Warning: this story contains dragon sex, gay sex, intense teasing and light foot fetish. Don't like it, don't read it. Also, all characters are adults in this story.

TOO HOT

"It's too hot!" Winter complained annoyingly for the millionth time.

Since this morning, the IceWing has only been talking about the temperature. Outside, the sun was visible and no clouds obstructed its illuminating rays. Seeing the beautiful weather made Qibli want to go outside and fly, play hide and seek with his friends or even relax on the grass. How unlucky it happened a few days before the vacation. If he could - because he didn't want to be scolded by Thorn - he would have skipped the classes to enjoy the weather.

And he would have liked to go outside during the lunch time, but the grumpy dragon had preferred to stay in their cave where "it was the coolest place in this damn school". In addition, he wanted so much to complete the Herbs and Healing homework before tomorrow's class. Winter, always capricious! Despite everything, Qibli had followed him: he did not want to be separated from this magnificent crybaby.

After a sigh of discouragement, his gaze moved to the window. He could see the sun shining brightly from here, cradling the Jade Mountain and its surrounding forests with its white light. Trees like blades of grass swayed quietly by the quiet breeze, creating waves of whitish reflection. He could hear birds singing in the distance and an orange butterfly flew past his muzzle. What a paradise! If only he could fly freely like this insect! This remember him of the Sand Kingdom, of his friends who were not aware of his great news, of the soft and warm sand that seeped between his claws, of Thorn that he will hug her. Even though he felt bad for leaving Winter and his friends behind, he couldn't wait for his vacation to return to his kingdom.

However, he couldn't stare at this beautiful, sunny landscape forever. On the contrary, he must finish his assignment too. He knew himself well: he would rather play some djembe and take care of his favorite IceWing than work on such a long and boring homework. So he concentrated as much as possible on this too simple work, but when he had put his claw in the inkwell, he heard another complaint from his clawmate,

"This heat is killing me!"

"Hey, chill out and stop complaining, Winter!" he teased him with a friendly wing flick on his shoulder.

"Stupid Sand Snorter," the ice dragon murmured grumpily. "How do you manage to survive a hellish temperature like this?"

"Simply by living my life like all the other dragons I guess? Or maybe I'm too hot for you."

At this sentence, the young sand dragon winked before chuckling, making the IceWing wince in disgust. He loved Winter's reactions so much when he teased him. He could also hear him whisper "disgusting" before going back to being the cold dragon - if he could say it. However, the blue pale male let words filled with despair come out of his mouth as they refocused on their assignment, "But I wouldn't be against something cold. I don't know, a seal or even a simple popsicle."

"So the prince is hungry for a little snack?" the SandWing attempted with a mocking tone.

"According to you, moron?" the other dragon pouted with an irritated expression, his gaze still focused on his copy.

This remark chilled the conversation, but Qibli didn't give up. Instead, he was thinking of a way to make him smile. It was natural: every day, Qibli always made it a goal to make the grumpy prince smile - even a smirk counts! -. How could he stop him complaining about the hot weather? Was there a way to make this afternoon better for him and the Icewing? How would the two have a good time together?

At this moment, he had just figured out how to deal with all these questions.

After a hesitation, he put aside the prince's parchment and his with a staggering claw in front of the other dragon's questioning gaze. Then, without warning him, he climbed onto the stone table, exposing his half-erected brownish member. As expected, the IceWing's face turned dark blue, expressing shock and surprise. Still, the sand dragon noticed a glint of desire in his blue eyes. He had noticed it clearly: a part of Winter craved him intensely, and Qibli intended to use this weak point to his advantage.

"In that case, I think I can provide you with something to cool you off," the sand-colored dragon seduced with a wink filled with subtext.

"Idiot!" the ice dragon exclaimed with irritation, his gaze directed elsewhere even though he dared to look a few times at the exotic SandWing's cock. "I can go and drink some water on my own, thank you. And I don't have time for such trivialities: I absolutely must finish this assignment now."

As Winter was about to take up his parchment, Qibli abruptly got on his two hind legs, his two front legs leaning against their cave wall, his spasmodic member close to his clawmate's muzzle. At this more intrusive attempt, the IceWing let out an annoyed growl, his head turned in one direction to avoid looking at the dragonhood in front of him. Despite everything, his cheeks were darker and the sand dragon could even glimpse below the table a bluish tip gently emerging from his slit. He couldn't help but smile seductively and bring his member closer to the point of resting it on the IceWing's snout. Winter was so vulnerable at this moment: it was so exciting to see him like that.

"Stop denying it, igloo face: I know how much you really want to drink this refreshment."

If there was one thing Qibli had noticed, it was how much the prince was horny. For some time now, Winter had a strong tendency to show him his erotic side. The desert dragon never thought his clawmate had so many fantasies to fulfill and so much libido to expel. Sometimes, they could be in their cave, in the forest near the school, or even in an empty classroom, giving in to their basic instinct and exploring the body of the other dragon.

This was what happened when Qibli felt the tip of a cold and especially moist muzzle tenderly caress the tip of his sensitive member. He could hear Winter mumble "dirty perverted scorpion", but he lost all control of reality when his partner was tenderly stroked by the ice dragon's smooth muzzle. Although he winced at first at the slightly unpleasant temperature contrast, he quickly got used to it and took pleasure in caressing the rounded tip of his cock on his cheek. By these sensual caresses, his sand-colored body trembled because of these waves of pleasant tickling. He could feel the tip of his cock itching by the friction on this smooth, but reliefs covered face. However, it was all just an appetizer.

He missed a heartbeat when he felt a wet organ settle on his dragonhood tip. Then, he gently licked this sensitive part, making Qibli instinctively open his mouth to let out a quiet moan. With each lick, the rough dark blue tongue took the time to slowly clean this stimulating area, picking up a few transparent droplets that came out of his member from time to time. The IceWing even had an intense pleasure to run his tongue between the skin pearls which formed a crown at the base of its tip. By all these extraordinary stimuli that tickled his crotch, Qibli could not help but opening his mouth wide to let out jerky exhalations and steamy moans.

Between licks, the SandWing couldn't help but glance at Winter. Below him, an ice dragon used his lukewarm slobbering tongue to voluptuously massage the tip of his drink. Although he looked serious, the desert dragon could see a lot of pleasure and desire in his eyes as blue as the sea. His half-closed eyes were fixed on the solid brownish cock that stood in front of him. He could even hear sometimes passionate grunts coming out of the lustful prince's mouth when he tenderly licked the ticklish tip. Qibli noticed it well: he loved to suck him. He loved the moment so much that the sand-colored dragon could see out of the corner of his eye one of Winter's front paws stroking his strong straightened member in a steady motion. If he could, Qibli could continue to admire him during this hot moment of intimacy.

Nonetheless, he was surprised by the progression of Winter's rough tongue: the curious organ continued to ascend towards the center of his dragonhood. Gracefully, the tongue caressed in a voluptuous way the skin pearls that lined up lengthwise below his spasmodic member, taking the time to greedily suck a few in the process. Because of the contact with the warm mouth on these erogenous bits of skin, Qibli felt like he was going to fly to cloud nine. If there was one weak point that excited him so much, it was getting the skin pearls sucked, whether it was for the sensation of the tongue tickling this so sensitive area, for the flesh filled with reliefs of his snout which caressed them and for the suction which caused intense waves of pleasurable tingling through his body. Because of all the tickling, he had a strong urge to ejaculate, but he could never reach the climax. Frustrated by this unpleasant feeling in his crotch, Qibli could not help but order between two jerky breaths, "Ha, W-Winter! Suck me, igloo face."

But the malicious prince continued to tease him with a teasing smile. Worse, as he voluptuously sucked the ticklish pearls of skin, he used one of his available claws to stroke the tip of his sensitive cock in a circular motion. From that moment, Qibli could no longer control himself: his body was filled with spasms as intense tingling invaded his brownish member. The sensations were so strong that he had a hard time catching his breath. His claws scratched the stone wall, leaving behind them indelible marks. The only way to reduce those tickles was to contort his face and moan as loud as he could. Still, that damn IceWing looked at him with a teasing look, saying, "You're not so tough, are you?" Faced with this reaction, he wanted so badly to scratch him to get that sadistic smile out of his face, but he didn't have the strength. He even felt like he was going to pass out anytime.

As if he had finally felt sorry for him, the ice dragon stopped everything, giving Qibli the chance to come to his senses. He only had the time to breathe some fresh air before he felt something lukewarm covering the tip of his cock. With a long growl of satisfaction, the sand dragon firmly held Winter's head. Without hesitation, the pale blue scaled dragon pushed the spasmodic member deeper into its mouth, stroking it with its rough, slobbering tongue. In addition to feeling the cold exhalations brush his massive member, the edges covered with reliefs inside his mouth created tingling so pleasant to his crotch.

To spice up this sensual massage, Winter exploited his weak point: with his curious tongue, he didn't hesitate to caress the underside of his penis in a back and forth motion, cuddling the sensitive skin pearls in the process. By these pleasant tickles, Qibli moaned with each lick on this erogenous zone. His body shook with all the spasms in his solid member as his breathing hitched between two squeals filled with desire. He could even feel a liquid begin to flow between his hind legs, his knot swell and the spasms in his penis multiply. He was so close to climax, to the ultimate release. He wanted to relieve himself at all costs, and as quickly as possible.

It was for this reason that he instinctively moved his pelvis in a regular back and forth motion, his spasmodic member slipping into the lukewarm, wet muzzle of the IceWing. He could hear a surprised growl as well as choking sounds coming from the prince's snout, but Qibli had only one goal: to release the load immediately.

Fortunately, it only needed a few back-and-forths to reach cloud nine. In a final movement, he let out a long growl of enjoyment before releasing a torrent of whitish liquid directly into the pale blue dragon's muzzle. He could hear underneath him that Winter was choking by this impressive amount of semen, but Qibli's talon on his head held him in place, forcing him to take all of that gooey liquid. On the SandWing side, he thought he was going to pass out, but he tried to stay still as much as possible. His heart pounded as he could feel his own cum covering his cock. Fortunately, his breathing began to become regular and deep as his consciousness began to come back.

Lacking strength, the sand-colored dragon collapsed on the stone table, a satisfied look on his mouth. Now relaxed, he could feel a lot of discomfort running through his body. For his mind, it was saturated with all the pleasure he had got during this carnal moment. He had to take a deep breath to bring his senses back. He was beginning to hear the footsteps of students coming out of their cave. Maybe the next class will start soon, but Qibli didn't want to think about it anymore: he had to take care of the IceWing first.

When he thought about Winter, he looked at him and saw with shock the state of the poor breathless prince: the top of his head was marked by his claws which had held it firmly, his cheeks were a dark blue, tears beaded up the corner of his eyes, semen flowed in the corner of his muzzle. The SandWing couldn't help but feel guilty for mistreating his clawmate. He hoped so much Winter wasn't going to hate him for his lack of finesse. Ashamed, he climbed down from the stone table and apologized as he walked toward the IceWing,

"Winter, are you okay? I am so sorry for being rude."

"Yes, I'm fine…" answered the concerned dragon with an outraged expression, too busy to take a breath.

Silence settled in their cave as the two dragons looked at each other without saying a word. Qibli took this time to tenderly admire the serious IceWing. Despite what had happened, the ice dragon softened his gaze and even shyly smirked. As the tips of their wings began to touch, Qibli spontaneously reasoned,

"At the same time, it's your fault to tease me too much."

"Stupid Sand Snorter, don't forget who started it," Winter replied harshly, crossing his arm to pout. "I was just doing my job to get as much 'juice' as possible."

Congratulations, Qibli! You managed to spoil this moment of tenderness with your big mouth. He felt bad that he had destroyed the romantic atmosphere in their room. However, his piercing eyes noticed a movement from the other dragon's blue gaze. The IceWing looked awkwardly at one part of the SandWing body: his feet. At this view he seemed to enjoy, his blue cock twitched, begging Qibli to release the pressure. Thinking about what will happen next, the sand dragon sensually licked his lips before moving closer to the prince. He lay down opposite him, his muzzle close to the hard member, his lower body close to Winter's upper body. At this gesture, the ice dragon stared at him with his cold gaze.

"At least you deserve a nice reward for relieving me," the SandWing explained sensually, lifting one of his talons close to the pale blue dragon's muzzle.

Winter displayed a surprise expression at this particular offering. Still, even though he looked disgusted, Qibli could notice his interest when he saw him blushing, his tail fluttering and his ears straightened. Still, Winter tried to sound as calm as possible when he spoke annoyingly,

"What are you doing, brainless scorpion? Get your dirty paw out of my sight!"

"Stop denying it, igloo face! I know you love them so much. Did you really think I was sleeping that night when you tried to be quiet to worship my feet?"

At this revelation, it was the IceWing's face that turned dark, shocked. He could read fear in his eyes, surely afraid that everyone would know his shameful fantasy and laugh at him. Qibli reassured him with a tone filled with libido, all accompanied by a knowing wink,

"Don't worry, igloo face. It will stay between the two of us. In the future, do not hesitate to tell me if you want to worship them. Now let yourself loose and do whatever you want with them: you deserve this award."

To accompany his speech, he flirtatiously flexed his toes. Winter was relieved that his biggest secret was not going to be revealed. Now more relaxed, his eyes filled with tenderness plunged into the sand-colored talon. For a moment, all he did was admire them, blushing, but after a contemptuous snort, he gently placed his muzzle on its sole. Even though Qibli never understood his fetish, he enjoyed the feel of the muzzle caressing his feet, the cold paws passionately massaging his claws, and the breath brushing his scales.

However, what he liked the most was the beautiful view in front of him: a massive blue member throbbed with every sniff, begging Qibli to take care of it. Without waiting any longer, he directed his hungry snout towards the spasmodic dragonhood and, unlike Winter, sucked directly at the rounded tip. He could hear a small squeal, obstructed by one of his hind paws, coming out from the IceWing's muzzle. Satisfied by this sign, he quietly began his erotic massage. With a calculated lick, he stroked the tip of his cock before the rough edges of his muzzle tightened on the dragonhood. Curious, his forked organ snaked along with the bluish cock, feeling at the same time the spasms on his slobbering tongue. The salty taste of sweat mixed with the aftertaste of cum made the taste experience masterful, and the smell of musk tickling his nostrils made an extraordinary time. Carried away by all these stimuli, he had the impression to feel tickles in his own crotch.

Not wanting to waste the opportunity to savor his clawmate's cock, he began to suck it in a slow up and down motion. Not yet used to this circumference in his muzzle, he could only descend three-quarters of the length before choking. In this way, the SandWing did a few warming back-and-forth motions, going a little further each time. He felt his throat dilate as he entered the spasmodic member in his snout. Sometimes, he choked on wanting to go too fast, but with a little perseverance, he finally managed to contain it all in his snout.

It was from that moment that he felt all the pleasant sensations of the blue dragonhood in him. The spasms that were spreading in the member massaged the edges of his muzzle. His forked tongue stroked the rectangular plates aligned below the penis in a scorching movement. He even felt the member throbbing, wanting to get out of this slobbering prison, but his closed snout held it in place. A liquid even began to flow from the tip of the ice dragon's virility which Qibli savored by running his rough tongue over the sensitive tip. By all these extraordinary sensations, the blue member's knot swelled in his muzzle during this sensual cleansing. He could note that Winter was enjoying what was going on when he heard a long, voluptuous growl emerge from his snout covered by the SandWing's hind paws. Qibli suddenly felt something drooling and rough tickling his feet. At this moment, he wanted to release this unpleasant feeling by laughing, but he had to restrain himself: he had to deserve his drink above all.

Ignoring all those almost pleasurable sensations on his soles, his head's motion went faster. Gently, the blue flesh rubbed against his cheeks as the tip of the member caressed his rough palate. The warm pre-cum was running down his throat. In addition to the slightly salty flavor of this liquid, the massive dragonhood tasted like sweat with a little bitter aftertaste. By all these slobbering caresses, the large meat always seemed to explode with all these spasms that ran through it. Despite everything, Qibli took à lot of pleasure in sucking it and running his tongue through the most ticklish areas. Alternately, he caressed the sensitive tip with his forked organ and then licked the base of the member. Because of these licks, the prince's moans intensified and harmonized with the sucking noises and the wet sounds that surrounded their cave.

After several back-and-forths, the number of spasms in the blue member increased, his muscles tightened and Winter's breathing was increasingly shaking. Even his erectile glands swelled in the sand-colored dragon's mouth. Qibli noticed it: the ice male was near climax, and he was close to having his awaited refreshment. In a final burst, the SandWing quickened his head movements as its tongue insisted on the spasmodic dragonhood's ticklish areas. Like he announced that he was going to cum, Winter emitted several small moans between two jerky breaths, his member covered with intense spasms. With a long sigh of relief, he released a huge amount of cum directly into the sand dragon's muzzle. Unlike the IceWing, Qibli easily managed this river of slimy liquid. Without a single movement, he greedily swallowed this exquisite bitter liquid, a smile on his face. After all of that effort to get his drink, he felt so hydrated now. It was the best reward of the day.

In a slow movement, he lifted his head, sticking out at the same time a limp member now covered with a thin layer of saliva and lukewarm cum. The blue cock, exhausted, fell heavily on its owner's stomach, a few whitish droplets coming out. The SandWing didn't want to waste this bitter delight. With a few voluptuous licks, he gathered them before savoring them. Just because of the arousing taste, his brown dragonhood started throbbing again. Nevertheless, surely by this rough tongue which caressed this very sensitive area, discomfort grunts came out of Winter's muzzle. Qibli understood the message and stopped this sensual cleaning. Despite everything, he could not help but admire the soft cock in all its glory, secretly hoping to savor it soon.

A gong suddenly spoiled this quiet moment, tensing the muscles of the two males. Finally, his wish to skip classes had come true. However, there was one who disagreed with the situation.

"Damn melted iceberg, we're late for math class!" the IceWing panicked between two deep breaths.

Despite this anguish, he did not move from his place. Too tired from the ejaculation, he was lying on the floor, out of breath. The SandWing knew well that annoying him about this was going to irritate his clawmate, but he had a solution to calm him down. Slowly, he rose to face the ice prince and stood on top of him, pinning him to the ground with his talons on his shoulders. Although he said a menacing "What the hell are you doing, Sand Snorter", he didn't struggle, probably from lack of strength or willpower. On the contrary, he froze, blushing. In front of this magnificent spectacle, Qibli made his most seductive look and his most beautiful smile. With a delicate claw, he caressed the IceWing's lukewarm cheek. With their snouts only a few claws from touching, they could feel the other's breath stroking their scales. Maybe it was this closeness - or anticipation - that made Qibli blush in return.

Now in this atmosphere of proximity, Qibli explained in a seductive tone,

"No stress. We will just have more time to be together and to continue the assignment. At the same time, we don't risk missing something."

"You can dream! If there's one thing I don't want to miss, it's having the opportunity to be away from you," IceWing replied coldly, even though he showed just the opposite with his tender gaze and his tail intertwining Qibli's.

"Stop it, igloo face! I know you adore me."

For a moment, a silence filled with tension hung in the air. Qibli could feel it well: his heart was pounding, his brain was going to explode from those powerful heartbeats, his body was shaking. Yet there was one thing he couldn't help but admire: the handsome IceWing in front of him. Whether it was his dark blue eyes as magnificent and mysterious as ocean water, his sparkling and immaculate scales, or his facial expression both annoyed and passionate, he found him so cute in that sunny light.

Shy to tell the truth, Winter looked away to his right and said in a shameful tone, his cheeks darker,

"I don't need to tell you if you already know the answer."

Gently, the sand dragon's muzzle rested on the IceWing's. They nuzzled passionately as the two males closed their eyes. Their muzzle half-opened, they let their tongue stick out and stroke the other's in a torrid movement. The cave's atmosphere was now filled with desire, they approached their bodies and merged every part of their existence with the other male: their muzzle, their saliva, their breathing, their body temperature, their tail, their wings, their scales, their cock. The sand dragon instinctively moved his pelvis against the ice dragon's one, causing them to let out timid growls from their snout. In this cocoon filled with desire and tenderness, Qibli felt so good and he would never trade this moment of closeness with the magnificent IceWing that had conquered his heart.

However, an urge began to resurface. Sexy thoughts took more and more place in his consciousness. Stimulated by all the sensations of his body on Winter's and the prince's musky smell, his member throbbed on this perverse idea. Certainly, the heat made him hornier than he thought.

Qibli got his muzzle away from the prince's, filaments of saliva clinging to their tongue. The kiss now broken, the two males half-opened their eyes. While Winter looked questioningly, Qibli, on his side, showed a seductive expression, blushing so hard.

"At the same time, as long as we endure this heat together, don't you want to have another refreshment?" he invited in a sensual tone while lifting his upper body, exposing his solid brownish cock.

At this voluptuous proposal, Winter sniffed in discouragement, muttering "Stupid Sand Snorter..." Yet he looked at the SandWing with a lustful gaze, his ears perked up.

"With this too hot day, why not?" he agreed, moving his muzzle towards this delicious drink.

Thank you so much for reading my story! :D See you in a new Wings of Desire!