by Sean Michael
“So good, isn’t it?” He swore he could feel an echo of Grey’s pleasure inside himself. “I’m going to make you fly, I promise.”
“Promise.” Grey nodded. “Come on. I’m ready.”
“Impatient man.” He loved it. It hadn’t been long ago at all that Grey had never kissed another man, had never come with another man, and now he was eager for this joining, wanting it. “We’ll wait until I’m sure you’re absolutely ready, though.”
The groan that filled the air made his balls ache, but he had no intention of letting Grey push him. He was in charge here.
He continued to press his fingertips against Grey’s gland, working that little spot.
“I’m ready, dammit!”
“But I’m not.” He was savouring this, taking his time. For Grey, but also for himself. He wanted to be able to remember this, tomorrow, next year, in a thousand years.
Grey growled at him, pushed up and kissed him hard enough to shock him. He let it freeze him for a moment, before taking over the kiss, plunging his tongue into Grey’s mouth and fucking it hard. He didn’t hold back, didn’t allow for Grey’s innocence. His pet asked for it, he would give it.
He continued to push, waiting until he felt that Grey was as ramped up as he could be, then he pulled his fingers out of Grey’s wonderful heat.
“No!” Grey cried out for him, eyes wild. “Please, no.”
“Easy, easy, Pet. I need to slick up my cock and then I’ll be filling you like you need.”
He settled one hand on Grey’s belly, holding his pet down.
“Take a few breaths. It’s going to happen, but it’ll be better if you’re not all tense. Now shift to your side and I’ll spoon up behind you.” He rubbed the skin beneath his fingers, stroking the lovely, warm flesh.
He helped Grey move, helped his pet settle on one side, that leg propped. He stroked a line along Grey’s side, from his ribs down to his thighs.
“Ready, Pet? Ready to join with me?” He leaned in and whispered into Grey’s ear. “Ready to ride the dragon?”
Grey’s answer was low.
“Yes, Lukas-meine.”
Humming, he slicked himself up, then pressed up along Grey’s back, rubbing his cock along Grey’s crack.
Grey tensed, breath catching in his chest.
“Shh. Relax. It’ll be easier if you do.” He worked his hand around to rub Grey’s belly and continued to rock, letting Grey get used to feeling his prick.
“Trying.” Grey took a few shaky breaths, fighting to give in.
Luke brought his hand to Grey’s ass again and pushed a single finger into Grey’s opening, fucking carefully. A friendly reminder that Grey enjoyed the penetration. He knew this was so beyond Grey’s experience, and it was important Grey stay out of his head and let his body guide him.
He growled, and Grey moaned, almost calling for him. It made him vocalize some more as he added another finger and pushed both deep enough to touch off Grey’s gland. That had Grey crying out and bucking back against him. That was it. Grey needed to remember this was good and he wanted Luke to make it even better.
He touched Grey deep inside a few more times, and when he pulled his fingers all the way out, Grey whimpered, ass pushing toward him in a clear invitation. Luke grabbed his cock and guided it to Grey’s hole, and this time Grey only tensed the tiniest bit before relaxing for him, pushing back again. Luke followed Grey’s movements and pushed against that little hole.
It was so tight and so hot and one of the most perfect things he’d ever felt when Grey opened for him, almost pulling the head of his cock in.
“Mine.” He growled the single word, loving how Grey shivered for him. Loving how he felt that around his cockhead. “Goddess, you’re tight. Feels so good.” He rocked forward, pushing in a little farther.
“Full. Oh God. You’re so big.”
“I am. I’m taking it slowly, though. I’m not going to hurt you.” That was the opposite of what he intended for Grey.
“No. No, it doesn’t hurt. Just...full.”
“You’ll learn to crave that feeling.” He already was addicted to Grey’s heat, the tight squeeze of his ass. Luke rocked, pulling most of the way out, then pushing in a little deeper. Grey’s body fluttered around his shaft, the muscles working him, encouraging him.
He found a gentle rhythm, moving a little deeper with each push. Once or twice he came all the way out on his backstroke, so they could share the incredible sensation of Grey’s body opening up around him again.
He nosed the curve of Grey’s shoulder, the line of his pet’s neck. Breathing deeply, he took Grey’s scent in. He’d never thought he’d enjoy smelling someone as much as he did Grey.
The urge to bite the unmarked skin was huge, to brand Grey as his own. He kissed his way down the side of Grey’s neck, then back up again to Grey’s ear. Then he took the same path once more, this time grazing the skin lightly with his teeth.
He felt Grey’s desire all around his cock, the grip like a vise.
“Making me need,” he told Grey. “You’re tight and hot and feel so wonderful around me.” He wanted to come, wanted to drive faster so they could get there. At the same time, he didn’t want it to end. Coming was not the point of this; being inside Grey, being connected like this was.
“Feel you everywhere. Everywhere. Fuck.”
“Uh-huh. Yes.” He nodded, too. There wasn’t enough agreement in the world. He felt Grey tight around his cock, hot against his body, and like a strong thread in his soul. He wanted more of that. He wanted a lot more of it.
“Need you. More. More, Luke. I want more.”
It didn’t escape him that Grey’s words echoed his own thoughts.
“I’ll give you more.” Luke suspected he would give Grey anything he asked for. This was not usual for him. He didn’t care. He rocked in deeper, moving faster, too, so their bodies became noisy, slapping together every time his hips met Grey’s ass.
In a singular motion, he reached around Grey to palm the needy cock and bit down on the curve of his pet’s shoulder. Grey cried out for him, bucking into his hand and arching at the same time.
Rumbling, he worried the bite a moment longer, then let Grey’s skin go so he could lick it, soothe the sting.
“Oh fuck me. That was so hot.”
“The pain or that I’m marking you? Or both?” His best guess was the latter of the three options.
Grey shook his head, moaning for him.
That was okay. He didn’t need Grey to admit to anything right now. He only needed to encourage the bond. And to love on his pet.
He began to stroke, base to tip, long, easy strokes that matched his thrusts. Grey responded beautifully, ass tightening around his cock, milking him rhythmically.
“Perfect, Pet.” There was no reason to be stingy with his praise. Grey responded to him like a dream.
The sheath around his cock tightened further.
“Never felt anything like you.”
“Never,” Grey agreed. “God. Never.”
He sped up, pushing in harder and squeezing Grey’s cock to give him more sensation. He curled his thumb around to rub across the tip of Grey’s erection, nail digging into the slit, the slightest bit.
Grey tightened around him like a fist, then a sharp cry filled the air as seed splattered over his fingers.
Breathing in deeply to pull Grey’s scent in, he continued to stroke, hoping to extend Grey’s orgasm, to keep the sweet prick hard and needy for him. It worked, too. Grey’s arousal never flagged.
He rolled them slightly, angling Grey a little more into the mattress. Then he found a new rhythm, one that drove him into his pet over and over.
“Yes...” The whisper echoed in his brain, so big.
He shifted slightly again an
d this time when he pushed in deep, Grey called out to him, letting him know he’d found Grey’s prostate with his cock. That was where he wanted to be and he stayed right there, hitting it with every push in.
Grey met him, thrust after thrust, driving back toward him, heedless of his injuries. Luke kept hold of Grey’s cock, letting Grey’s own movements slide it along his palm.
“So hot. You make me need.” Luke wasn’t usually very talkative during sex, but Grey deserved to know. Grey needed to know.
“Good. I need you. Like breathing. Already.”
“We’ve only broken the surface, Grey. It’s only going to get better. It’s so much bigger than this.” And that was a promise. Already his pre-come was leaking into Grey’s body, making him stronger, increasing his need.
“I accept. Better. Bigger. I accept.”
“You are the bravest man I have ever known.” Accepting him at his word that he was a dragon. Being willing to jump into his destiny feetfirst despite everything that had happened to him and after hiding for so long. Luke knew there was the possibility he was somewhat biased, but Grey was an amazing man.
Grey was his amazing man. For an eternity.
The thought was enough to bring his need to a head and he thrust in harder. “Soon,” he warned, hips jerking now instead of smooth. He wasn’t going to be able to hold on much longer.
Grey nodded, slamming back against him, demanding more.
“You come with me again, Pet.” It would be better if they both came during this. If they could connect that deeply. He rubbed his thumb across the tip of Grey’s cock, even as his own cockhead banged up against Grey’s gland. He managed a few more jerks and squeezes and rubs before he shouted out. “Now! Now, Grey!”
He felt more than heard Grey’s agreement, the “yes” ringing through his whole body.
They came together, as if his come pushing into Grey’s body didn’t leave any room for the spunk in Grey’s balls and it shot out of him. He felt Grey milking his cock, making his orgasm go on, several more small spurts leaving his cock.
“Oh.” Greyson melted into the sheets.
He stayed buried inside Grey, and held on. “I have you,” he said quietly. From now until the end of time.
* * *
Greyson was flying.
Flying.
He laughed. The clouds soared past him so fast that they seemed to explode as he crashed through them.
He was so warm, too, as heat poured from the dragon beneath him.
“Yes!” He stood up, letting the air buffet him.
He wasn’t hurting or worried—he was free as a bird soaring through the air. He opened his arms and let himself go. He didn’t fall. The air was keeping him afloat, updrafts and downdrafts sending him twisting and twirling.
Luke! Luke, we’re flying! Can you see me?
More warmth wrapped around him, Luke with him. Dreaming with you, Pet.
It could be a dream. He didn’t mind. Good.
Luke’s laughter was deep and heartfelt, and he bounced through the air as it rang out all around him.
He stretched up tall, luxuriating in the deep ache that filled him. Long, warm licks teased over his shoulders, his neck.
“Luke?” He wasn’t sure if he was sleeping or awake.
“Mmhmm?” Luke rubbed against him, all hot, smooth skin.
“Am I awake?”
“You sound awake to me. You were dreaming a moment ago, though. Such lighthearted laughter. It was lovely.”
“I was. We were flying together.”
“We’ll have to do the real thing soon. When the storms have passed. When you’re stronger we’ll go out during a blizzard. There’s nothing like it.”
“When I’m strong, maybe. If my legs get better.”
Luke touched his leg, palm warm as it moved over his scars, his poor muscles. The touch felt so good. “They’ll get better.”
Honestly, they weren’t nearly as bad as they had been even a couple days ago. Luke’s constant attention seemed to have loosened the knots.
Maybe it was breaking down the scar tissue; maybe it was magic. Hey, Luke was a fucking dragon—there were stranger things in the universe than his scars being magically healed.
“How are you feeling?” Luke asked. “Any different?”
“I feel...happy. I didn’t have a nightmare.”
“So, yes, different already.” Luke nuzzled into his neck, breath teasing his skin.
“Uh-huh.” And he was starving, but the stubborn part of him refused to acknowledge that. Even if his belly did rumble loudly.
Luke slid a single warm hand along his belly. “You’re hungry. Luckily I have a freezer full of meat.”
“I won’t take more than I need.”
“You’re going to need a lot.” Luke didn’t sound concerned. “If we eat everything before we can get into town for supplies, I’ll go hunting. I’m pretty handy against a deer or elk.”
“I am, too.” If he had to be.
“I imagine you are. I might have a wing or two up on you in this area, though.”
“Yes. I’m so jealous. Those wings are the most wonderful things.”
“You can fly with me anytime you want. All you have to do is ask.” Luke’s hands wandered his body, touching his nipples, his belly, teasing across his cock.
“When my legs are better.”
Luke pinched one nipple, tugging it hard. He gasped, pushing into that touch.
“Your legs are already better than when I found you in that so-called cabin.”
“Uh-huh.” Do that again.
“What? This?” Luke took his nipple between two fingers and tugged it away from his chest, stretching the skin and making it ache in the best way.
“I—I didn’t say anything.”
“I heard you, though.” Luke let go of his nipple, and moved to treat the other one the same way.
Oh fuck, that burned so good. He wanted to pull away and push closer, all at the same time. Luke did it for him, letting his nipple go, then pulling it out again.
His stomach growled again and Luke chuckled. “I need to get you fed.”
“I could eat.” He rubbed his nipples, trying to soothe them.
“Stop that.” Luke took his hands and held them. “Enjoy the ache.”
“I want to touch them.”
Luke had the strangest ideas.
“You want to gentle the ache,” Luke countered.
“Well, yeah.” Was he missing something?
“I want you to feel the ache. So if you’re going to pinch your nipples, go ahead. But if you’re not, I don’t want you touching.”
That didn’t make sense. He wasn’t feeling like arguing the point, not right now, but it didn’t track.
Luke pinched and tugged both nipples again, then petted his hip. “Let’s go see what I can rummage up to eat. You like steak and garlic bread?”
“I haven’t had a steak in months...” And it sounded like heaven.
“Then you are long overdue.” Luke got out of bed and stretched, arms reaching up. All those lovely muscles were put on display for a moment. “And I love that you didn’t say that you can’t have steak and garlic bread for breakfast.”
“We’re adults, huh? We can have whatever turns us on.”
“Absolutely. Of course, if I had what turned me on, I’d be eating you.” Luke gave him a wink as he pulled on some sweats.
He rolled his eyes, finding a pair of sweats as well. It seemed easier today, putting them on.
He felt Luke’s admiring gaze on him, heavy like a touch. When he looked up, sure enough, Luke was checking him out.
“Like what you see?” He felt stupid asking, but...
“I do.” Luke stepped clos
er and cupped his ass, hand hot through the sweats.
The touch made him ache, deep within, a secret, hidden throb.
“Come on,” Luke said, voice growly. “Let’s get you fed.”
“Uh-huh.” Fed. He was all over that.
He followed Luke into the kitchen, where Luke pulled a couple of huge steaks out of the fridge. “Remind me to take more out of the freezer to defrost later.”
“Sure.” Although he was pretty easy. He could eat army rations.
There was a grill component on the stove and Luke seasoned the steaks and stuck them on the grill. Then he took bread out and began to slather butter on it. “You want to chop up some garlic for me? There should be some in that hanging basket by the window.”
“Sure. No problem.” He started chopping, then stopped and stared. “Man, look at the snow.”
“This is nothing. Wait until we have a real blizzard. You like playing in the snow?” Luke turned the steaks, then threw a pat of butter on top of each.
“I do. Yeah. I used to snowshoe, ski, all that.”
“For pleasure or for the job?” Luke grabbed plates and utensils.
“Just for fun. I was stationed in the desert, and besides, I was a grunt. Nothing important. Just another cog in the wheel.” Everyone in the service was replaceable. No one wanted to hear that, but it was true.
“A cog that was out there peacekeeping. I’m proud of the work you did, Pet.”
“Thank you. I am, too. I was trying to make things better.”
“I bet you did, too.” Luke took the garlic he’d chopped, spread it over the bread and put that in the oven.
Greyson had to admit, the smell of food was bringing his hunger to the forefront.
“That smells good.” He moved closer to Luke, like his dragon was a sun that he was orbiting.
Luke put an arm around his shoulders, bringing him in closer. Luke was warm, and it felt so good.
“I have to keep you fed now that we’re bonding.”
“Okay.” Kiss me.
Luke bent and brought their mouths together, lips on his.
Oh, he liked that. It felt so right, connecting like this.