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[Their usual height difference is solves by Concord buckling his knees down, chasing the exact sensation Ali is trying to give him. They can expertly navigate both their own and each other's bodies in these forms, they'd been doing this for centuries over now. Concord knows just how to position himself so Ali can reach the best parts of him-]

Ali- Come on- [it's far from protest, his tone more pleading than anything. Close to begging, right on the edge of that kind of desperation. He definitely wants to come, likely could at any moment if Ali just loosened his grip on Concord's thick cock.

Still, he's always stubborn, right to the ends and to the peaks. If Ali comes first, he wins, right? That's how it works.]

[It's that desperation that Ali was listening for. As soon as he hears it- as soon as he feels it in Concord's movements- he shifts his hand to start stroking Concord instead.

As he does this, he speaks into Concord's ear:]

Come for me.

[He really is close to his own release, but it's a victory for him if Concord comes first. Two idiots, sharing the same braincell.]

[Concord does not want to lose twice in a row to Ali. Sure, Concord basically rolled over and let him win in the arena, but...

There's no mercy he's giving here, he's just easily overwhelmed by the dragon's hold on him. His pleasure so easy to drag forth. Ali just knows each twist and turn of the combination lock that pops Concord off,]

You- first-! [a ridiculous thing to say through grit teeth, because Concord promptly comes. His knees lock further, body tensing and back arching. Release pumps out from his cock, twitching heavily beneath Ali's stroking grasp. Cum splatters onto the wall in front of them, Concord left with his head hung, mouth open, panting and drooling as the warm water of the shower continues to cascade over their connected bodies,]

[Ali might very well come first, because he's shuddering and spilling deep inside Concord while Concord finds his own release. It seems like spite had kept him going, but once he let Concord have relief he allowed himself to have some too.

(Regardless of who comes first, Ali will still claim victory.)

He presses his forehead against Concord's back, using it as a support to keep himself standing up while his heavy breaths fall against the skin there. Fuck. It's been a while since they've done anything intense like that. They need to do this in the shower again sometime.

Once both of them are spent, Ali lets go of Concord's dick and wraps his arms around Concord's waist, hugging the man from behind. It might be difficult to hear with the shower running, but Ali murmurs a few words there.]

Don't scare me like that, ok?

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