he waited a fraction of a second too long to follow it up, and Drum blocked his jab, grabbing his arm and swinging him around once before tossing him back to the ground. The edge was lost, and Bunk coughed as he tried to rise back up, body shaking and fighting against him; that one had got him good.

“A disgraceful effort, whelp.” Drum’s words cut into Bunk. “Screwing must be the only exercise you’re getting. You can’t expect to have real strength if you aren’t willing to push yourself. Are you done pretending, or do I have to continue to make my point?”

“F-father...ngh…” Bunk struggled to get back to his feet, and even then his hands were on his knees. His shaky body wasn’t cooperating very well, it seemed like his choices were getting more and more limited...Orion knew it was over unless he did something. He didn’t know what he could do, but the swinging had stopped, it might be his only chance to get through to Drum...and, well, hadn’t he just spent a lot of time talking about supporting others in the moment?

It was that mindset, and a reckless disregard for personal safety, that had him skittering over to put himself between Drum and Bunk as the former started to approach the latter again. “Hey, enough! Haven’t you done enough already? What, you get some sick thrill out of beating the shit out of your own kid?”

Drum glowered at the human, that same fiery gaze that he had harassed Bunk with...Orion could see why it left such an impression on the dragon, but he remained resolute. “It wouldn’t have had to happen if you’d done your job the way you were supposed to. You’re supposed to bring out the best in your partners, and you failed.”

“Bullshit. I didn’t do exactly the thing you wanted, that means I’m somehow bad? Despite the fact that we’re constant buddyfight winners? Bunk and I make a great team, we just don’t have the goal you want, and I couldn’t give less of a shit about YOUR goals! Try living your own life rather than someone else’s for once!”

“You don’t understand anything, don’t pretend that you do!” fired back Drum. “Just because your life has no cares or responsibilities doesn’t mean no one else has them!”

That ticked Orion off quite effectively. “Oh, bite me! You keep shouting about responsibilities this and responsibilities that! The only reason he has anything is because you just up and decided he was going to be your next chief for no reason whatsoever! What, do you just agree you have to do whatever because some random asshole tells you they want you to? You’ve got other kids who’d be happy to do it, and you know it!”

“I have no interest in getting any lectures from a human who couldn’t live up to his own duties! Gao never would have been so careless, he would have done everything he could to help his buddy live up to his duties-”

“Would you shut up about him already? If you wanted him to have Gao, you should have tossed him at Gao and been done with it! Guess what, I’m not Gao and I don’t want to be! And I don’t think I should have to put up with a goddamn temper tantrum just because you’re bitter that you couldn’t fuck your buddy like Bunk can!”

The whole world seemed to freeze solid for a moment as soon as those words left Orion’s mouth. Bunk was staring at his buddy bug-eyed, while Drum looked like he’d just been electrocuted. Deep inside, Orion was screaming bloody murder at himself. What the hell is wrong with you, why would you say something like that?! What were you even thinking?! But...he was slowly registering a hurt and sadness in Drum’s eyes that was slowly bleeding through the shock, and suddenly the gears were turning. The way he always seemed both nostalgic and regretful at the same time when talking about Gao, and the borderline obsession he had with him, and the tension at mentioning his marriage…

...Holy shit. He wanted to fuck Gao. He STILL wants to fuck Gao. That’s what this is really all about. And as soon as Orion knew that, he knew what he had to do. “That’s really what this all is over, isn’t it? You can’t stand that we’re intimate because you couldn’t do the same with with Gao. You two...you had the same thing once, didn’t you?”

“I...it was...we just...we were...it...we had a...it was, it was complicated…” Now it was Drum that was way out of sorts, struggling to find the words.

Orion seized on the admission and pushed harder. “It doesn’t seem that complicated. You had feelings for him. You WANTED him.”

“I...we...we were...there was...we had...it just kind of...came out of nowhere...these feelings for each other, strong and intense, and...we wanted to act on them, we really did...it was almost painful NOT to…”

“But you didn’t.”

“It was...it was too much.” Drum slumped a bit. “Things were so tense, the threats were so bad...we just...we couldn’t focus on that sort of thing. And...we...we knew we were going to go our separate ways...I had my duties as successor to my tribe’s chief, and Gao had...had other things to focus on as well...the heartache, if we had gotten deep into our feelings only to be fulled apart…our futures just weren’t in line with each other...but I still...I never...really stopped wanting that...”

“Things were pretty bad back then,” said Orion. “I can see why you might have thought it would get in the way of doing what you guys did. But it’s not like that now. We’re not up against some thing that threatens to upend the world or any junk like that...we’re just buddies doing our thing. And we’re already deep into our feelings and our futures AREN’T looking to split apart. And trying to force us into the same kind of situation you were in just because you’re hurt that we’re getting to do what you couldn’t, that’s kinda petty and selfish, don’t you think?”

“That’s...that’s not...you can’t just…” the stammering dragon was trying to mount a defense, but never got there - suddenly, without warning, Bunk rushed him and grabbed him, hefting him into the air, eyes glittering angrily.

“You...you...nasty old hypocrite!” Bunk hurled Drum to the ground angrily, the elder dragon whoofing as he impacted the dirt. He hurried back upright, only to immediately be put on the defensive as Bunk came at him. The younger’s raw intensity seemed to have spiked now, showing none of the fear or reservation he harbored earlier as he punched, kicked, and clawed at Drum - and Drum, still shellshocked from his exposure, was now on the other end, not reacting well to the sudden onslaught. Bunk’s movements weren’t particularly practiced, he was operating more on raw fury than anything, but the sheer power he was hitting with was making even blocking his blows a strain on Drum.

After a particularly savage hook to the jaw, Drum finally took initiative back, trying to grab onto Bunk and take him to the ground. Bunk, however, didn’t shy away this time, and quickly turned the grab around on Drum, one hand going to the elder dragon’s neck and the other to his belt. With the better handholds and using Drum’s momentum, he once again managed to lift Drum up over his head, and this time it wasn’t a throw, but a full-force slam into the ground that he delivered, driving the breath out of Drum and leaving him heaving and groaning on the ground.

Finally, Bunk stepped back; he could feel that last blow had taken the fight out of his father, and no good could come out of piling it on further. As the adrenaline wore off, the ache of the blows he’d taken earlier started to come back into focus, but he tried to shut that out and keep up a bold face. It hadn’t quite sunk in yet that he’d just bested Drum in a fight...something he never thought he’d be able to do. And more than that, he felt a lot less intimidated now...whether because of the victory or what he’d learned about his father, he wasn’t sure, but whatever the case was, he would take it happily. He felt Orion pat his thigh and flash him a grin, and he returned it; the human had shown incredible mettle out there, it was fueling a different kind of rush in him.

After a minute on the ground, Drum slowly rose up; he looked pained, but not seriously hurt, except for perhaps his pride. He huffed a bit as he shook the dirt out of his hair. “Bunk...you’ve...heh...gotten a lot stronger than I last remembered you.”

“Father…”

“Oof...been a while since anyone thumped me like that. You defeated me, I’ll give you that. Though, you might have taken advantage when I wasn’t at my sharpest, exactly…”

Bunk clenched his jaw. Was Drum really going to diminish this? But Orion spoke up next to him. “You weren’t at your sharpest because I took you down a couple pegs. He took that opening I made and he did what he needed to do. Isn’t that what partners were supposed to do? Help each other overcome disadvantages and bring the win?”

Drum let out a strained laugh. “Hah! I suppose you’re right. I let my guard down...and I should have expected no less from one of my own. You’ve helped my son grow more than I thought, Orion...I can’t rightly claim you aren’t a good buddy to him. Seeing him struggle for you even when he wasn’t at his best...heh, a far cry from the whelp who came running to me after his sparring partner bonked him on the head just once.”

“Fatherrrrrrr!” Bunk put his head in his hands, while Orion snorted in laughter.

“Well, it’s the truth! You stood up for yourself even when you were intimidated...that’s something you should always hold on to. And...well, I suppose an apology is in order for being the intimidating one. You were right...I let my personal heartaches get in the way of my judgment. I wanted you to be as focused on duty as I was so I could avoid having to confront that, and when I saw how dedicated you were to him...it was hard for me to stomach, I didn’t want to think about what could have been. But dictating your life isn’t going to bring me any satisfaction...perhaps I should take your advice and go pay him a visit. See what happens from there...and try not to muck things up too much.”

“I think he’ll be happy to see you,” stated Orion.

“I’m sure he will be. Whether he still feels the same way...well, that’s a matter between me and him, I’ve pushed enough on you two already.” Drum raised a hand, and a portal opened next to Bunk and Orion. “I suppose I tried to push too much of Gao on you, Orion...but that dedication you have with your buddy, that genuinely does remind me of him. And Bunk, your dedication to him reminds me of those times back then...hold on to that as long as you two can. And...next time I see you, I promise I’ll be less of a bother father.”

Bunk finally was able to come up with a genuine smile towards Drum, blurred a bit by tears. “Father...thank you! We’ll be as close as you can possibly imagine!”

“Or closer than I might want to, perhaps.” Drum snickered as the two went red-faced. “Don’t let me keep you! I’ve got to work on an apology to Kera as I help her start her chieftain trials.”

“Best of luck to you, Drum.” Orion waved farewell as the two passed back through the portal. A brief trip, but it had felt like so much after all that had happened...a return to normal was going to be quite welcome.

---

The trip back was quite a bit less chaotic and dangerous than the way there. The transit was still more than a bit disorienting, but much less so than being chucked through, and when they came through the other side, they were able to land on their feet safely. The portal soon winked closed behind them, and the room was back to normal, apart from Orion and Bunk looking like a total mess. The dragon was sporting several fresh cuts and bruises, while the human was less black and blue but had garments that were barely holding together.

“Well, THAT was a fuckin’ adventure…” sighed Orion as he rubbed and rolled his shoulder; the ache from the earlier impact was going away, at least, so likely nothing serious. “At least we got all that dealt with, but shit, that all seemed waaaay over the top. If I’d known it was THAT bad…” He shook his head, wishing he’d taken it with more weight earlier, but there wasn’t much that could be done about that now. “I guess it’s good he’s out, we’re probably gonna need a lot of unwind time, especially after that thumping he gave you at first-”

Suddenly, Orion heard a slight thump, and before he could ask after it he was grabbed from behind and tossed unceremoniously on the bed. Startled, he turned around to see Bunk stepping towards him, his armor already removed and his erection already swelling from his slit. There was a fire in his eyes like Orion had never seen before, and he wore a gaze that was a mix of lustful hunger and fervent desire, one that Orion had seen from time to time on Bunk but with an intensity that was beyond those previous times. Or maybe he’s pent up as all hell and doesn’t want to wait any longer. So much for unwinding…not that I haven’t been wanting it just as bad.

Bunk’s left hand came down on Orion’s arm, holding him in place while his right grabbed at the human’s ruined shirt. Orion let out a gasp as Bunk tore away the garment with a ferocity. “Whoa! Hey, those aren’t cheap!”

“Already wrecked,” Bunk growled, without a hint of care as he tossed the scrapped fabric off to the floor. The sharpness in his voice held an eagerness that suggested to Orion that Bunk had been wanting to do something like that for quite a while…now that he had a good reason to, there seemed to be no holding him back. Which was confirmed when Bunk’s hand then went to Orion’s shorts…though, as the thick clawed fingers slipped into the waistband of his unmarred underwear, it became clear that already-damaged garments weren’t going to be the only victims of this rush. Something compelled Orion to bite his tongue about it, though…and as the clothes were forcefully rent from his body, a shiver of lust told him exactly what that was.

That can’t become a habit…but…maybe there’s some I could sacrifice to feel that again…

That beefy hand relinquished Orion’s arm, only to take his thigh and pull him closer to the side of the bed, towards that throbbing, steaming red cock that seemed like it might jump out and bite him, that was how eager it was to claim the human’s tight hole. Another gasp from Orion as Bunk’s other hand grabbed his other thigh, and both pulled rather vigorously, stretching his legs out and making him all the more wide open for the dragon’s entry. This was definitely new, Bunk was certainly no stranger to using his size and strength to work Orion over but this was far more intense, like he was treating Orion like he was unbreakable…very much not like the more restrained roughness that Orion was used to.

Orion had a brief moment to recognize that perhaps this was the moment he was going to see what Bunk was like when he didn’t hold back, before that thick cock slamming into him HARD took away most thoughts from his brain. The breath was torn from him, in a short but amorous cry that rocked him to the core. Bunk had gone hard at him before, but never right at the very start! His body, despite being used to the thickness and intensity and raw heat, was struggling to catch up to the sudden shift, but Bunk wasn’t letting it - barely a couple seconds elapsed between first entry and the dragon starting up a furious, forceful pace that was more akin to their previous finales than the outset. No, there was no question now, Bunk was going all out, Orion was getting everything he’d been wanting, whether it was a good idea or not.

The human’s hands clutched the bedclothes in a white-knuckled grip, strained and breathy cries leaking from his mouth, barely audible over the growls and even snarls coming from Bunk, the dragon sounding almost possessed as he ravaged Orion. The loud, sloppy spluts and slurps of their coupling joined in the chorus, as precut splashed out energetically with each movement of Bunk’s cock, in or out, the wet smack of that fat knot against the human’s flesh making sure it got everywhere and made a prodigious mess of the bed. That hot fluid was barely getting a chance to properly soak Orion’s insides, shoved deep within him or yanked out by that thick shaft whaling away at him. And Orion didn’t care one bit - he was relishing the first sex he’d had with Bunk in days, loving the fury his dragon was giving to him, and finding himself close to blowing already. His own dick splattered him with wetness as it was rocked this way and that, the human doing all he could to hold himself back from his orgasm…not that his release was likely to stop Bunk at this point.

And just when Orion thought he might be getting a handle on it, Bunk lifted his lower half a bit higher, letting the tip of his dick spear the human’s prostate much more forcefully with every entry. The jolt combined with the burst of heat was devastatingly stimulating, Orion had felt it more than a few times but he was so much more sensitive to it after being dry for days, and this relentless assault was beyond his feeble resistance. With a wavering cry he came, pent-up spunk geysering into the air to splatter down on him in sloppy white streaks and blots. And Bunk did nothing different, simply continuing to slam in, helping to keep that spunk shooting out with the immense pressure he was putting on all those sensitive spots inside Orion…it was all so much, and the human was in heaven over it all, relishing the impossibly wild ride and ever more thankful that dragons seemed to be able to do whatever they wanted without hurting humans when it came to this stuff.

But if he thought that was as good as it was going to get, Orion was about to be proven dead wrong.

It was just as Orion’s release had wound down that the dragon suddenly redoubled his efforts, his growls getting louder and more ferocious as he hammered that knot at the human’s rear end. Orion’s cries pitched up and got a touch louder, though they were thin and airy from his lack of breath and energy form his recent peak, almost being forced out of him by that driving dick. It kept him from flagging, despite his own cock’s protests, kept hard by the wild overstimulation, but like hell he was going to try to stop Bunk at this point, if that was even possible. He tried to loosen up as much as he could, trying to make it easier for Bunk to get in and finish things, though his body was still a bit wound up from everything that had come before and the overwhelming rush of what Bunk was doing to him right now…

Then it took another turn, one that Orion was certainly not ready for. Bunk suddenly shifted his grip to Orion’s knees and started pulling HARD as he drove in, making the human’s eyes bulge wide open as he felt that knot try to force its way in brutally. That was WAY harder than Bunk usually went trying to knot him, usually it was a forceful but consistent pressure that finally got him in, but this felt like he was just trying to batter it into Orion’s stubborn ass, and he felt a shudder through his body as he tried to anticipate what that would feel like, being fully broken open…he wouldn’t have long to wait if Bunk kept going at this rate, the dragon was easily going to overpower him and make his body submit to his commanding strength!

And sure enough, Bunk’s furious fucking achieved his goal within just a few thrusts. That bulge battered his ass until Orion couldn’t hold it back anymore even involuntarily, and his eyes shot open wide as he felt his ass get stretched more fiercely than it ever had before. His breath was gone, he couldn’t even scream out from it, though his body felt like it was screaming loud enough any from the raw rush of the stretch and the ache and the pleasure all flooding into him. His own dick throbbing and twitched, pushed back to action and threatening to release again, and he tried to clench down a bit, anticipating an oncoming release…

He did not anticipate Bunk pulling hard back from him, using his grip to push Orion away from him. His overtaxed brain had only moments to register what Bunk was trying to do before Orion felt that knot get wrenched from his asshole, and he had just barely caught up with that before Bunk surged in again, driving the thick bulb of flesh back into his tight anus. Bunk suddenly lunged down over him, letting go of his legs and instead taking hold of Orion bodily, thick hands gripping the human’s shoulders, the loud snarl ringing in Orion’s ears as that far tighter hold made it all the easier for Bunk to impose his will on him.

That fat knot was now relentless, with all the leverage in the world on the way in or out, plowing through Orion’s pucker and blowing his mind beyond all thought or reason. It was absurdly overpowering, his body forced into something it should not by any rights have been capable of enduring, yet it did and it was fucking amazing, feeling himself be rut with all the fury that Bunk could possibly muster. His pucker loosened only slightly to it, unable to possibly relax enough to make it not a furious stretching every single time, distorting his rear around that knot in and out. For a full minute, Orion had to endure that relentless power, feeling everything that Bunk could possibly give him, the true unrestrained power of the dragon shown to him in the most visceral fashion…he was barely aware of his body cumming again, the sheer barrage of sensation making it hard to process the uptick in pleasure, though it dimly registered in the back of his mind as he felt his cock throb and a dribble of additional wetness hit his body.

Finally, just when Orion thought he might go completely insensible, Bunk slammed in one final time and then stayed there, a half-roar escaping his maw as he finally unloaded his torrent of furiously hot draconic seed into the human. And Orion could swear it was twice as thick and twice as much as it usually was, his exhausted body rapidly taking it in and feeling it pack up faster than ever…whether because of the lack of action for several days or the unrestrained intensity working him up more or a combination, Bunk was pumping him so much more full than he ever had, the pressure building inside him as his knotted ass failed to leak even a dribble, his insides forced to take all of it without the chance for argument. He knew he wasn’t going to break, but the way it kept pushing into him, it certainly felt like it was trying to push him to the very limit, or even past it, the feeling of bloat intensifying with shot after shot, until he finally felt it slow, his body no longer adding to the momentous stretch it was enduring.

With Bunk right on top of him and such hot stuff having been pumped into him and all the exertion he’d been put through, Orion was such a hot, sweaty, sticky mess, it felt like he’d been running endless sprints in hundred-degree weather…utterly exhausting, but he was also feeling exquisitely satisfied, his body having effectively been purged of that pent-up lust. Bunk seemed to have relaxed quite a bit as well, his grip on Orion easing as he rolled them over, os that Orion was laying on top of him rather than the other way around. “Haah…fuck, that felt so good…”

“Holy shit…I did…NOT…know you…had…that other…gear in you…” Orion had to fight to get the words out between deep, gulping breaths.

“Ah…was it too much?”

“HELL…no! Just…wondering why…it took you…so long to, unh, pull it out.”

Bunk flushed a bit. “Well…I mean, I was…I know it sounds silly, but I was afraid of hurting you. I mean, yeah, you can handle my cock just fine, and from everything I read that SHOULD be all that matters, but…well, I’m still a lot bigger and I never was sure that a, uh, more fragile human could really handle what I could give.”

The explanation at least gave Orion a bit of time to rein in his heaving breaths. “I guess I kinda figured that was the case…but with changed?”

“You…just…fucking blew me away out there. You stood up to Father…no, you didn’t just stand up to him, you smacked him down like a little bitch! I thought it was impressive when Kera stood up to him like that, but she could actually go toe-to-toe with him…he could have squashed you into a pancake and you didn’t even flinch!”

The human reddened a bit at both the praise and the reminder of how much danger he’d put himself in. “Ah…well, I was, uh, kinda angry…”

“Yeah, but I’ve seen angry people cower at the sight of a raging dragon, especially one as stubborn as Father! And especially since I know you looked up to him, confronting someone you have that much admiration for…”

Orion laughed a bit. “I think admiration was taking a back seat to irritation at that moment. But that had that much effect on you, huh? Just standing up against him and yapping at him a bit to throw him off his game?”

Bunk shook his head. “It was way more than that. You faced him on his level, you overpowered him, and just…you totally…dominated him! You proved right then and there that you were as strong as a dragon. And if you’re as strong as a dragon…well, then I can’t really say you aren’t strong enough to handle me, can I?”

“I can’t really find a good reason to argue against that…mainly because I’ve been wanting you to fuck me like you meant it for a while now. If that’s what it took, then I guess this mess had enough upsides to make it worth it.”

“Mrrr, definitely,” agreed Bunk, squeezing Orion tight and nuzzling him. “I won’t underestimate you again…if you want my all, all you need to do is ask, and I’ll give it to you. And maybe here and there, you won’t even have to ask.”

“Now that sounds like a good time.” Orion gave Bunk a quick peck on the snout, but then he smirked as he looked Bunk in the eye, a mischievous glint in his eye. “But I couldn’t help but notice the way your breath hitched when you talked about me verbally dominating your father.”

Bunk reddened again, suddenly sweating a bit. “Ah…that…”

“Seems to me you might have enjoyed the idea of being overpowered a little bit yourself. Maybe you didn’t really think about it that way before, but now that I’m equal to a dragon in your eyes, perhaps you’re starting to feel like I’m a worthy boss? That you’d like to know what I can do when I’m the one in charge?”

Bunk’s gaze averted from Orion, but the sudden weight of his breaths and his embarrassed yet aroused expression were telling a pretty clear story. “Ah…and…what would, uh, happen if I said yes?”

——

Several days later, Bunk found out exactly what would happen. It would have been sooner, but Orion had needed time to prepare.

They were in the bedroom again, but in a very different position than before. Bunk was laying on the floor on his back, his arms and legs held firmly in place by red cords of energy around his wrists and ankles, emitted from small devices situated near each limb. The dragon couldn’t budge an inch, the cords not just holding him but sending a subtle interference through his limbs which arrested their voluntary movement. Inside his rear end was a thick vibrator, buzzing at near the highest setting and sending out its own tingling pulses that were putting an enormous workout on his prostate, an unfamiliar feeling that the dragon was clearly enjoying judging by the sporadic moans he was giving off whenever it let loose one of those pulses. His cock was fully erect, knot swollen to the max, but underneath the knot was a glowing ring that both stimulated him and prevented him from achieving orgasm. And sitting on his snout was Orion, with a remote control device in his hand to work that vibrator while his ass was getting reamed out by a wonderfully hot tongue.

“Mmn, yeah, deeper, gonna have to work harder than that to get me shooting, if you wanna get off at all…” Orion felt a shiver in Bunk’s chest from the hand he had braced on it, and heard another moan from the dragon as he pushed harder against Orion’s rear, his tongue seeking out the pleasure points to more effectively work Orion to completion. A moan of his own escaped the human as Orion found that spot again and assaulted it, trying to french his prostate lewdly. “Oh, yeah, that’s the stuff, you must really wanna feel me pump my spunk all over your chest, don’t you? Wanna wear my paint and show everyone who’s your boss?”

The mewling moan from Bunk was somewhat hitched, and Orion felt him shudder hard enough to almost dislodge him. It was both thrilling and a little amusing to have stumbled on this little twist to Bunk. The idea of him dominating the dragon had felt almost a little absurd at first, he simply didn’t have the physical prowess to overwhelm the way Bunk did...but all that meant was that Orion could get a little more creative. Right now, Bunk was entirely at his mercy, and he was pushing the dragon to the very limit, with a few simple toys he could get his hands on in short notice. This was definitely not going to be the limit of his collection, Orion was already sure he’d want to get even more adventurous, but he’d need to explore the possibilities more and see if he could fish anything out of Bunk to get ideas.

And he was pretty sure that wasn’t going to be too difficult…Orion had finally caught on to what it was that he’d been noticing before. When it came to physicality, Bunk was as dominant and powerful as could be, but he had a clear, distinct weakness for being ordered around and imposed on verbally. All Orion needed to do was take the right tone, as long as he put a decent bit of insistence and authority into it, Bunk was putty in his hands. It explained why he’d been so quick to taking to what Orion had been teasing before, he’d been unknowingly compelling Bunk’s compliance even back then…now that he knew what he was doing, he could do it a lot more effectively, and whatever he was feeling like, he knew he could get it - anything from Bunk being unfailingly deferential and obedient to his whim to unleashing his wildest power on Orion and taking full charge. The possibilities seemed limitless, Orion could imagine having Bunk play the role of his obedient slave for a week and then handing the reins to the dragon, giving him only the order to treat Orion as his plaything as he wished for however long he wanted, acting out whatever fantasies he might have been keeping hidden. Those would be things to work up to, of course, but it was fun imagining what they could do with a dynamic like this.

Bunk’s tongue pulled back a bit, and Orion responded by pressing his knees against the sides of the dragon’s neck and adding another couple of pulses from the vibrator. “Hey, I didn’t say you could stop…I’m almost there, you keep tonguing my ass until you feel my seed on you.” Bunk went dutifully back to full force, delving in and working over the pleasure points he could reach inside Orion, each brush against his prostate getting a nice throb and jet of pre out of Orion’s twitching shaft. He was definitely close, though probably not to the degree that Bunk himself was - he could swear he could see the dragon’s shaft vibrating itself, desperate to blow. If he came now, it would probably reach the ceiling of the bedroom…Orion was almost tempted to see that, but he was even more tempted to feel it inside him.

Finally, another probe from that tongue pushed Orion’s body just past its limits. He contracted his rear around the dragon’s tongue as he unloaded onto Bunk, streaks of white coloring the light orange scales of Bunk’s chest. He could feel Bunk’s tongue twitching and twisting inside him, adding to Orion’s pleasure even further, and loud moans were issuing from his mouth as he rode out his climax, spending as much as he could of his load to color Bunk with his own essence. Of course, he didn’t have enough to make more than a few nice streaks, but he had to make do with what he was capable of, and it was the mental image that mattered more than the reality anyway.

As Orion’s climax tapered off, he released Bunk’s tongue and stood up. Orion still felt nice and horny, but he definitely wanted to take a bit of time to recharge…so he did, leaving Bunk tied up and waiting for a bit while he freshened up, hydrated, and teased the dragon with additional pulses from the vibrator here and there. He could hear moans and whines from Bunk, he was definitely feeling it, but the undertones of pleasure from them told Orion he wasn’t overdoing things - he wanted this to be a ton of fun for Bunk, and he was listening for any sign that the dragon was starting to lose the enjoyable side of things. So far, though, Bunk was handling it just fine…well, he WAS a dragon, after all.

About fifteen minutes passed before Orion felt like he was primed enough to continue, and he returned to the bedroom, grinning down at Bunk. “Feel like you’re about to explode yet?”

“Nigh…it’s…so much…”

“Sounds like you’re just about at the limit. So…let’s just push that nice and hard.” Orion snickered as he ticked the vibration up a little more, as he mounted up on Orion’s dick, pressing his rear against the tip and wedging it in, getting an even stronger strained moan out of Bunk. “Ooh, guess you’re really feeling pent up now…better hope I can take the knot on my own…” With that, Orion sank down on that cock, letting his body envelop it at a steady pace all the way down to the top of the knot - by now he wasn’t needing much in the way of gentle entry, Bunk’s energetic knotfucking had somewhat acclimated him to something more vigorous. Still, he didn’t take it too fast, intent at going at his own pace to further tease the dragon.

It was certainly working, if the squirming in Bunk’s body and his open-mouthed panting moans were any indication. And Orion’s earlier observation was almost accurate, Bunk’s cock wasn’t quite vibrating but it was twitching and trembling and throbbing madly, the need for release was at its worst level yet. But he wasn’t going to get it until that ring was turned off…and that wasn’t happening until Orion’s flesh met it. So he started to pull himself up and down, using the dragon’s dick as his personal sex toy, enjoying the fierce heat and the liveliness of it, the stretch of his ass around it ensuring that every throb and twitch was clearly noticed by his own body. It almost felt like he was fucking himself with a bomb ready to go off at any time, only this explosion would be of the steaming geyser type…

Watching Bunk’s deliciously tortured expression was so gratifying, Orion could tell Bunk was loving the hell out of it, even as the insane need was getting to be almost overwhelming. It could give Bunk a taste of what Orion felt whenever the dragon overwhelmed him, that sheer feeling of being helpless and needy and barely able to handle things…something Orion certainly would never get tired of either, and he’d be getting his fix of it soon enough. The slow ride he continued to give to Bunk’s dick now would be turned into something much rougher soon enough, and he’d be glad for it. He made sure to make this last, letting minutes tick by on the clock as he fucked himself with Bunk’s tool, giving him plenty of additional pressure with that vibrator.

Eventually, Orion could feel himself get closer to his own limit, and was starting to feel a bit of fatigue from the motion, telling him the time for their fun was coming to its climax. He slowly sped up, teasing that knot with his ass every time he dropped, making Bunk moan and whimper even louder as his release was ever closer. Orion couldn’t help but chuckle, the dragon seemed so desperate now, it was so cute and sexy. “You’re really backed up, aren’t you? Can barely handle the need to shoot off, to fill your buddy with boatloads of cum, can’t you?”

“Gah…O-orion…”

“C’mon, buddy, speak up, let me hear what you want. If you don’t say it, I might not think you want it enough…”

“P-please! I want to cum so bad, please let me have it, my balls are gonna burst!”

“Heh, that’s better, but I think we can get you begging even more desperately…but we’ll work on that.” Orion braced himself on Bunk’s abs, then dropped himself hard and fast, letting his weight help him get a good bit more force. He wasn’t even totally sure he could take the knot without Bunk’s force, but he felt like it was possible now, his ass seemed more ready to accommodate it than it used to be…it took several more efforts, but he felt his rear ceding, and with onn more thrust he dropped down, then leaned back, grabbed Bunk’s thighs, and pulled himself down harder, finally getting that bulge into his rear. As soon as his pucker swallowed it fully, his rear made contact with the ring at the base of Bunk’s shaft, clicking the release and shutting off the restraint.

It hit with an immediacy that made Orion almost think Bunk came before the ring even came off. A loud yell accompanied a violent geyser inside Orion, the human’s eyes bugging out as his insides were blasted with fiery magma, the force of the gushes feeling like actual blows inside him. So much, so quick, and such a rush, he could feel himself filling up rapidly once again, his body threatening after seconds to get overwhelmed even as his own climax hit, the extra force helping him release once more, offering more spunk to Bunk’s already messy body. Orion swelled out faster than he ever had before, it just didn’t feel like it was stopping…by the time Bunk’s release finally slowed, he felt more swollen than even the first round after they had dealt with Drum. Oof…mental note…the longer he’s backed up, the more he has to give…might be good to remember that…

Even though Bunk wasn’t shooting any more, he was still nice and tied, and wasn’t going anywhere. Orion collapsed down onto Bunk’s body, not minding that he was getting in his own mess. “Fun?”

Bunk’s voice shuddered in relieved bliss. “H-holy hell…that feels so crazy…”

“Sure as heck feels crazy to me, too…how the heck much can you shoot?”

“I’ve never…never shot this much…ah, O-orion, the…”

“Ah, right.” Orion hurriedly switched off the vibrator, providing a little more relief. “There…I guess that was part of the reason I’m so full.”

“M-maybe…ah, I don’t know…but my balls were under so much pressure…it was so wild…never thought they could get like that…”

“Heh, something to test later, maybe, see what the limits are…but not tonight. Oof, I hope you aren’t hoping to be untied any time soon, because I’m not gonna be. Guess you’re my bed tonight.” Orion rubbed the muscles on Bunk’s chest. “At least it’s nice and heated.”

“Mmnh…well, I’ll be able to handle it, I think.” Bunk didn’t really have much choice, but Orion was sure he could handle it. He’d handled everything else, after all…and if Orion could handle sleeping while tied, well, wasn’t he just as much a dragon in Bunk’s eyes now?