A sly grin curved along Falco's beak. His soon-to-be meal was resting against his side, snoozing softly and unaware of the hungry avian's presence. Falco quietly stooped across the room, avoiding the scattered objects along the flooring before he halted in front of FT's bedside. Eying the green dragon's succulent body, Falco couldn't help himself but lick his beaked mouth, occasionally letting a strand of drool drip down to the bed. FT couldn't have provided an easier and better meal for Falco.
The green dragon laid atop the blankets of the his bed with most of his clothing taken off. Boxers were the only thing to conceal any part of his scaled body, that appeared to by lightly hot. Falco guessed the sleeping dragon had been to hot for clothing or bedsheets, however he wouldn't complain. This allowed the salivating bird more room to taste his meal's true flavor and scaled hide. Falco stared deeply at the sleeping dragon, watching him lightly twitch every so often from a plausible dream he was experiencing.
He chuckled and dared to placed a feathery hand along the dragon's thigh. FT's warm emerald scales roused Falco from the smooth touch, forcing him to rub along the reptile's calf softly. FT smiled in his droozy dream state, clinging to the mattress tightly as he mumbled gibberish words. Falco retreated his hand away, certain to not awaken the sleeping dragon. He had wasted enough admiring his food's tone form. He had a dragon to gobble up! Although, something held Falco back in eating FT right on the spot. Resist as he might, he couldn't stop gazing towards the dragon's chest, lazily rising and deflating from each deep breath, as his rested against his lined belly. Below his abdomen lye his savory rump, rounding out to stretch his sexy little scaled legs and ending with his bare feet. FT's tail slowly scoots along the bed, sweeping happily as the reptile releases slow groans of nourishment.
Falco felt his face grow hot from the sight as a common feeling began to poke between his legs. He could either swallow this delicious looking dragon now, or play around with it for awhile, and in turn, eating it then. Sweat began to bead under the feather's of Falco's forehead as he endeavored to come up with the right plan.
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