As quick as a flash your whole body is grabbed an plunged into darkness, your heart pounding heavily, quickened by the young dragon boys swift move. You knew exactly where you were and didn't glance forward for the prospect of his privacy. He was easily trying to avoid any type of conflict between him and his sister, so you guessed the logical thing to do was to hide you... but why did he have to place you here. You overheard their conversation.
"Lysander, i know its a Saturday and all, but seriously, this is too early for cartoons." She walked into the kitchen, how you knew this was possible was by the small clicking of her feat against the tile. "And why are you hunched over like that?" She decidedly walked closer to Lysander, he began to blush and subsequently gripped just a bit tighter.
"N-Nothing I wasn't doing anything..." He looked nervously back and forth across the room. His sister came to the side of the sofa and peered down to his arching body, noticing how one hand was in his pants. She grimaced in disgiust.
"Ugh, Lysander, couldn't you go in your room and do that, not on the couch!" She sighed and walked back to her room, retorting back in a pissed off manner fashion: "Uegh, puberty." SLAM
The door closed shut and you still hid there against his palm and his soft fleshy scales, honestly it was kinda of nice to have a warmth like this, the only thing making you feel the most awkward was the smell: it was a musty young smell, all too familiar with you when had 'alone' time. In unison, the two of you sighed, the hand gripping you once more to bring you out of his commando pants. He nervously brought you back out of the humid prison and into fresh air, something that was so relieving to you. "Oh man-phew- that was a close one!" He reached for the remote and shut off the obnoxious TV.
You were still in his grasp, but you weren't minding being held by someone who obviously had a mindset of keeping you safe. "Th-thanks. Who knows what she would think of me." You slouched in his hand relaxing, knowing you were safe. But the smell still lingered a bit.
He slowly stood up and began walking to his room, passing through the hall and hearing his sisters loud audible snoring, a thing uncommon for a beauty of her kind. Lysander stuck his tongue out in front of her door, making you smile in amusement. "She woulda probably thought you were a rodent or something...*sniff, sniff* Oh.." He lowered his snout to you, gently sniffing then backing away with a slight blush on his face. "I-im sorry man... i wasn't thinking- y'know- about where to hide you and i just-"
"It's alright,no harm done, besides, i know what it's like to go through this." He was still blushing just entering his room,it was like a normal teens room; posters on the wall,computer and a desk, a drawer. It was so similar to a regular humans, it was astonishing.
"Thanks for understanding.At least i didn't push you too low... wait did I?" You laughed and shook your head. "By the way, never got a name from you- you know mine
already, so whats yours?" He sat on his bed and looked at you with a stargazed expression, like you were a trophy or something. Leaning on his right hand, while you were still up to your arms in his grasp.
"Umm.. how bout you set me down first." Lysander quickly apologized and set you near the end of his bed, laying belly down and feet near the head post, arms crossed and staring at you intently, his tail wavering in the air. "First off,my name is Jack, and second of all, i have no idea how i got here. So with your help- if you'd be willing to help me- i'd like to get back to my own world."
"Oh, i'd love to help you get back!... but ummm.... how? I can't think of anything to help get you back?" He showed a face of discontent and sighed, then snapped up again with energy grinning with all his razor sharp teeth, still freaking you out. "I KNOW! I can search some stuff up on my computer-" *GRRRRGLLRGGRLL* He slid a hand down to his stomach. You backed up in a bit of fear. He noticed.:Oh..heh heh, sorry, right after breakfast. By the way, ummm,how old are yah? Im thirteen."
You wiped your forehead a little, the thought of still being dropped into his boiling stomach was enough to get you sweating. "Im sixteen."
He began to get up leaning on his hands, "Sooo, what do you humans eat?"...
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