Charon grinned like a Cheshire cat as the iron dragon spread on him. Ferrum was bursting with muscle, and his skin was rough in some places. Hundreds of battles left white scars all over his body, those that not even a dragon could hide. Giggling incoherently, he traced the scars on the other male. It was like a treasure hunt, his hands searching every nook and cranny for the barely visible stripes of white. He could feel a slight depression, as well, like the skin wouldn't quite heal correctly. Curious, the hydra found one on the dragon's neck and precariously inched his head up. Feeling his tongue dart out to wet his lips, Charon slowly lapped at the scar. Becoming more comfortable, the Hydra of Lust latched onto the ancient wound, nibbling softly, trying to elicit a giggle from the grumpier hypnotized dragon. Violet eyes blinked confusedly as he felt his skin heat up. 

What going on? Why feel so... happy..? Sighing happily, his hands snaked onto the dragon's bare back, feeling for any sensitive spots. The pet didn't know how, but something in him let him know where Ferrum's ticklish spots were. Instinct? He didn't have the capacity to remember that centuries of experience made him no stranger to these types of things. Tickling the rough male, the hydra giggled even more, then met their lips together. He loved his Fer-rum. 
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Every biological alert system he had screamed to run. Code red meant danger. Growling viciously, Skylark suddenly turned around, grabbed his brother from the back and began running, until his feet no longer touched the ground. They needed to get away, they needed to- screaming in alarm, Skylark wondered where the ground had gone. Burying his face into the nook of his brother's neck, the young dragon closed his eyes as they soared in the contained area.