Stephen (BOY: ISO Book 1)
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Finally, Champ pushed his tongue inside, spearing him with it.
He cried out, his eyes rolling. “Please.”
Champ’s answer was another purr that vibrated from his hole into his body. Then the tongue-fucking began, Champ forcing his tongue deep.
He wiggled and cried and grabbed at his aching cock.
Champ growled, snatching his hand away. “No touching—that belongs to Daddy, and you can only touch if I say so.”
A rush of pure arousal slammed into him. “Daddy!”
“Right here, baby boy.” Champ took his hand and raised it over his head, pressing it into the couch.
“Need you. So bad. Please.” He left his hand up where it was.
“I’m right here, boy.” Champ went back to tongue-fucking him, the sensation amazing, making him shudder with his need.
His cock throbbed and his balls ached with his need.
Champ slid his tongue out and lapped at the outside of his hole a few more times. “There. I think you’re ready to take me now.”
“Please. Please, Daddy. I need so badly. I ache.”
“I know.” Champ rose up over him, settling his hips between Stephen’s legs.
The heat of Champ’s prick nudged against his hole. He bore down, demanding the pressure, the pleasure.
“Needy boy.” Champ met his move, surging forward. The pressure was huge for a moment and then all of a sudden that wonderful cock was pushing inside him.
He opened wide, taking everything Champ had to offer. He’d never been stretched so wide or filled so completely. Only Champ was this big and good inside him.
Champ groaned as he sank all the way in, stilling once his hips were pressed up tight against Stephen’s ass.
“You’re in me. I can feel you.” He swore he could feel every inch, every bump and vein like never before.
“I am. And I can feel you. You’re so tight, so hot. You feel perfect around me.” Champ stared down at him, thick cock buried deep, still and large and in him.
“We’re— Just you and me? Right? We’re a pair.”
“Just you and me. We are definitely a pair. We glow together. We’re made for each other. You feel how perfectly you sheath my cock?”
“Yes. No one else can do this.” He wouldn’t let anyone else in.
“Not a single other person. You belong to me and I belong to you. Mine.” Champ’s eyes flared as he said the word.
“Yes. Yes, Daddy. Your boy. Please.”
“Love how you beg.” Then Champ gave him what he wanted—what he needed—pulling out and thrusting back in again, coming up hard against Stephen’s gland.
The sensation was so huge, he couldn’t even make a sound.
Champ did it again, holding his gaze the entire time. Then again. And again.
“Daddy!” It was like Champ intended to drive the orgasm from him.
“Right here. Right here.” Champ kept slamming that fat cock into him, hitting his gland. His cock leaked copiously, each push in forcing spunk out.
Champ slid his hand across Stephen’s belly, rubbing the pre-come into his skin.
“Need. More. More, please.” He begged with all he was.
Champ gave him more, pushing in harder, thrusting faster, driving him higher and higher—almost to the moon.
He held on, knowing his screams were filling the air.
“Come for me, boy! Show me how good it is.”
He shot at the words, his body releasing in a wild rush. The pleasure went through him like he was a pinball machine. And just as it subsided, Champ shot, filling him with spunk.
He cried out, his body seeming to tingle all over.
Champ stopped moving, still inside him, and rested against him.
“Whoa.” His voice was wrecked.
“Yeah, that was pretty good.” Champ gave him a wicked grin. “To understate it.”
He went to pinch his lover, but his arms were heavy, not wanting to move.
Champ wasn’t pinching, though, he was nuzzling and licking, spreading kisses across his neck, lips touching the marks that had been left on his throat.
“Yours, hmm?”
“Oh yeah. From the top of your head to the tips of your toes and every single inch in between.”
“That’s a good thought. A very good thought.” He let himself rest and float.
“Uh-huh.” Champ continued to nuzzle and kiss. “It felt amazing, being inside you, knowing you’ve seen all of me.”
“Yes. I never would have believed it if you’d only told me, but now I know and it was even better than before. I can’t imagine not having you in me.”
“Good. Because I want to do it again and again and again. And then some more.”
“We have time, right?” He was staying here?
“We do. We have all the times you aren’t at school. I just wanted you to know how much I want you and how that doesn’t just go away.”
“No. No, I want you too. It’s like a drug.”
“It is, but you’re better than any drug could possibly be.”
Oh, that honored him, all the way to the bone.
Champ took his mouth, kissing him before curling up around him on the couch, like a protective blanket.
He closed his eyes and hummed, so happy, so fulfilled.
Like he was home.
Chapter Thirteen
Champ checked his watch yet again. Stephen had classes until six, and it was already six thirty. He’d spent an entire day missing his boy, and it was time for Stephen to be home. He hated that they’d been apart all day. A whole day.
He sighed, then pouted, then sighed again.
His phone buzzed.
His phone rang. “You sure you’re not hungry, love?”
He chuckled. “You are already taking such good care of me. Just come home. I want you. We can call for anything we need.”
“Okay, give me ten minutes and I’ll be there.”
“I can’t wait. I’ve missed you so much today.” It was crazy—less than two weeks ago, Stephen wasn’t in his life, and now eight hours was brutal without him. He shouldn’t be surprised—Stephen glowed after all, even if his boy didn’t see it.
“I hear you. It was hard to concentrate. Still, I got some stuff done.”
“That’s wonderful. You didn’t have any problems getting an Uber, did you?” He’d set up an account for Stephen using his credit card, so his boy could come and go safely and quickly.
“No. You spoil me. This is so much nicer than the bus.”
“I’m spoiling myself as well, sweet boy. I can’t wait to have you back in my arms again.” He was addicted to Stephen, for sure. He wasn’t complaining about it though.
“Can we go this weekend and get my things from the apartment? My books and art supplies and everything?”
“Absolutely. I’ll rent a truck for Saturday. We’ll bring everything.” He wanted his boy home and settled.
“Yeah? What did I do to deserve you?” Stephen sounded utterly pleased.
And that made him happy. “You’re you.”
“I’m here. I’ll be up in a few.”
“Come find me in the bedroom.” While part of him wanted to pounce Stephen the moment he came in the door, the other part of him wanted to be somewhere comfortable and for Stephen to pounce him.
“Yes, Daddy.” The phone went dead, and he went achingly hard.
He headed for his bedroom, stripping as he went. By the time he reached the bed, his cock was bobbing, hitting his belly as he ran. Daddy. His boy called him Daddy outside of sex or being asked. He was the luckiest man—and dragon—who ever live
d.
He lay on his side on the bed, facing the door, trying to strike a Daddy-ish pose, but mostly he was simply super-excited to see his boy.
Stephen bounced in, smiling at him, beautiful eyes alight. “I’m home!”
He sat up and opened his arms, no longer caring how he looked. “Welcome home, boy.”
Stephen shrugged off his backpack and coat, kicked off his shoes, then pushed into his arms. “Hey!”
He wrapped around his boy, holding him tight. “You are a sight for sore eyes.”
“You’re warm. I thought about you all day.” Stephen’s hands explored his body, dragging up and down and teasing the hell out of him.
His cock throbbed, trying to catch Stephen’s attention.
“Someone missed me.” Stephen’s grin was wicked, the look in his eyes hungry as he headed south.
“So much, boy.” So very much.
“Good.” Stephen’s hair brushed his cock a second before the soft lips did.
He cried out, his hands dropping to Stephen’s head. His boy hummed, sucking him gently, tongue sliding on his shaft. He brushed his hands through Stephen’s hair, sweet shivers of pleasure rolling through him.
“Yes.” The word hissed from him. This was heaven—a willing boy, sucking him, loving him, needing him.
He managed to keep from grabbing hold of Stephen’s head and fucking his mouth, but he did rub Stephen’s head. His boy groaned around him, lapping at his prick.
“How did you know this was exactly what I needed?” What he’d been craving all day long.
“I’m yours.” Then the suction started again.
That was a good answer; he approved. He purred, his hips shifting, pushing his cock a little deeper. His fingers clenched in Stephen’s hair a little harder.
He tried so very hard not to just fuck Stephen’s mouth, but it was going to be a losing battle any second now.
Stephen swallowed, hand squeezing his thigh, encouraging him to buck up, push deep. So he finally gave in to his urge and thrust, his cock sliding along Stephen’s tongue and into his throat. His boy took every inch, moaning loudly around his cock.
He moved faster, the need in his balls urging him to thrust hard and fast. Holding the beloved face in his hands, he did, watching Stephen as the pleasure built.
His boy’s face was relaxed, lips parted and accepting, deep moans vibrating his cock. It was clear that Stephen enjoyed doing this, possibly as much as he loved having it done. He groaned—he was so very close.
Then his boy rolled his balls, pushing them.
“Stephen!” With the shout of his boy’s name, he came, shooting down Stephen’s throat, the pleasure moving throughout his body.
Stephen swallowed and swallowed, head bobbing, taking him all in.
He stroked his boy’s head, murmuring nonsense, just sounds to let Stephen know how much he was enjoying the lapping and loving.
Goddess, he’d waited his entire life for this, for his lover. For his boy.
He drew Stephen up and took a kiss, tasting himself in his boy’s mouth. He plundered, eager to find the taste of Stephen himself beneath the flavor of his own come. Stephen snuggled in, cock full and heavy in his jeans.
“I see my boy has a need of his own.” He palmed Stephen’s cock through the denim and squeezed gently.
“Always. I wanted to jack off in the bathroom a half dozen times.”
“It’s a good thing you’re not allowed to touch yourself sexually or you would have been late for your class.”
“I could be quick as a bunny…”
He shook his head. “You’re not allowed to touch yourself without my permission, you know that. I should have the boys whip you up a potion to keep you flaccid when you’re not with me.”
“That’s not a thing…” Stephen kissed him hard.
He kissed his boy right back. He’d tell Stephen later that it was. They were dragons, after all, and Berny and France were versed in dragon magics.
They could have some wicked fun—things that would blow Stephen’s mind.
He slid his hand down along his boy’s spine, pushing it beneath Stephen’s jeans and underwear so he could grab his boy’s asscheek.
Stephen rocked, pushing into his hand.
“I’m going to make love to you, boy. You want to be on your back or you want to do it right here, like this?” He liked the idea of his boy riding him, moving with his need.
“Here, Daddy. I need you.”
“Then let’s get you out of these clothes.”
“Yes.” Stephen stood and stripped off his shirt.
He reached over and popped the top button of Stephen’s jeans, let his fingers slide along the front placket, teasing.
Stephen stepped out of his shoes, ran his fingers through his hair and licked his swollen lips.
This was his boy. He purred and pushed Stephen’s jeans right off, revealing the long, hard prick that was dripping at the tip. There was his boy indeed.
“Do you have lube?”
He reached over to the side table and pulled open the drawer. He grabbed the lube and offered it to his boy. “Are you going to get yourself ready for me?”
“Yes.” Stephen took the lube and slicked his fingers, then reached behind himself and wet his tiny hole.
“Turn and bend farther for me.” His prick, which hadn’t gone down with his orgasm, throbbed. He couldn’t wait to bury himself inside that.
“Hmm?” Oh, little tease!
“Boy…” He let his growl out, watching the way Stephen shivered for him at the sound.
“Yes, Sir?” Another gentle tease.
He shook his head and laughed. “I want to see your wet hole shining for me.”
“Daddy…” Stephen leaned over, exposing himself, letting Champ see.
He groaned at the sight and held his arms open, encouraging Stephen to come back to his lap. Stephen did and he circled his boy in his arms.
Stephen brought their foreheads together, moaning deep in his chest. He reached beneath Stephen and set his cock against the sweet, wet hole. It kissed the tip of his cock, and he groaned, pushed against it. As soon as the tip popped in, he tugged Stephen down, stretching his boy around his prick. The hot sheath of his boy’s body held him tight, making him moan with the pleasure.
One day, his boy would take all of him, in his dragonkin form—stretching around his knot like no one ever had. For now, this was more than good.
He wrapped his hands around Stephen’s waist and pulled him down over and over. Stephen moaned for him, licking his lips, offering him little moans.
“Sweet needy boy. You truly were made for me.” He needed his lover to be hungry, needy, to match his own desires.
“And you found me. It was a…it was amazing.”
“It was magical. You are magical. I keep telling you so.”
“I’m an artist. That’s all.”
He growled and brought Stephen down harder. “Magical. Mine.”
“Yours. That’s all!”
“Magical,” he insisted as he hit Stephen’s gland this time.
“Daddy!” Stephen threw his head back with a cry.
“Right here, boy.” He kept the angle the same, so he continued to hit his boy’s gland on every thrust. “Right here, loving you.”
“Loving me…”
“Yes. Loving my boy. Loving you.” Loving being buried so deep inside his boy.
Stephen’s eyes filled with tears. “No one’s ever loved me.”
“I will make up for all the love you didn’t have and I will love you forever.”
“Forever is-is a long time.”
“I know how long it is and I’m not taking it back.”
“Me either. At all.”
“Good.” He sped his movements, slamming up into Stephen.
Stephen rode him wildly, expression open and hungry, nothing but a fierce need on his face.
His amazing boy. He was so lucky. That was his last coherent thought as the pleasu
re exploded through him. He had no doubt that Stephen was with him, following him.
He put his head back and called to his lover, roaring.
Stephen’s voice was smaller, but it tried to match him.
He wrapped his arms around his boy and fell back onto the bed, still buried deep. Stephen snuggled in, breathing hard, one hand over his heart.
He stroked his hand along Stephen’s back, purring happily.
“Mmm…I’m home. I missed you.”
“I missed you too. All day long, from the moment you left until you walked back in the door.”
“School was good though. Today was mostly studio work.”
“Did you make anything wonderful?”
“I started to, I hope.”
“Yeah?” He cupped Stephen’s ass.
“Mmhmm. I’m weaving this semester.”
“A wall hanging? Or a blanket?”
“A wall hanging. A large one. It’s a present for you, or it will be, if it doesn’t suck.” Stephen blushed, and it was so pretty, so dear.
“It won’t suck, and I will be honored to hang it in our home.”
“If it’s good. If it’s not, I’ll toss it.”
“I bet it’ll be good. You’re my boy, after all. Talented and wonderful.” He would keep saying it until it was his boy’s default for himself.
“Did you have a good day?”
“It started out really well and now it’s amazing again, so all in all. Yes.” He pushed his cock in deeper again.
“Mmm!” Stephen shivered for him, gasping and looking up into his eyes.
He smiled down at his boy. “You see how you affect me? I’m still hard. My need for you is so strong.”
“You’re insatiable.” Stephen’s sweet ass clenched around him.
He groaned, his fingers tightening on Stephen’s asscheeks. “I am. So I’m lucky the man who is mine needs equally.”
“You’re an addiction. I crave you.”
“Yes, exactly.” He took Stephen’s mouth, sliding his tongue through it, tasting his boy, letting Stephen taste him.
He rolled them and moved inside his boy once again, thrusting gently.
“Are we going again? I’m going to feel you for days.”
“You’re going to feel me for years,” he promised.