“Here, kitty, kitty, kitty,” Korestai called from Sinclair’s own dressing-room in his sweetest possible voice, in the full knowledge that it would wind up his lover no end. A small, smug grin settled on his face as he leaned against the wardrobe and prepared to wait.
It wasn’t a long wait. A few moments later Sinclair growled into the room, nose wrinkled, eyes beetled down and whiskers at a promontory sort of angle. “Anyone else but you did that, they’d get what for — see, that’s what I’m talking about, dragon. You stand there wearing that stuff as though it was made for you.”
“It was, as well you know. Just as yours was made for you. You remember those little visits to the tailor?”
“I’m hardly likely to forget them. Chap didn’t know when to leave well alone.”
“Believe me, the inside leg measurement is one you really don’t want to get wrong. Besides, I expect he was just being thorough; what other explanation can there be for why he kept going back? I’d have lent a hand, but then I doubt he’d have got the same measurement twice, and then he’d have just had to start over.” Korestai’s voice was all innocence.
Sinclair’s expression spoke much.
“Don’t do that: your face might set that way and I’d end up playing guitar on your whiskers. Now, are we getting you dressed, or not? At least you managed to get some of it right,” the dragon continued with his affectionate banter, gesturing at Sinclair’s boxer-clad midriff.
“Uneducated alley cat I may be, but boxers I can manage,” came the huffy retort. “It’s the rest of this dratted folderol that stumps me.”
“It’s not really hard.”
“It will be if you keep doing that.”
“Sorry... it’s just so tempting.”
“Resist, and desist, though not necessarily in that order. It might help to imagine me as a girl.”
“Leave my apartment at once. ...”

I only just realised that I never posted this utterly gorgeous piece of artwork by the frighteningly talented  saeto15. It's based on a story I wrote for the Rocket City Fur Meet conbook in 2011. The theme of the con was "To The Nines" (you may remember seeing banner ads on FA back then with a bust of a lion in white tie): well, given such a subject, how could I not write a story involving everybody's favourite upper-class socialite playboy dragon, Korestai Järvinen? So I did, and even called it "To The Nines". So here is Korestai with his boyfriend Sinclair, getting dressed to go out for Commencement Night at the Hartsford Club in the city of New Sarum.

... actually, I remember why I never posted it. It was a gift to my dear friend  searskagreyraven, who had created the character of Sinclair for a piece of fanfiction involving Korestai. And I, without thinking, had used Sinclair in my story without asking. So I commissioned this (after asking belatedly and receiving permission) to apologise.


The story fragment, the character of Korestai Järvinen, and all other characters or works associated with him (unless otherwise specified) are copyright by Seth Drake,  seht.

The character of Sinclair is copyright by Searska Grey Raven,  searskagreyraven.

The artwork is copyright by  saeto15. Go and give her awesomesauce some love!