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"Well, I'd like to do this with you a whole lot then," Finn's red eyes meet Jonathan's yellow ones, Dunmer red to lizard man yellow. His lip quirks in a sly smirk. "I'd be willing to do certain other things with you too, assuming you did as well."

"I'd love to do certain other things with you. I mean, we'd want to be careful with the whole acid blood thing, but..."

As long as they were careful to avoid that...

"Well, unless you spontaneously bleed when aroused, I don't see myself doing much that would cause that to be a problem." He's been with men who liked a love bite here and there, but it's something Finn can easily avoid doing. "Plus, I trim my nails regularly."

The Dunmer holds up his nails, showing that they are indeed neatly trimmed and dull. So he doubts there's a risk of causing accidental bleeding that way.

"That is...definitely not a thing I do. We should be fine."

He just wanted to give a general reminder to avoid anything that might draw blood.

"Besides, my scales aren't super easy to break through."

Sure, they could be bitten through, but it wasn't like the slightest accidental scratch was going to draw blood.

"Glad we got that out of the way then." Finn sips up the rest of his drink, leaving the glass empty. "I would also like to point out that I currently live alone, because all my roommates got ported out and either haven't come back or got moved into different apartments, so if we used my house we wouldn't be disturbed. Especially if I made sure to feed my cat beforehand."

The little monster could get rather loud when she was hungry.

"Well, then since I have a roommate, then your place it is."

Jonathan quickly gulps down the rest of his drink. Sure, he's had sex at his place before, and he has his own room, but why bother with the awkwardness of roommates when it isn't needed?

"But make sure you feed your cat. It could get awkward if we have to stop in the middle."

Finn, by contrast, hasn't had sex within the past year. He hasn't even had sex since he made the trip to Skyrim. Not that he didn't consider it.

The Dunmer leaves a few dollars on the table to tip their server, before standing up. "Shall we, then? I mean, only if you want to. No pressure."

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Jonathan grins. "Yeah, I'm totally up for it."

Finn's fun, attractive, and totally at ease with Jonathan's form. Of course Jonathan's up for this.

"Well, then," Finn waved his hand dramatically. "Follow me, muthsera." He was about to walk off when he turned back around and clarified, "Dunmer term of endearment."

Finn called them a cab to take them back to his place once they were outside. He didn't live very far away from Jonathan, which would make it easy to walk him home if Jonathan felt like spending the night.

Once they pulled up to the government-assigned living space, Finn unlocked the door and let his friend in. "So, you wanna do this in my room or one of the empty bedrooms?"

"Your room," he says as he steps inside. "It feels more personal that way."

And at least for Jonathan, more personal had a lot of appeal. He starts to walk toward the bedrooms (as all of these government assigned houses seemed to be laid out in a similar fashion).

"So, which one's yours?"

Sure, he could peek in each one to see which one was empty, but he didn't see a point in doing that when Finn could lead the way.

"I agree," Finn replied, smiling at his friend. "It's this one."

Finn opened the door to his room. He kept it clean, but it still had that lived-in look. Against one of the walls was an artist table, with numerous pencils, pens and colored pencils, and a few drawings he was working on. The wall around the table had a few sketches taped to it. The drawings were of dragons, monsters from back home, various Pokemon and miscellaneous subjects. There was even a colorful drawing of the Shimmer.

Next to the table was his desk, where his computer sat. Next to the computer was a drawing tablet and stylus. Leaning against the desk was a lute. There was also a bookshelf against one of his walls. His book collection wasn't very big, but he was working on it.

"Welcome to my humble abode." He was already shedding his denim jacket and draping it over his desk chair. "I saw Nirnroot asleep on the couch, she won't bother us."

"Great," Jonathan says, glad to hear the cat wouldn't be interrupting. He likes cats, but there were some things they just didn't need to be around for. He strips off his own jacket and shirt and discarding them on the floor as he wanders over to the artist table. He pauses a moment to look at the drawings, remembering the Shimmer but choosing to focus more on the images of dragons.

"These are really nice."

"I like to draw stuff from home. It makes me a little less homesick."

Finn points at a picture of a black dragon that looks like he's made of pure evil. "That's Alduin, my arch nemesis." He then points to another dragon sketch, this one of a dragon who looks almost grandfatherly. "And that's Paarthurnax, one of my mentors."

The Dunmer takes a moment to admire Jonathan's body, noting the way the room's light plays off the scales. Feeling a little overdressed already, Finn removes his t-shirt, revealing a slim body. He has a scar on his arm from where a blade nicked him, and a burn scar on the side of his waist.

"You look nice."

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"Thanks, so do you," Jonathan says, moving closer to Finn and running his hands down his torso. He pauses when he sees the burn scar.

"Is that from Alduin?"

As his eyes trace their way up Finn's body again, Jonathan's hands idly reach down to Finn's pants to loosen them while he listens for the answer.

"Yes. I wasn't fast enough to avoid the fire."

His hands had been tied, and he'd been scared out of his mind at seeing a dragon for the very first time. But he's stronger now.

Finn looks down when Jonathan's hands go to his jeans. He toes off his shoes, pushing them to the side with his foot. His hands reached up to run his fingers along the other man's shoulders, feeling the scales under his long fingers.

There is something exciting about feeling Finn's fingers on his scales. Touch that wasn't muted by the barrier of a skin suit. Jonathan begins pushing Finn's jeans down, taking the opportunity to grope his ass as he slides them out of the way. Moving close, he starts kissing Finn enthusiastically before kicking off his own shoes.

Finn gasps when Jonathan gropes him through his boxers, his groin starting to stir from the attention. He returns the kiss with equal vigor, gray lips caressing green, scaly ones. Jonathan feels so smooth, Finn could touch him all day.

He returns the favor and starts to undo Jonathan's pants, sliding them halfway down, fingers touching the other man's skin as he does so.

One of Jonathan's hands slides back up to Finn's waist, fingers tracing along the waistband of his boxers before sliding under them. He reaches down to Finn's dick, gingerly stroking it. With his other hand, Jonathan hooks his thumb over the waistband of his own boxer briefs, sliding them down, revealing his own groin. Rather than having his genitals readily visible, there were two raised bulges where a penis would normally be.

"Rubbing down there will make them come out."

Finn gasps when Jonathan touches the sensitive flesh, his cock twitching, promising to get hard if given more touches. His groin is already stirring at the anticipation.

Red eyes glance downward upon catching movement. Finn pauses when he sees what Jonathan was hiding under his pants. He looks back up at Jonathan, "Them?"

Looking back down, Finn takes the suggestion and starts rubbing Jonathan between the legs, eager to see what lays beneath the scales.

Feeling Finn's cock twitch encourages Jonathan, who continues his stroking, slightly harder now and a little faster.

"My dicks," he says to clarify. He already feels them stirring under his scales, stimulated by Finn's touch. As blood rushes to the area, his vent begins to open.

"Keep doing that," he says huskily, leaning forward and kissing Finn again, nibbling a bit on his lower lip as he pulls away.

"You have two," Finn wasn't expecting that. "That's fucking hot." Gray fingers rub more insistently, to get the slit to open up more. His own cock starts to harden, getting firm in Jonathan's scaly hand.

He moans into the kiss, and again at the nip. Finn then leans in to nibble on Jonathan's neck, just lightly grazing his teeth against the scales, nowhere near hard enough to break the skin.

Jonathan grins, sliding his fingers more vigerously up and down Finn's cock, "Glad you think so."

Then, feeling the increased intensity of Finn's fingers, Jonathan moans in pleasure, which is only intensified by the feeling of his teeth against his neck. Jonathan slides his free hand around the back of Finn's head to encourage him to keep nibbling at that spot.

The vent widens, and the tips of his hemipenes emerge. Slowly, at first. They're thinner than a typical human penis would be, but this is counterbalanced by the fact that there's two of them.

Finn grants the silent request, brushing his teeth along the smooth scales. He's glad they're doing this with Jonathan out of his suit. It makes this feel more real and personal. That and Finn likes the way those scales feel on his body and under his hands.

His hand touches the cocks as they emerge, feeling them with the tips of his fingers. "By Azura, you weren't kidding." Finn pulls away so he can look down, his eyebrows raising, obviously impressed by what he's seeing. His fingers run up and down one of the shafts, then go over to do the same to the other one.

Jonathan moans, his pelvis rocking forward slightly at the touch. His cocks twitch and begin emerging more quickly now, and before long they each stood erect at their full length, which was about the typical length one would expect a penis to be. Except for the fact that there were two of them, and they were green. A lighter, brighter green than the rest of him, as well as being soft and fleshy and devoid of any scales.

With each stroke Jonathan feels, his own strokes of his hand around Finn's cock becomes more eager, until eventually he gets annoyed with doing this with Finn's boxers still in the way, and finally uses both hands to shove them the rest of the way down.

Finn steps out of his boxers once they pool around his feet, kicking them to the side. His hips buck into the hand around his cock, moaning aloud, glad that there's nobody around to hear him except Jonathan.

The elf leans in for another hard kiss, then whispers against the other man's lips. "Bed?"

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