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When Utabori said that dragons bore a heavy responsibly, he wasn’t joking. It was 1988—or was it '89—the first time Kiryu laid a clutch of eggs, and Reina was with him. She took him to the back room of Serena when he couldn't hide the cramping of his swollen belly any longer, and she had laid him down. He'd protested, of course, blaming it on the Buy One, Get One Free promotion of extra large ramen he and Nishiki had taken advantage of for lunch that day. Reina was smarter than that. She was one of the smartest people he'd ever known.
He remembered covering his face with his hands the entire time, too embarrassed to even take a glance, but feeling everything. Her comforting hand on the swell of his stomach, the way she massaged in tune to his contractions, the way his tail had wrapped around her leg involuntarily. The eggs, perfectly round and slippery, making their way down and each squeezing out of him with a gentle pop. He'd only laid three of them that night, but he'd never forget it.
That was about twenty years ago now, and Kiryu had laid countless clutches since. It became like second nature to him once he learned his timing and recognized his signs. Laying didn't take as long as it used to, nor did it take as much effort or concentration. He'd developed masterful control over his muscles, determined not to let it get in the way of his new, busy life as a foster father down here in Okinawa.
Hell, there had been a time he'd just squatted down in the laundry room and pushed out a few, even if his long tail had thrashed a bit and knocked over some detergent. He didn't have time to hole himself up in his room, light some candles and lay his eggs on a satin cushion while an attendant fed him grapes, not like the Ryukyu townsfolk seemed to envision of the dragon. He had things to do.
Having draconic traits was certainly helpful in Kamurocho, where his old line of work considered intimidation to be a necessary tool. Many yakuza embodied the spirits of beasts, but you’d be hard done by to pick a fight with a dragon. Rikiya discovered that first-hand.
Rikiya - the young, self-proclaimed guardian of Ryukyu. His tail was thick and long, not unlike Kiryu's, but it slithered behind him instead of coiling like a wisp. Rikiya had the spirit of an Okinawan pit viper etched onto his back, and everything about the young man proved it. Loved by the locals, only baring his fangs to protect his home, and never flinching in the face of danger. There was a fine line between naivety and bravery, and Rikiya frequently tread it.
Although the two had started off on the wrong foot, things had changed over the year they'd known each other.
A lot.
"Rikiya," Kiryu called from his lazy, reclined position on the porch of Morning Glory, snuffing out his cigarette in the sand below as the remaining smoke billowed from his nostrils. "Come here. Lie with me."
"Don't have to tell me twice!" Rikiya grinned, dropping the hammer he was using to nail up a new calendar in the corridor and practically dashing over. He wrapped his arms around Kiryu's torso and settled against his chest, their long, scaly tails intertwining naturally and taking up the rest of the empty space on the engawa.
"You could've dropped that on your toe," Kiryu huffed into Rikiya's tightly curled hair, pulling him closer all the same.
"But I didn't! You told me to come. So I did," Rikiya replied, nuzzling with a satisfied smile.
The pair cuddled in comfortable silence for a while, nothing but the sound of waves and the warm island breeze rustling through the palm trees. Rikiya inhaled Kiryu's scent deeply through his well-worn shirt, an earthy, citrusy musk cutting through the smoke. Manly was the only word he had for it.
"Man...you’re so big," Rikiya soon mumbled in awe, running his arm along Kiryu's broad back, down his sides, where lovehandles had begun to form and wrap around into a delightfully soft belly.
"Well, the people in town keep feeding me. Bringing me things. Honestly, I've never been this heavy in my life," Kiryu sighed.
"Wasn't complaining," Rikiya said, burying his face back into Kiryu's ample chest for emphasis. "It's not every day they see a dragon waltzing into town, y'know. Besides...it's not like you turn 'em away," he smirked, raising an eyebrow and looking up at Kiryu knowingly.
"Heh. Alright, maybe I am starting to enjoy the pampering a little."
"Yeah? I could pamper you. Better than anyone in town. I’d be at your beck and call, aniki. Just say the word and I'll do it!"
"Fuck me, then."
"...Say again?"
"Fuck me, Rikiya," Kiryu reiterated, frustration colouring his tone. He shifted, sitting upright and pulling Rikiya with him, hands splayed firmly on his shoulders. His face seemed to be getting redder by the minute, and it wasn't because of the weather. "It's...it's been a long time since I've dealt with this properly."
Rikiya didn't claim to be a genius, but it didn't take one to understand what Kiryu meant. He was in heat, and he was asking Rikiya for help. The younger man had to briefly wonder if that hammer he dropped earlier somehow landed on his head, and he was currently knocked out and dreaming on the way to the emergency room.
"Shit, aniki, o-of course I wanna! But is it really okay? Right here? Right now?"
"Didn't you just say you'd pamper me?" Kiryu flushed, eyes darkening. "Whatever I said, you'd do it. Kids won't be home for another few hours."
Rikiya swallowed, placing his hand on Kiryu's hip, unable to hide the giddy smile creeping upon his face. "Got me there."
Kiryu smiled in return, languidly, with a hint of mischief. He began to undress just as Rikiya did, eyeing the tent in the viper's pants. Eager. Cute. Rikiya could barely keep his eyes off Kiryu's body, the way his strong, round pecs bounced when he tugged off his shirt, shiny with sweat. The gorgeous belly he was sporting, proof that he had acclimated to the laid-back lifestyle of Okinawa, proof that Okinawa loved him and he loved Okinawa back. It made Rikiya swell with pride.
And he was swollen enough, getting an eyeful of the grand prize between the dragon's legs. A clit so big and thick, lips plump and au naturel with dark hair, trailing all the way up to his navel. He was already wet, blushing and glistening just for him. Rikiya felt silly for comparing it to a hibiscus, but he was a bit of a romantic like that.
Just as Rikiya began to guide Kiryu back down onto the engawa so he could move in, settle in the space between his thick thighs and make his aniki happy, Kiryu pushed him down instead. He was tender despite what currently ailed him, with his hand supporting the back of Rikiya’s head so he wouldn’t hurt himself. He climbed over the young viper and positioned himself in a squat, taking Rikiya’s rock hard cock in hand, ready to guide him in and swallow him whole.
"You did this to me, you know," Kiryu said.
Rikiya made a questioning sound something akin to a squeak, taken aback by the abrupt position change.
"Before we met, I thought I was getting too old for heats. I hadn't had one since moving here."
He placed his other hand on Rikiya's chiseled stomach for extra support as he lowered himself further. "But now they’re back, and—nngh—they’re so strong."
Rikiya hissed the moment Kiryu's sopping pussy made contact with the head of his cock. It engulfed him inch by inch, greedy, smooth, easy as anything. He wasn’t sure if Kiryu could breathe fire, but it felt like a furnace inside. Kiryu removed his hands when he was about half-way in, placing them on his knees instead, giving his lower body full control to move how he pleased.
Rikiya let out a sharp cry of pleasure as he was taken inside fully on the first thrust. It felt like the boards below them rattled each subsequent time Kiryu slammed down onto Rikiya's cock, huffing and whimpering each time. He could break the young man's pelvis at this rate and Rikiya would probably thank him.
"Rikiya," Kiryu groaned, tossing his head back.
What a view. Kiryu was huge, golden horns catching on the sunlight and broad shoulders blocking out the rest of it. His pecs and belly jiggled with every powerful bounce, eyebrows creased and beads of sweat forming at his hairline. Rikiya adored the stray strands of hair that stuck to his forehead in the humidity, a few of them grey. He adored the faint wrinkles at the corners of his soft brown eyes.
Rikiya reached for Kiryu's hands, overwhelmed with admiration and desperate for more contact, and Kiryu got the message. He happily interlaced their fingers, every part of their bodies connected intimately as Kiryu continued to pleasure himself on Rikiya's girthy cock.
"Fuck, aniki, I'm—I'm gonna—" Rikiya started to whine, and was met with Kiryu leaning forward and pounding down harder. "Fuck!"
"Me too," Kiryu said, voice low and trembling. "Together. Give it all to me, Rikiya."
That was all it took for Rikiya to explode. Kiryu's legs gave up on supporting his weight when Rikiya came, sinking down onto his cock wholly, filling his space completely, head nudging up against his plushy cervix. Their tails coiled ever tighter when they came in unison, Rikiya's breathy moan of relief almost completely drowned out by Kiryu's needy whine.
The young viper's cum flooded the dragon's sacred womb, not a single drop escaping his tight, spasming pussy.
Somewhere in the haze of it all, Kiryu understood why Habushu, Okinawan awamori imbued with native vipers, was considered an aphrodisiac. Rikiya's seed was ridiculously thick and plentiful, a perfect picture of the virility the Okinawan pit viper represented to the locals. Dragons weren't the only ones with special abilities, it seemed.
Rikiya cracked his eyes open through the waves of pleasure only to widen them. What he saw before him was Kiryu's pudgy belly tightening, rounding out like he were a few months pregnant, his face a picture of pure satisfaction. He was so mesmerized by the display that he almost forgot about the potential repercussions of coming inside someone.
Rikiya sat up in such a hurry that Kiryu jolted a bit, still sitting on his slowly softening cock. "Shit! I came inside you! Are you gonna...a-are we gonna...”
Kiryu shook his head, trying to catch his breath. "No. It's very unlikely that I'm still fertile."
"Very unlikely doesn't mean impossible, though..." Rikiya blushed.
Kiryu smirked, gently running his hand over the curve of his chubby, cum-swollen belly. "This is doing something for you, huh?"
"A-Aniki, come onnn," Rikiya whined as his blush spread further down his neck, embarrassed and definitely proving Kiryu's point.
"What, I don't get to tease you? You tease me all the time."
"About your clothes belonging in my grandpa's closet, not about—y'know." He grumbled.
"Next week."
"Eh?"
"That's when I'm due to lay my next clutch."
"What d'you mean, next clutch? That still happens, even though you're not...?"
Kiryu nodded. "They're duds. Honestly, it's not a big deal for me anymore. But I've learned something about you today...and I think it could be fun," he half-grinned.
The following week had Rikiya on high alert with both nerves and excitement. Kiryu wasn't particularly acting any different, aside from the occasional sly glance he'd give him in passing, knowing that Rikiya was spending a lot more time than usual stealing glances at his stomach. Kiryu had always been a little self-conscious of the weight he'd gained since moving here, but for some reason, seeing Rikiya watch him like that made him preen with pride.
If you weren't looking, really looking like Rikiya was, you probably wouldn't even notice how Kiryu's already chubby midsection expanded by the day. But Rikiya noticed, and by the end of the week, Kiryu's belly was seemingly so packed with eggs that he had decided to go without a belt that day. Rikiya wasn't sure why it drove him crazy to see Kiryu like that, or why it invoked a visceral need to be as helpful around the house as possible.
Kiryu slipped away into his room later that afternoon. He had acted like this was just another Thursday to Rikiya, but the truth was, his stomach hadn't swollen like this in a long time. Maybe not ever. Just how many eggs did he have in there? He idly placed his hand on the upper curve of his belly and furrowed his brow. Did this have something to do with the viper's potent spend? The fact he was in heat during their little romp last week? He was about to find out either way, because he was pretty sure it was time to lay them.
Kiryu peeked his head out from his room, looking left and right, hoping to find Rikiya somewhere in the vicinity. Thankfully, he spotted him in the genkan, polishing the two shisa statues he had on the cabinet there. The incongruous image probably would have made Kiryu laugh, if the growing pressure in his lower belly wasn't so distracting.
"Rikiya," he called, not loud enough to alarm the younger man, but urgent-sounding enough to get his attention. He tilted his chin up in a discreet, "come over here" gesture, and Rikiya scampered over like a dog hearing the crinkle of a bag of treats.
"Aniki," Rikiya found himself murmuring in wonder, stepping forward into the room and placing both his hands onto Kiryu's swollen stomach. There was a layer of softness to it, but the firmness beneath undoubtedly confirmed the presence of dragon eggs. Kiryu tenderly placed one hand over Rikiya's, holding him there, allowing him to revel in the moment. Rikiya suddenly felt like the luckiest man on earth to be able to witness a legend like his aniki laying a clutch first-hand. "Where do you wanna...?"
"Futon," Kiryu said, hoping he was efficiently masking his urgency even as he began to kick off his pants and make his way over. Normally he'd just crouch and be done with it, but he supposed he did want to put on a show for Rikiya. He only wished he had brought him in just a bit sooner, because it wasn't looking like there was enough time for a striptease.
Rikiya simply nodded, slinking ahead to bend down and fluff up some pillows. He helped Kiryu down, cradling the larger man as best could with one hand coming around to lift his shirt and massage his round belly.
"Oh—shit,” Kiryu grunted, feeling the first bump of movement deep inside him. Yeah, definitely no time for a striptease.
"You okay, aniki?" Rikiya asked, moving his hand from his belly to his shoulder.
"Y-Yeah. Just...big, I think," he huffed, head lolling back as his blush deepened.
"I know what could help," Rikiya said with a grin, trailing his hand from his shoulder right down to his astoundingly fat clit. Kiryu's eyes widened and breath hitched when Rikiya caressed it, pleasure jolting through his body, his sensitivity temporarily heightened from everything else going on down there. He began to rub in firm circles, causing Kiryu to spread his legs further apart and groan, briefly taking his mind off the cramping in his belly and refocusing it on the throbbing of his clit.
"You're so—freakin' hot, aniki, so good," Rikiya babbled in encouragement, speeding up his fingerwork, allowing his free hand to meander under Kiryu's shirt and squeeze one of his fat pecs, earning another low moan. "You're doing so good."
Kiryu's breathing picked up, puffs of heat visible in the air despite the already humid atmosphere. Between the pressure of the egg passing through his slippery canal and the intense stroking of his clit, Kiryu just about lost his mind. His tail began to whip and thrash, and Rikiya's came to coil around it supportively. He threw his head back against Rikiya's shoulder, thighs trembling uncontrollably and squirting hard with a silent scream.
The futon was drenched, but the extra slickness between Kiryu's legs helped to ease the egg further on its way. Kiryu felt himself drooling, his eyelids fluttering as the single, large egg finally squeezed out with a thick pop and a growling moan, leaving his pussy slightly gaped and clit twitching under Rikiya's sticky fingers.
If Rikiya was saying something, Kiryu couldn't hear it. His heart was pounding, ears stuffed with cotton and stars in his eyes. He wasn't sure if he had passed out for a minute, but when he came to his senses, he saw that Rikiya was still holding him, his big brown eyes wide with reverence beneath those pretty lashes. Kiryu hummed in contentment, closing his eyes again and giving himself a few more moments to recuperate.
"...Well?" Kiryu asked after a little while, his voice soft and tired. "How was it? I can still take care of you, if you..."
"Nah, I, um. I totally creamed my pants there. Sorry, aniki."
"Sorry? I'd be more offended if you didn't," Kiryu chuckled. Then he sighed, deep and relieved. "We need to get cleaned up."
"You can say that again! I'll go run a bath," Rikiya replied, planting a firm kiss on Kiryu's cheek before getting up to leave.
"Wait, Rikiya. I... I think we might have a little problem here," Kiryu replied, a new blush blooming on his cheeks as he eyed the rather large, beautifully patterned dragon egg he just laid.
"Why's that? You did a great job, aniki. It was crazy hot. And I already said I'm runnin' the bath, so—"
"My eggs aren't usually...this big, Rikiya. And there's usually more than one. In fact, I've never, ever laid an egg like this before."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"So you're saying that, last week...we might've really..."
"Yeah."
"... ...What do you think of the name Ricky Junior?"
"No."