september 19, 2023 | ~6500 words tagged: nsfw, m/m, hypnosis

First Swing Of The Pocketwatch

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“Don’t worry about it, I’m certain it’ll go great. It’s not like there’s anything too scary about zonking me, and it’s not like we don’t talk all the time anyway.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right about that. More excited than nervous really. Bet you’ll be easier to drop when I’m there to watch you turn into a mess, though. You’re already receptive enough over back and forth messages.”

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Kordys tapped his foot and stared at the lattice of brick, tracing the lines of grout with his eyes. He checked his phone. Turning in place, his eyes scanned the locale, all of the landscaping work that seemed so inviting, grass clippings tossed haphazardly over the asphalt as green blooms rose only to be trimmed and discarded. He made a sharp turn to stare at the doorbell; faster tempo on the tapping, and he checked his phone again.

The button gave way with a slight creak, spring wobbling, and he exhaled. After hearing the soft electronic tone inside, he noticed a wasp meandering around the porch, filling in the silence; he watched it land on one wall, move closer to him, drift to the other wall, and remain stationary. Slow exhale, reaching in his pocket to check his phone once more, and just as soon as he’d felt the case in his feathered hand, the door swung outwards.

Before he’d even looked up, he’d started to feel his face go flush, heart pounding.

He let go, hand still in his pocket, turning around and seeing a chest’s profile through stretched black polyester- then tilting his neck back and seeing the dragon looming over him, cordial grin shining.

“Come on in, come on in!” he said, retreating behind the threshold with a bow, motioning the crow forward.

“Hey!” he replied with a nod, stepping in, quickly looking down at his host’s feet to double-check and kicking his shoes off in kind. “How’s it going?”

“Ah, pretty good. Up to my usual sort of things. Hope I gave good directions and the place wasn’t too hard to find,” the dragon said.

Watching to see where the larger man went, Kordys followed him inside to the living room, gently sinking into the couch while the other had already gone to fill two glasses with water. Soon enough, each was taking a sip as they sat at opposite ends. The crow looked the dragon up and down for a bit before glancing around the rest of the room; looking at the dragon, and then away, and then back at him.

A longer look at that outfit revealed workout shorts beneath that scale-tight shirt, royal turquoise array of scales obscured by the plain, black fabric, accentuating the muscles in a way that was hard to look away from. He was a landscape of contours and sculpted lines buried beneath something that seemed like it was fighting itself to keep his strength contained.

“Ah, thank you. And it was rather easy to get here, you did an excellent job with the directions, Varan.”

“Probably the first and last time I’m the one to give you those, rather than the other way around, yeah?’”

Crimson again rushed to the crow’s face, thankfully masked by his sleek feathers; his foot now tapped against the vinyl flooring, muffled by the lack of a shoe sole. He cooled off with another sip, opening back up as they chatted back and forth about everything and anything; a few words about work from each of them, recent interests they’d found themselves consumed by, a brief mention of how wild it was to finally get to be there on the couch with him - not too long to linger on, since being in the moment was vastly better than simply discussing it.

“Cute outfit you got on, too.” Varan said.

This time, the avian held his gaze rather than darting off, the dragon’s eyes shining the same piercing blue, majestic, with a warm grin across his face. A tinge of uncertainty struck him, his shyness present even despite direct encouragement. His tapping foot became a metronome once again, restless energy only finding an outlet in how he idly shifted and moved, still tapping; even if it was a significantly faster tempo than those actual metronomes he’d used as props in the past for their shared delights. Sound cues made for good induction tools, especially rhythmic ones like that. He assumed his anxious tapping wouldn’t have the same effect.

“Had to look my best to fit the part. I gotta live up to being the charmer you’ve been envisioning!” Kordys said, chuckling. Getting comfortable splayed out on the cushions, he twisted and turned, feeling a lump in his pocket that wouldn’t ever sit right; he reached in and withdrew a silver pocketwatch, chain a clump in his palm, and laid it on the end table with a thunk.

“See you came prepared.” the dragon said.

“I’ve been meaning to get one of these in front of your face for a while rather than just making you dream of it.”

The dragon smirked, the crow continued.

“Not like I didn’t hear you begging for it the last couple of days anyway, right?” he asked, getting a laugh out of the dragon, who perked up with a hint of a scheme across his face. As if his energy was drained, the bird went back to a closed-off stance, emptied of bravado. Varan noticed and seized the opportunity.

“Say, don’t you dominant hypnofolk like whenever someone starts reiterating how bad they want to go under?” he said.

“Yeah, of course. You know I love that sort of thing.”

“I could just go ahead and get the ball rolling by saying I’m eager and excited. You got the pocketwatch, you sound just as smooth right here in front of me as you always have. Ideal setup for me to end up drooling all over my chest. I’d say feel free to do so, but I’m sure you’d enjoy it if I made a show of asking for it directly.” the dragon said.

Kordys took a deep breath and felt his excitement rise again. He was right where the dragon wanted, shifting on the couch to try and hide said excitement. He imagined the dragon beneath him, staring down at those horns, running his fingers slowly along them while he whispered suggestions in those ears - and instantly sat upright, confidence swelled back up.

“I think you’re right!” he said.

He moved closer to the scaled hunk, able to fall against him if he so desired, already feeling the warmth from the other, head about shoulder-height.

“Alright then. How to start… We’re gonna start with a bit of breathing warm-up, just to get you nice and relaxed…” he said, watching the dragon’s chest, taking a long glance at his pecs. There would have normally been an effort to not make it so conspicuous, but, here he was, and this was a perfect opportunity.

Their eyes met and Varan rolled his shoulders back, puffing his chest out triumphantly. The encouragement only had the bird more eager.

“Just breathe in,” he said, waiting to watch his subject puff out proud, thinking about how to deliberately time his phrasing, “and out.”

“In…, and out.”

His voice felt shaky, quivering, trying to find its footing; it was remarkably easier to seem composed and calculating over text, and his attempt to say it felt foreign in his mouth - he’d just gotten comfortable with their teasing, but trying to deliver the induction was a whole different beast - but seeing the dragon stare at the wall in front of him, stoic, listening with intent made him press on.

He dictated the tempo to the dragon still grinning as he went along with it, a couple more times, as they fell into a rhythm together.

“And you’re gonna keep breathing at that slow pace for me.” Kordys bit back a “good dragon” to add, thinking about how well it fit there, but he felt like he needed to work himself up to it.

In his mind, he could see a confident hypnotist pulling it off, suave and authoritative. He wondered about the pacing of the induction, if it was too fast, if starting with a breathing focus was too cliche, was there authority in his voice; and to his surprise, his scaled subject showed no visible signs of caring about any of that at all, content to breathe and remain still.

“Nice and relaxed. Warm and comfortable. Just sinking into the chair. It’s easy to listen, and it’s easy to follow along. Letting that bliss wash over you, the placid joy of letting your thoughts go still.”

He turned his gaze from his friend, looking at the drywall, set on persevering through what he had planned.

“Ten. Imagine yourself looking down from the top of a grand spiral staircase,” he said.

Inductions themselves weren’t new to him in the slightest, and the more he spoke, the more he seemed to properly control his volume, shaking off some of the stage fright. He moved into the countdown, walking the hunk one step at a time down a staircase of numbers, constantly reiterating all the comforting warmth that listening and following provides, encouraging him to sink into the moment, allow himself to be led, and obey. The countdown was routine and by-numbers itself, but it was classic for a reason, and he’d practiced his script for these moments many a time over.

“…Zero. Now down at ground floor, exactly where you need to be. Where I say to be,” he said, still tapping his foot and looking over at the wall across the sofa.

“And with that, everything that was in that mind has fallen right out, been sealed away, and you can relish the blank sensation of letting me guide you. Dropping right down with a snap,” he said, fingers following suit for emphasis. They let out a rather muted sound, and the crow cursed himself for being clammy from nerves, moisture making it rather unceremonious and disappointing. Kordys shook his head in a dismissive gesture.

“Well, I guess that’s that. Hopefully it was at least fun to try, and maybe we can-” he said, finally turning to see what he expected was a smiling and charming lizard’s visage laughing at his antics. Varan’s head never followed suit to meet his gaze. All that came out was a long, low groan.

Kordys stared at him and tilted his head.

“Varan?” he asked.

The dragon’s mouth fell open a bit, only a groggy hum in response.

“Oh. Oh my,” he said, leaning in. His knee was bouncing again as his chest fluttered, seeing no sign of a quick response in the dragon whatsoever, noticing how his shoulders seemed to slump, arms limp; he was entirely motionless, even his tail frozen as he just remained there.

The crow laid a hand on the dragon’s shoulder.

“Good dragon.” he said, trying to really sell it and make sure there was weight behind it. Varan’s head tipped back a bit more in response, and those tight navy shorts were starting to show signs of a different sort of enjoyment.

Moving from his shoulder to wrapping around his neck, that black feathered hand tugged at the lizard, feeling no resistance at all as he tipped from the waist up; Kordys slowly and gently guided him down to lay on his side - head right in the crow’s lap, the weight of his horns much more than expected.

He looked down to see unfocused eyes looking up at him.

“That’s right.” came a lower cadence, doubt removed, lower and slower than before. Gone was the apprehension, the hesitation, and the second guessing. His voice held firm, trying to summon the authority behind it that he’d commanded over text. To a degree, it felt like he was acting and “going along with it” even more than the dragon; one of them actually zonked, the other feeling as if he was simply playing the role of someone cocky, commanding, and domineering. One look at that slack, scaly jaw hanging open stuffed that thought away.

The question of what, precisely, to do to a dragon in trance seemed to be more pressing than anything else he could wonder.

He continued with that idea, leaning into cliche as a guardrail.

“Just relax for me, dragon. Take it easy. Bask in that blank emptiness and let my voice guide you.“ he said.

His fingers ran up and down those horns, just like he imagined; rings banded along the bone-like protrusions, and he traced over them, feeling the texture, stroking and petting them. A hand pet the dragon’s head too, gentle, watching his eyelids remain carefree and lax.

“Enjoy the feeling. That sensation of weightless bliss, being made of lead that tugs you down in the couch, makes it so hard to move, makes it so easy to remain right there in my grasp; and equally weightless, on the guiding strings of my word, free from thought, free from anything but floating along and following as you should.” he continued.

A loud groan from the dragon could be heard, satisfied, feeling the rumble as much as he heard it; across the furniture he could see a rising tent, a subtle shift, without a single attempt to hide it. The fabric could barely muster it, but, it was hard to deny just how much that bulge served as all the more reason to press on, fantasies about that dragon made servile in his mind.

The word “indulge” came to mind, and Kordys succumbed to the impulse.

“Free from thought, free from concern, free from anything but my will, like a good dragon. Why don’t you be a good dragon and free your muscles from that shirt?” he asked, leaned down and whispering it in Varan’s ear.

No words escaped his mouth, but he rolled on his side, shoulders languid in their sockets, and it was a lumbering motion to grab that shirt by the collar and pull it over his head. It was thrown lazily on the floor, and the crow’s first inclination was to reach over and grab it so he could fold it nicely – and then the horned head fell back in his lap, practically pinning him to the cushion.

He looked down at the glistening, shining pecs of the dragon before him, reaching to lay his hands against them, feel that slab of muscle, run them along those chiseled lines, trace every single ridge, and, on second thought, maybe that shirt didn’t need to be folded. He’d likely just gotten back from the gym anyway, so it was going to be washed and hung up later, mind twisting all along post-hoc rationalizations so that he could ignore anything else but that chest, that muscle, two bodies laying together.

Bliss, of a different sort, for both of them. One lucid, one hazy. It was enough to get a soft sigh, simultaneous, stasis while they remained in a clump, feathered hands lecherous to massage and toy with those muscles, moving along from chest to shoulder, bicep, and more, exploring.

“Who’s a good relaxed dragon?” he asked.

“I’m… a good, relaxed… dragon.” came the response.

It felt so different to watch someone collapse into a slump, their body painted with all the signifiers of that mental surrender, sluggish thoughts made physically manifest in a way that was so much more tangible than watching punctuation slip from his online messages. Not that he didn’t enjoy watching his usually composed manner of text disintegrate as they talked, simple, rote repetition and obedience; but to see it so clearly ignited something in him.

After some time, he came to the realization that he didn’t have much planned and didn’t know where to go with it, still in slight disbelief that it really had just gone like that, and Kordys allowed him to remain there, slow breathing, slow heartrate, calm and relaxed… until he’d started to wake up on his own, shaking his head and sitting up like from an impromptu break that straddled relaxation and a nap.

He shined a toothy grin.

“Felt like everything I’d been dreaming of. Although I get the feeling you’re eagerly awaiting my thoughts on it for assurance, so I’ll just go ahead and say directly I enjoyed that. And for your own sake, feel free to do more with it – make me strip, pose, repeat things; it felt wonderful to trail along and repeat those words.”

By this point, the lizard’s erection had subsided, but he remained shirtless there as he leaned into the backrest, making no motion to put it back on.

“Although I will say, mind you, you foreshadowed so much with that pocketwatch and then forgot to use it at all. Aren’t you the one that cares about plot devices like that when crafting a story?” he asked.

The crow put his forehead in his hand, not even needing to turn to the end table to see it, unmoved.

“Means I have more to do to you next time, I suppose.”

Soon enough, they’d occupied themselves with more lighthearted activities, enjoying the afternoon through the evening by way of chatting, some games, more chattering, and, eventually, the larger one sending the other back on his way with a hand on his back and the usual mentions of “hey, it was fun! Definitely a good time, we gotta do this again, cant wait to have you back, can’t wait to be back,” and so on.

Kordys walked back thinking through the conversation again and noting that there had certainly been explicit mention of “come back and zonk me again” thrown in there, easily remembered by a targeted joke: “try actually using the pocketwatch this time, will ya?” Reassuring that it really had been as good as they’d expected, but he couldn’t help but imagine, in detail, the dragon on his lap, how limp he was, and that expression that showed just how vacant he was.

There was a confidence in his step the whole way home, almost brimming with eagerness and bouncing against the concrete.

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“Next time I make it there I’ve got a whooooole host of things to do to you.”

“You’d better. I can’t believe I had to puff out my chest and put on a show just to get you to even take a peek. You’re the one holding the reins – try tugging on them next time, nerd.”

“I’ve seen you drop like a light. Don’t even pretend like you’d be anything but drooling after I start messing with your head.”

…

“Sound like a plan? Excited by all of those ideas?”

“Yeah, consider this the greenlight to mess with me like that. It sounds really fun.”

“See you tomorrow then, lizard.”

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Same doorbell, same porch, and a grin across his face; the sun was overhead, and he stood there having already pressed the bell once again, awaiting the dragon to beckon him inside, mind already racing. Any fidgeting in his pocket was done with a different cadence, talons brushing against the outside of the silvered pocketwatch, running along the clasp, the face, envisioning how that wide and flat front would perfectly reflect a dumb smile that couldn’t look away.

Muffled footsteps heralded the door swinging inward, and Kordys had started to invite himself before a word was spoken.

“Hey, Varan!” he said, pressing toe to heel, kicking off his sneakers without so much as bending over. In a flash, he’d already moved in and planted his back against the cushions and fallen into the same spot on the couch, arms splayed out sideways.

“How’s it been going?” asked the dragon, sink humming, his hosting ritual always the same with glasses in hand. He walked it over and handed it to the crow, who took a quick sip, a deep breath, and looked up.

“All good here, really.” he said. He paused for a moment before continuing.

“Y’know, I bet you’d look real good handing me a drink like this in a butler’s outfit. Suit, tie, the whole nine yards, dressed to the nines and maybe even standing all proper.”

Varan looked at the mischievous glint in the crow’s eyes and raised his brow, caught off guard. He shifted his stance, hands falling above his tail and instinctively taking a wrist in his palm, straighten his back.

“Well, I don’t think you’re wrong in the slightest… but what’s gotten into you, Kordys?” he said with an investigative chuckle.

“Nothing at all! Just feeling a bit playful after last time, y’know.”

“You won’t see me complaining, feels more like our usual antics anyway.”

“Enough about that though, get over here. I got something cool to show you.”

The other end of the couch sank as the bulky dragon rested against it, kicking his feet up. Kordys withdrew the trinket, still holding the end of the chain between his fingers, holding it out between both of them.

“I’d never be able to get this thing eye-level if you were standing, so thank you for kindly taking a seat.”

“I can think of a few other ways that would happen.”

“Oh yeah? Want to detail ‘em for me?’”

Varan blushed a bit, almost looking sheepish as he rested there. Some fantasy of his was lingering on that tongue to be coaxed out, and as the crow took a moment to survey that similar gym attire, he thought back to the day before and decided to keep pushing it.

“I’m sure you’ve got something in mind the way you’re about to squirm. Could always just be a good dragon and spill it for me.” Kordys said.

Varan rolled his eyes at the request, playing coy, acting like a cartoon villain surprised at his plans being foiled at the last minute.

“Fine. Kneeling. I was thinking about kneeling. You standing in front of me is probably just right to make it level out if I’m on the floor.”

“I mean, I happen to think that’s a perfectly normal thing to get real excited by, but I’ve probably got a little bias.” Seeing the lizard bashful made Kordys grin even wider. “We could test that out, y’know.”

He flicked his wrist and sent the shiny metal swinging, coursing through the air in a lazy arc. Side to side, gently, hanging at the sides as it turned direction and changed course, a pendulum suspended by only his fingers. As he expected, the dragon made no motion to look away, almost digging into the cushion with how he moved in his seat.

“I’m sure we’ll get around to it eventually…” Varan responded.

“Eventually -could- be right now.”

“You’ll have to do more than merely suggest it to have me kneeling.”

“I’m fine toying with you a bit and keeping you excited before finally giving the command. You’ll get to experience that before the end of the night, I’m certain.”

Every time the dragon grumbled, it was easy to spot from the other side that his arousal started to burn; shorts starting to bulge, face getting a bit red.

“Sure feels like you’re teasing a hell of a lot more than yesterday, though.” he said.

The crow tilted his head, stopping for a second. He lowered the pocketwatch for a second so that they could meet eye to eye, uninterrupted and unbroken by a second focal point.

“Look, you made it so easy being that encouraging! It did wonders for the confidence, I was terrified about how it would translate into being there before you; you made it effortless to try, and now…” he said, “it’s just as easy as it’s always been.”

Varan smiled back, reflection on the matter cut off by that timepiece being raised again. His eyes remained magnetized to it.

“But enough of that, it’s time for you to listen rather than speak.”

A protest rose in his throat, sat in his maw, and as soon as his complaints had started to make themselves known, the slow, soft arc of that trinket made him pause; and, soon the space was quickly filled in by a low, targeted cadence, speech that became the center of attention at once.

“Don’t worry about what you’re going to say. Focus on what I’m saying instead. It’s easier to do that, as I’m sure you know. You’ve felt that tug on those strings before, that calming bliss where you’re ready to follow more than you are lead. Listening, taking it in, reacting.”

Soft wisps of air were pushed side to side as the shining timepiece was sent flying along that same trajectory, back and forth, graceful and nimble. Every cycle of the watch’s journey seemed to catch the lighting a bit differently, diameter gleaming from a different point, reflections caught and washed away across the smooth surface. Impossible to peel eyes away from, capturing the imagination and the senses in equal parts with what was clearly leaving him mesmerized.

The blue dragon’s tail had quit swinging, pace dwindling down and tapering off; his breath had reduced to a slow pace, enough that Kordys could greedily watch his chest and know the desired effect was taking root, no need to second-guess himself.

“Following, watching. Relaxing and getting to stare for a while, feeling the pulls on those strings take you deeper. Puppet strings plucked like the strings of a lyre, everything you are made into a tool for me to use and direct as I please; I, the performer, and you, the instrument.”

Swing, swing. No sign of relenting.

“Slow breath just peeling away more of that will. Leaving you nice and receptive, eager for every last whisper from my words to your thoughts. It’s all you’re thinking about - whatever I say.“

Low growls signified affirmations, the dragon content to just grunt his agreement, cosigned by a throb of that dick that seemed like it could break through the fabric at any minute.

“And now then.” the crow said, getting up and quickly repositioning himself leaned over the armrest; mouth by the dragon’s ear, holding the trinket out before him, curled around him.

“We’re gonna do what we talked about last night when we chatted. You’re eager for that, right?“ he asked, already starting to ruffle the top of his head and dance his fingers along those horns once more. Another growl of agreement.

“Whenever I snap, you’re going to be compelled to follow whatever comes out of my mouth next. You’ll be completely aware of it, but hearing that snap - followed by a command - you’re going to just feel like you need to do it. Like you’re craving whatever it is that I ask; in the desert, obedience as an oasis, something that quenches the burning desire that the trigger alights.” Free hand now wrapped around his neck over to lay on that chest, talons toying with his body, other hand never losing track of the watch.

“Effortless to obey. Eager to comply. Pleasure whenever you do as you’re told. My words will just be something you’ve always wanted to do, whenever I snap. And that thought will just stay there…” he said, withdrawing his prop back to his pocket, “until we’re fully done for today.”

He’d followed through with a bit more, suggestions about relaxation, bliss, pleasure, and emptiness, making sure to get at least a little bit of misdirection so the trigger wouldn’t be the very first thing the dragon thought of upon coming back to lucidity; it wasn’t that he wanted Varan to forget, just that the surprise of that compulsion would catch even better if he wasn’t actively awaiting a snap.

Kordys took a second and wiped his hands against his sides to make sure the snap was punchy, unlike last time.

“…and…. awake!” he said, smiling.

The dragon blinked a couple times, starting slow, picking up in pace; shaking his head, yawning, stretching his arms overhead with a groan, and then leveling out and letting his eyes resume their usual look rather than half-lidded and tired.

“Well, that was a good bit of fun. Gotta say, you using the watch makes it a blast. The visual focus adds a lot, I really like getting stuck on your words and the shining sight at the same time.”

He yawned, a shorter one than the prior.

“Since we’re wrapped up, I might just go and-”

Kordys chuckled, and he stopped, tilting his head.

“Who said anything about being done here?” the crow asked.

Varan shifted his legs, now cognizant of that throbbing arousal, trying to mask it without drawing attention; a failure, the crow noticing the conspicuous gesture.

He snapped, and the dragon’s attention instantly locked. His expression didn’t change, but he froze, not a single idle motion moving, breath still held.

“Varan, would you be a dear and stand up? I think I’d like to revisit that idea of you at attention. Go refill my water and bring it back.”

He stood and scooped the glass off the table, taking it across the room; the faucet was turned, then turned again to shut it off, and he’d just as soon handed it to the crow when realization dawned across his face.

“I– When you–” he started.

“Yeah, as I said, we’ve only really just started.” Kordys snapped with a smirk. Another snap rang out. “Hands behind your back, at attention. I know you’ve been dreaming of it.”

His posture complied in seconds, standing there, chest puffed out by way of having his shoulders pulled back. Legs perfectly shoulder-width, eyes forward, remaining motionless as a statue.

“Good dragon.”

From his casual seated position, he could see just what an effect it was having on the dragon – and why not take a closer look, anyway? He snapped.

“While you’re at it, drop the shorts.”

Docile compliance followed again, not a word spoken as the sound of fabric hit the floor and those bulging briefs were in full view. The crow reached up and held that protrusion in the palm of his hand, warm, feeling it through the soft weave.

“Getting excited, I see.”

“You’re really flexing that control, I didn’t really stand a chance.” he said, blush returning.

“Actually, I think you’d be better served by a different response.“ Snap. “How about… hmm. ‘Yes, Sir, of course I am.‘” he said, attempting to recreate the dragon’s dull, monotone voice.

Whatever Varan was going to say, his turquoise eyes went wide and his tongue felt bound, only relenting that hold when he spoke the words he was assigned; not at all what his response initially was, his first reaction now lost. He was made to hear his own voice repeat the exact phrase he was told, and with a deep breath, he was even more aware of that posture, how controlled he was… and he started to even agree with what he had said.

“Much better. I think I like you this way quite a bit.” Kordys said.

He pondered a bit, thinking of what to do with his thrall now that the trigger was buried in his head; so many thoughts, and he returned to that very first fantasy he had the day before.

“Varan?” Snap. “Be a good dragon and strip the rest off. When you’re done, come kneel down in front of me. Fits you perfectly to be where you belong before me.”

“As you wish, Sir.”

The avian felt no need to even turn around, remaining content, lost in his own delights, as a blue-scaled dragon wandered in front of him, hitting the ground with a thud as he fell to his knees. He looked up at the bird, tail swinging side to side, feathered hand already dragging fingers softly across those horns as he once again guided that head to his lap; in a much different sense than last time, resting the dragon against his crotch.

“That’s a good dragon. I didn’t even have to tell you how to respond, you’re a natural at it.”

“To be fair, we’ve done this more than a few times, Sir, just not in person-” he said, muffled. Kordys pulled that horn to bury him between his legs, snapping in his ear.

“Just say ‘I’m a good dragon, Sir.’ and forget about the rest.”

It was almost hard to discern the response from where he was at, muffled to a point of inaudibility now. The crow had no doubt it was exactly as he was told.

“If only I’d brought a collar, I’m sure you’d look adorable in it right now. Sit back a bit and let me see just how worked up you are, lizard.”

A glance down revealed a small puddle of precum, cock hanging between those kneeling legs and bouncing when Kordys spoke.

“A good dragon like you needs to be commanded, doesn’t he.”

“Correct, Sir. I need to have my mind under lock and key, puppetted around.”

He was surprised at the eloquence – or rather that something more simple than plain agreement came out – but the monotone, drooling pace of those words ensured him that the dragon was adequately zonked out. Still, hearing those affirmations made Kordys hot under the collar, and he followed suit in shrugging off his lower attire, nothing but a shirt left.

“Quite a lot for you to say. Let me fix that. I’ll speak, and you’ll just soak it in. No need to repeat anything, you can just enjoy it.”

The crow leaned back, hiking his legs up and dropping his feet on the dragon’s face like a floormat.

“You’re a good dragon. You’re an obedient dragon. You’re enthralled and ensorcelled and helplessly awaiting orders.”

He pressed a bit, scales under his soles, soft and gentle; and a tongue rolled out, warm, wet, making him shiver with pleasure as it rolled along them.

“It’s nice to be thoughtless. It’s comfortable to be told what to think.”

Driving it in, piece by piece, his cock starting to twitch as he received the devoted attention, only able to hear those low growls and his now-quivering voice.

“Thoughts towards service, affirming your place as a servant. Right where you belong.”

When he’d had enough, he returned to his previous pose, now insatiable after that, seeing the dragon and knowing what he’d be perfect doing.

Reaching forward, a tug at those horns once again drew him close, cock draping over his snout, buried between that shaft and what hung underneath. Varan’s eyes fell to a half-lidded waking sleep as soon as he took a deep breath and basked in it, the warmth making him feel content.

Kordys found himself barely able to speak, so he just let the bliss consume him – a sudden thought that he hadn’t even been snapping through that last part, Varan so eager – and he just took a moment to let the pleasure wash over him. Soon, he started to push between the dragon’s lips and feel that tongue on a different part of him, sliding that shaft into his maw, steering him by those horns; deeper, and back, until he’d taken a passive role and let the dragon start to bob his head from his own need.

Again and again, cyclical, until all that pleasure had come to a head and he’d tugged the horn close, climaxing in that scaled maw, drained and spent as he went limp in the seat. They remained for a moment, an eternity, before the bird withdrew and fished in his pocket for the trinket again.

He started to swing it right in front of those turquoise eyes.

“I told you that you’d be staring while you knelt for me, dragon.”

Back and forth, side to side. His free hand made a loud snap, watching the dragon’s maw fall open.

“Wouldn’t be fair if I was the only one to get some relief. Why don’t you be a good dragon and start stroking? Tell me through that haze how deep you sink for a pocketwatch whenever I’m swinging. Tell me how good it feels to obey, to find yourself magnetized to that service, letting me guide you, so utterly in my command.”

The only thing that came out was a groan, perhaps a “yes,” but it was quite hard to hear around his panting and feverish stroking, clawed hand travelling up and down his shaft with desire, completely lost in that task.

Snap.

“Cum for me, dragon.”

His body froze as he did what he was told, letting loose that torrent, spraying his seed with abandon, still otherwise motionless; and then that same limp relaxation overtook his body, rumbling with bliss. The feathered hand bent down to hold his chin, unwinding those suggestions, undoing those triggers, and letting him gracefully rise back up to awareness; still on his knees, of course.

His gaze broke through the miasma that had surrounded it, just as sharp and lucid as he had started, shaking his head and feeling his body tighten a bit. He fell forward to rest his chin on the couch again, laying against the crow.

“Kordys, that was… I was hoping you were going to do something like that. It really is just a blast when you grab those reins and take control.”

The crow smiled down, even if it wouldn’t be seen by the dragon with his face still pressed against him.

“What can I say? You’re just the best at drawing it out of me. Like I said, it was a little scary, but, you really did give the perfect encouragement for me to feel capable of doing it.”

The dragon just reached up and gave a pat to the bird’s leg.

“Always happy to inspire that. Plus, I’m sure that now, if you wanted to change some of those behaviors around, you could. Don’t have to worry about how I act when you can dictate it.”

“Heh, don’t you worry. I forgot to use the snapping trigger for half of that. Still not as bad as forgetting the pocketwatch yesterday, but I’ve got things to work on too.”

“You’re a dork, Kordys.”

“Funny how ‘dork’ changes to a proper title and being wrapped around my cock whenever I so much as give the word.”

A grumble resounded, but the two both chuckled.

“Now, we should probably clean this all up.”