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Haven't had a chance at a proper fight since we got here. That's close as I've gotten.

[It's still annoyingly sexy, but he could just fight and not "take his prize"...

Seems like Ali had different priorities. He smirks at that, watching as Ali scrubbed him clean in his usual, fussy, caring way,]

You're the only one I'd let have those winnings. [in part because nobody else could beat him, but technicalities]

Good. I'm the only one who has that right.

[Concord is a skilled fighter, unbeatable in a fight and a terror to see as an opponent. Only Ali is allowed to win against him in any physical contest.]

Let's get you cleaned up first. I don't want to taste oil when I ravish you.

You want your mouth all over me, I take it.

[Concord wouldn't be against that. He keeps himself leaned down so he can kiss Ali back, purposefully distracting him from the task at hand. He likes to bother the dragon too much, especially when he's getting focused in on something.

And to tease him, of course,]

That's why you came to find me, ain't it? In the mood to knock a big man down beneath you?

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[So distracting. They need to be clean first, don't delay things!

He only looks slightly miffed about the distracting kiss though.]

The original plan was to just get you to rest, but fucking you so hard your legs turn to jelly seems like a fun way to accomplish that.

[In much the same way his filthier mouth gets to Ali, hearing the dragon talk like that riles Concord up on the spot. His dick is half hard with interest already, helped along to full stiffness with Ali's hands lathering him up,]

I'll be limping out of here, then? My prior opponents will know you did a number on me.

Well of course. It's what they were calling for after all. To the victor goes the spoils.

[Ali is not so keen on a public performance, but he will show no mercy in private.]

Or I could leave you all worked up for the walk back to your room.

[He says this while not even needing to glance down. A gentle press of his knee between Concord's legs confirms it well enough.]

Of all the thing from the good ol' days... you riling me up in your treasury office and sending me marching back to the barracks full mast is not one I wish to relive, Aligrezoph.

[He will brazenly press himself into Ali's leg at that, letting his cock rut against slick, warm, wet skin. Smooth, too, Ali never one for excess body hair.]

[Oh no, he remembers that incident and has to press the back of his hand to his mouth to keep from laughing. My, how the time flies.]

You're right, that won't do at all.

[His hands move lower, sudsing up Concord's sides and then his hips. He also keeps his knee firmly in place, to give Concord something to grind against while he works.]

This oil really gets everywhere, doesn't it?

I have more hair than you, for it to stick to...

[Body hair and mane hair alike, it's all prone to getting messy. He ducks in to Ali's temple and kisses him at an eyebrow before kissing the round shell of his ear, muttering with heat,]

I'd rather you spread oil inside me than off of me. [different oil, fresh lubricant, really, but he wants to feel Ali's warmth within him, impatient for that already]

Been too long.

[Ali could be a dick an insist on washing Concord fully before giving him what he wants. But alas, Concord is being far too tempting for that. Ali isn't one to say no to a request made with kisses either.]

Got any oil, then?

[Suffice to say, he's not going to use the stuff that got smeared on them before the 'fight'. He has standards.]

Seems to always be in reach. [Concord looks around the space, getting used to how the hotel conducts itself. Lubricant, condoms, whatever one could really ask for in regards to sex tended to be within arms reach in any given space.

And, yep, just chilling with the shampoos and soaps- lube. This place knows what it is about. Concord can respect that, in moments like this, of want and haste. He reaches and hands it to Ali dutifully.

Before turning himself all the way around, putting one hand flat to the shower wall and using the other to pull his braid forward over a shoulder. Nothing but his long, attractively built out back and ass, letting the water fall over him to remove the last of the oil and dirt of the stadium off him. A typically wordless invitation for Ali, as well. He knows what to do with Concord in such a position!]

[He takes the bottle, and for a moment he's caught up reading through the label. So much so that it takes Concord turning around for him to look back up at the man in front of him.

...he could be a jerk and insist on washing Concord's back...

Eventually he does rub a soapy hand over Concord's back to help the water rinse away the oil and dirt. Then he leaves a soapy handprint over Concord's cutie mark before rinsing his hands off and opening the bottle.]

Think you can stay standing the whole time? Or do you need to get off your feet after I prep you?

[Concord doesn't mind the washing of his back, patient with Ali. It feels very nice to have gentle hands on him. He's only spent four days getting battered and thrown around. That intensity of violence makes Ali's tenderness all the more satisfying for contrast.

Which also means he is exhausted, so the idea he can't stay on his feet isn't as offensive as it would usually sound. Still, it's an obvious taunt and he will chomp that bait,]

Knock me off my feet again, if you can. [Concord will be a glutton for punishment, if it's coming from Ali]

Anything for you, dear.

[He will suplex this man into a bed later. But for now, he uncaps the bottle and squirts some of its contents onto his fingers. It's amazing how far lubricants have come, this stuff is honestly easier to use than the oils they used back in the day. Easier to clean up afterwards too, which is something he appreciates.

Once his fingers are good and coated, he'll slide his fingers between Concord's asscheeks, teasing him a bit more. That area is sensitive, he knows, and he wants to make Concord feel good.]

[He needs to be bullied into taking care of himself, it's true. Especially when he's in this kind of a state, raw and coming down from the height of battle. While this was no grand war, Concord can still be... particularly stubborn and reactive after he's been fighting too long.

Ali knows how he gets, even if... Concord can be more unpredictable than usual when this happens. His leg tense at Ali's touch, posture held strictly still,]

Then don't- make me wait forever. [He says, not making it easier. There is always "break glass in case of stubborn unicorn" which is to start messing with his hair, he will always melt at that from Ali.]

[He will save the hair-tugging for later. Concord can be difficult at times, but Ali thinks he can handle this level of difficult. After all, Concord just wants to release some pent-up tension, and who is Ali to deny him?

He hums thoughtfully at those words as he presses in with a finger, carefully sliding it in as he watches for any painful reactions. Unless Concord has bottomed for someone else here, it's been over a year since they've done it this way. it's best to take it slow and stretch him out properly.]

You missed this, didn't you?

[While his body is tense, Concord can't help but relax around the intrusion. Ali's touch is always so perfectly warm, like he ran at the exact correct temperature for Concord's liking. In truth, Concord is the one who adjusted to such a preference. Ali's warmth is something he'll always seek, his touch inside or out is most sought after,]

Of course... I do... [He welcomes Ali fingering him deeper with a widening of his stance, an arching of his back. Another digit pressing in is fine, he is not delicate about this act in the slightest, not finding Ali's elegant fingers difficult to handle.]

[Ali doesn't delay in adding a second finger, knowing that Concord can handle that much with lubricant to help. Though he is getting eager himself- they're both naked, there's no hiding his interest here- he's making sure Concord is well prepped. Leave it to Ali to be methodical about topping during sex.]

And yet instead of just asking, I had to chase you down.

[The tone is light, teasing Concord just a little bit while Ali prods and stretches Concord out. It's easy to get sidetracked sometimes, which is why Ali is here to drag Concord away from whatever catches his interest for an unhealthy amount of time.]

[At least Ali isn't trying to have an instruction manual open during this, anymore...]

You're not a fair fight, Ali... Nhh- come on- I want you, you already won...

[Concord really cannot hope to stand up to Ali when they're riled up and wanting each other. It just takes a word (or maybe, a short argument, for stubbornness sake) to get Concord on his knees for Ali. Or his back. Or his front. Concord will twist himself up if it's what Ali likes of him.

His back arches and he'll rub his firmly toned ass to the dragon's stiff cock behind him. Is that a fair move of his own? Probably not, but it's what he's got in this position.]

[Ali feels Concord grind back against him, and he's quick to move his free hand to Concord's braid. He's not pulling yet, but he has a firm grip on it.]

Ah ah ah, I didn't say you could do that yet.

[Concord may have said Ali has already won, but Ali is making sure to cement the 'lesson' in Concord's mind. When he wins he's the boss. And Ali can be quite bossy.]

[Even if he's not tugging on Concord's hair, just grabbing it sends a shiver down his spine. His back was already arching, but it tenses and shivers tightly in place. Both hands pressed into the tile wall dig fingertips in place, Concord's arms flexing to keep himself still,]

You, you don't want to wait either- stop teasin'-

[he's desperate, but the stubborn argumentation is all he's got. Ali is the boss, Concord isn't fighting back, all bark and not a nibble of bite,]

[It's amazing to Ali, how this man can be so strong and stubborn and yet he comes apart with just a few words and a touch.

Ali will lean up close, as close as he can get, pressing his front against Concord's back. All of this is so he can lean up and bite Concord's shoulder, firm but also not hard enough to cause serious injury. This stubborn mule has just fought for several days, Ali reasons, he can handle one more mark on his skin.

He pulls away only slightly, so he can speak to Concord in a low tone.]

You know what you need to say, Concord.

[He's going to make Concord ask for relief. And to accentuate his point, he pulls his fingers out entirely so Concord can't grind against them.]

[He's only this easy to fold over for Ali, he'd swear it.

His skin burns under Ali's teeth, his blood rushing as his heart rate jolts upward. The dragon just does this to him, sets him on fire every time they're intimate. It was true, they had gone too long since Concord submitted to his long time lover.

Doesn't mean he'll cave right away. He reaches an arm back and catches the back of Ali's hair in turn, keeping him held so close at Concord's ear. All tangled up in each other, just how they belong,]

Aligrezoph... [his tone is as it was that very first time they fucked around. Warning and also full of desire. The only difference is now Concord is more certain, doesn't need the same reassurance that this is okay for them to be doing as that first time. He grinds his teeth, willing himself,]

Please. Now. I'm ready.

[Ali's breath stutters as he's caught. He's trying to be cool and in charge here, figuring Concord would be wound up and just want to be told what to do, but the way Concord catches him like that makes him whole-body shudder. The confidence Concord has is very attractive, as is the way Concord goes along with Ali's acts.

Concord only does this for him, Ali thinks, his heart beating with an emotion they've been dancing around for centuries.]

Since you asked so nicely...

[He has to let go of Concord's hair to spread the man's cheeks, but he doesn't leave Concord waiting for long. He sinks in, slow but steady, in one long push until he bottoms out within Concord.

He's breathing heavily by the end of it too, there's no denying how much he gets worked up over this man.]

[Ali finally gives him just what he wants. Needs, even. The warmth filling him is pure satisfaction. Ali at his back, being held onto and holding onto Concord in turn, is pure comfort. No matter how many centuries pass, he cannot get enough of the dragon's heat. He always wants that fire to be within and around him.

Concord smirks at Ali's panting breath against the side of his neck, always glad to pleasure the man in turn,]

K, keep going... maybe I'll even beg for you. [he would like that, in that it takes a whole lot of Ali's attention to get Concord to that point. It wouldn't be fun if it was too easy.]

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