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[b]Scent of a Claim - Comm by Ally w/Hika[/b]

Commission made by Ally. You can see his Telegram channel here! --> https://t.me/ArtllysArts

Hikari belongs to jpnavarro
Joma belongs to jomagaher

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It was a challenge. Their gazes never parted ways. Hikari was the weight pinning him down, the heat pressing into him, the force Joma pretended he still had any chance of resisting. Hikari knew he was being rough, but that wouldn’t stop either of them. Hikari had Joma pinned firmly to the ground, wrists trapped above his head, one of the gecko’s legs hooked around his waist exactly where Hikari wanted it. Joma tested the grip with a small pull — not enough to break free, just enough to make the dragon feel the challenge in it. Even held there, flushed and breathless, the gecko looked up as if daring him to try harder.

His barbed cock glided in and out in a steady, firm and rough rhythm. The dragon showed his teeth, grinning even more widely as he was trying to get some screams of pain mixed with pleasure from the gecko. They had a bet after all: the first to groan loudly or scream would invite the other for dinner after some proper aftercare and a long thorough shower (in which they may have a second round).

But neither of them could afford to lose focus. Not when every breath, every twitch, every swallowed sound could decide who lost the bet first. The memory alone sent a shiver down Hikari’s spine: Joma lowering his muzzle, breathing in the musk between Hikari’s thighs before taking him into his mouth, letting that heavy, unmistakable scent fill his lungs until the first edge of resistance softened into need. He even put his hands on his head and pushed as deep as possible, forcing the gecko to deepthroat. In normal situations the gecko would have gagged, but Hikari knew his musk as an interesting side effect: it made his partners’ bodies loosen, their breaths growing warmer, deeper, helplessly eager. His musk did that to those who wanted him badly enough, making it easier for them to take him, to yield to him, to want more of him than they should. That made the penetration plausible in one firm thrust, making the gecko whimper. While he ravaged the reptile from inside out, his barbs made every thrust feel like a claim, a rough reminder that, for tonight, every inch of the cute, chubby gecko beneath him belonged to Hikari.

Joma was still looking at him defiantly. His cheeks were flushed, his breathing uneven, but there was something bright and deliberate in his eyes, the kind of challenge that made Hikari’s grin sharpen. Even pinned, Joma was not giving him surrender for free. He was making Hikari earn it. Joma’s arms were still trapped above his head, leaving him beautifully exposed. The heat of him rose from his skin in soft, tempting waves — sweat, arousal, that sweet little trace that was unmistakably Joma.

Hikari leaned closer, inhaling first. His grin widened. He liked that scent. He liked it even more knowing it would not remain untouched for long.

Then he dragged his tongue over one of those vulnerable spots, slow and possessive, tasting him before pressing closer, letting his own musk cling to the gecko’s skin. The taste only made the hunger in him worse. He took the chance to whisper into the gecko’s ear.

“I am getting close, little lizard. Maybe I might impregnate that ass of yours and make you carry my offspring.”

Judging by how hard he clenched around his cock, the idea was appealing to the gecko. The dragon decided it was the moment for the official claiming. His hips moved faster, rougher, no longer giving Joma much time to adjust. For tonight, Hikari was the one setting the pace, and Joma’s only task was to keep up with what he had provoked.

Without warning, Hikari buried himself as deep as he could and released everything into him, filling Joma with hot, possessive pulses. He felt Joma’s climax coming too as the gecko screamed Hikari’s name, wriggling his arms, his hands still trapped in the dragon’s grasp. He lifted his torso a bit and saw how the gecko´s semen made a mess on his abdomen. That was how Hikari liked him: breathless, flushed, and messed by what they had done together.

When he felt he was almost spent, Hikari withdrew just enough to let the last few spurts stain his submissive reptile’s abdomen, mixing with Joma’s own release. He looked at the gecko, satisfied, both sweating and even muskier. The dragon watched his seed leak from the gecko’s entrance in slow, obscene pulses.

Hikari licked his teeth. Joma, even if he had lost his bet, was still looking at him with lust and desire.

“Little naughty lizard…” Hikari whispered. “This is just the beginning…”

By the end of the night, Joma would stink unmistakably of him — sweat, musk, claim and ruin, clinging to his skin like proof that the dragon had been there.

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Hope you liked the story and the art!
With love
Joma