"Can you love what isn't real?" Lonely Werewolf/Ray the Backlasher

[Frisk E. Coyote]

[Convention]

"Touche, sweetheart." Prowl replied back, telepathically as he let her down at the convention, and licked her cheek gently.

"That was fun, Ryo~!" Cassy giggled as she got down from him, but kept hugging his neck.

Giro put Ray down and the teenager staggered dizzily before he talked to a mover who had been waiting for him to confirm where he wanted his convention things. When they were done talking, it was confirmed that their booths would be together, like a collaboration, even though it was simply because they liked to be close.

"Looks like some people are already starting to notice you guys." Ray said. "We'd better head inside before there's a congregation out here. We don't want the entrance blocked!" He laughed.

[Apartment]

Chrome tasted pre, and that told him he was doing okay. He licked his muzzle and started stroking the base of the dragon's cock slowly at a steady rhythm. With his other paw, he gently pulled back the dragon's foreskin, exposing the tip, which he sniffed a little curiously, taking in the musky, musty male smell of his sex before he swirled his tongue around it slowly.