by Sean Michael
“You are. You’re my soul mate, why wouldn’t I think you’re amazing? That I have you here is amazing?”
“I guess you’ve waited a long time, huh?”
“It feels like forever,” Luke admitted to him. “I’ve been waiting my whole life.”
“Jesus.” He stopped and grabbed Luke, held on tight. “I’m here now, huh?”
“You are. And it’s forever. I’ll take it.” Luke wrapped those strong arms around him, holding him tightly. “No one is going to take you away from me.”
“No. No, no one will.”
Luke growled, putting his strength behind the sound. That was right. No one ever would.
“I want you,” Luke told him, meeting his gaze. “I want to be inside you and fill you with my come. I need to. I need to make sure it stays inside you, too.”
“We’ve proven you fit, Dragon. We can probably try it again.”
Luke laughed, the sound wrapping around Greyson, making him feel good.
“Let me go get something to help with keeping my seed inside you.”
“Something to help?”
“Just a little plug so you don’t have to go around with your ass clenched tight.” Luke stroked his crack, fingers lingering on his hole. “You need my seed to help you with the changes.”
God, the things Luke said. Out loud. Greyson’s cheeks were burning.
Luke kissed him hard, then got up and went over to the wardrobe. He bent, searching along the bottom shelf. Greyson found himself staring, looking at Luke’s tight ass, the muscles of his strong legs, the way his calves were formed. God. Like he could feel Greyson’s admiration, Luke shifted, moving his weight from one foot to the other. It was quite the show.
Straightening, Luke came back toward him, something in his hand. Greyson wasn’t sure he wanted to see, if he were honest. He didn’t get a choice, though. When Luke came back, he set the thing on Greyson’s belly. It was small and flesh-coloured and oblong with a base on it.
“Just a small plug, as you aren’t used to them yet.” Yet.
“Oh, that’s—I don’t know if I can, Luke.”
“It’s a thousand times smaller than my cock, Grey.”
Well, maybe not a thousand times. Sure, Luke was hung, but this thing was bigger than a finger. And, well, he did his best to articulate his main objection and when the words came out, he knew that they were the truth. “It’s not you.”
“Well, no, but I can’t stay inside you as long as this can.” Luke rolled it on his belly and it warmed quickly.
“I don’t know. That seems...so weird.” But it wouldn’t hurt, so he could try, he guessed.
“It’s going to be hot. It’s small, but you’ll still feel it, you’ll know it’s there and that I put it there.”
“I believe in you.” He spread his legs for Luke, offering himself.
“And I believe in you. I believe you can do this. And I believe it’s going to be very, very good.”
He wasn’t so sure about that, but he didn’t think it would hurt, either.
Luke climbed into bed, rubbing his fingers along Greyson’s skin. He pushed closer, reminding himself to breathe, in and out. No stress. Humming, Luke took his lips, tongue sweeping through his mouth. The strong fingers moved on his skin, leaving warmth and tingles in their wake. That was what he needed. His dragon, loving on him. He could feel how wonderful this was, how good.
Luke encouraged him to spread his legs wider, and one finger slid along his crack. He tried not to tense, but it was instinctive. Immediate. He wasn’t used to deliberately making himself vulnerable.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Luke told him, continuing to stroke, the touches soft, barely there.
“I know. Just a thing.” He moaned deep in his chest, the touches making him insane.
On the next pass, Luke pushed his finger right into Greyson’s hole, the pressure strong as his body resisted for a moment, then he was suddenly breached. The scrape of Luke’s touch inside him was so good it made him gasp.
“Mmm. So tight, so hot. You feel so good inside.”
“I ache some, but it’s good.” Even the ache felt good. Or maybe it was the ache that made all of it feel good.
Luke nodded like he knew, and pressed his finger in deeper. Greyson spread, bending his knee to let Luke in.
Luke’s finger disappeared and he cried out, bereft.
“Easy, Pet. I need the lube, then I’ll be inside you again.” True to his word, Luke pressed his fingers in again, two this time, stretching him.
Greyson rocked into the touch, the pleasure suiting him to the ground. Luke’s rumbles only added to his enjoyment, each one vibrating in his balls as the fingers inside him pushed deep, spread apart, and twisted together.
“Yes. Yes, more.” He’d never known it could be so good.
“I will always have more for you.” Luke’s words sounded like they were a promise. They came with a press of fingers against his gland, sending a shower of sensation throughout his body.
His body tensed, the world tightening to his lover’s touch. “Please.”
Luke’s mouth covered his, Luke pushing his fingers up against Greyson’s gland again. He cried out, sparkles lighting up behind his eyes. Luke continued to kiss and to fingerfuck him, opening him up and sending him flying. It was so very good.
He found himself slamming up to meet the thrusts.
“So hungry. It means you’re changing, becoming mine deep down.” Luke’s words were like another caress, warming him from the inside.
He nodded. He could become Luke’s. He already was Luke’s.
Luke pushed in another finger, the stretch making him burn, but not in a bad way—in a good way. Such a good way. He drew his legs up, spreading himself wider, then he stopped and shook. He couldn’t do that. His legs didn’t do that.
“Easy, Pet. You know you’re changing. Everything is changing.” Luke rubbed his hand along Greyson’s thigh, fingers digging in.
“I can’t move like that.” But he had, and nothing hurt. In fact, the stretch felt good. “Luke. I can’t move like that anymore.” Not since the mine. It was impossible.
“Except that you did,” Luke pointed out, fingers so heavy on his leg.
He grabbed Luke and held on, fear shaking him. Injuries did not heal overnight.
“I have you,” Luke said, words growling from his chest, filling him with Luke’s strength. “You’re getting better and that’s a good thing,” Luke insisted.
“Yes. But, Luke, this is impossible.”
“So are dragons.” The growl was low, almost a snarl.
“No. No, I believe in you. But I’m not magical.” He was a soldier. Stuff like this didn’t happen to him. His purview was more explosions and injuries.
“But you’re my soul mate. That means you’re magical. I’ve told you that before.”
He wanted to believe. He wanted to. “It’s hard to understand.” It was a world-changing shift.
“I can be patient if I have to be. After all, we have all the time in the world.”
“We have all the time in the world.” Those words felt so good. “I want to be magical, too, Luke.” He really did. He’d hid his orientation so long, lived without love, lived with his injury, resigned to the fact it would never go away. This right here, with Luke, was a thousand times better and he wanted it.
“You are.” Luke’s smile was so sure, as were his words.
Could one turn magical overnight? “I’ll have to take your word for that.”
“That’ll do for now.” Luke moved his fingers inside Greyson, pushing them deep and reminding him what they were in the middle of doing.
“‘Kay.” Okay. Yes. And also God, yes.
Luke stretched his fingers wide a few times,
dragging them from deep inside, all the way back to his entrance before twisting them together and moving them forward again, hitting his gland. Repeating the motion a few times, Luke rained kisses down over his face.
He begged for each, one after another, desperate. Luke gave him everything he needed, sending him soaring, and still he needed more.
“You need me, my heat, my seed.”
“Yes. Yes, Lukas-meine. I need!”
“I know.” Luke pulled his fingers away, but Greyson wasn’t empty for long. It was only a second later that Luke’s thick, hot cock pushed into him, filling him slowly up.
“Oh.” All the noise stopped and he sucked in a deep breath. “There.”
Luke growled and kept sinking in deeper. The thick cockhead nudged his gland.
He nodded, trying to encourage Luke to do it again, even though his breath was stolen. Please. Please, do it again. Please.
Still rumbling, Luke pulled out as slowly as he’d pushed in, then he moved forward again and that electric touch lit through him once more. Greyson nodded and moved, rubbing that sweet cock inside him.
Luke’s growls got louder and the next push in was harder, knocking up more solidly against his gland.
Yes! He arched, pleasure zipping through him.
Luke pounded into him, the rhythm addictive as Luke gazed down at him.
He reached up, cupped Luke’s cheek, awed. Luke nuzzled into his touch, then turned his face and kissed the palm of his hand. Electricity shot through him—bone to balls, the destroyed tattoo on his thigh feeling like it was on fire.
“Yes!” Luke shouted and slammed into him, no more rhythm in these thrusts, only strength.
Greyson met each one, eager and hungry, grunting as they worked together. When Luke wrapped his hand around Greyson’s cock, it was the perfect touch. Exactly what he’d needed.
He arched up, his balls emptying with one stroke.
“Yes!” Luke shouted it and slammed into him several more times before stilling and filling him with several pulses of heat.
Oh, he didn’t want it to end. Not at all.
“I’ll stay in as long as I can,” Luke told him.
“Okay.” He wasn’t going to argue—he wanted it.
Luke rested against him, and pressed kisses all over his face. Each one heated his skin. He whimpered, his body clenching and relaxing, again and again. Luke’s noises joined his, winding with them to make an even better symphony.
“You like this?” He squeezed again.
Luke’s increased growling was his answer.
Oh. Oh, that was delicious. He ached for that.
“Don’t stop,” Luke murmured, the words only barely discernable from Luke’s growls.
He frowned, surprised at how much energy it took to keep squeezing.
Luke pressed more kisses on his face, then latching on to the skin of his neck. The sting started slowly, but began to ramp up, higher and higher. He was going to have a lurid bruise there. The idea of that sent a thrill through him.
Luke was leaving his mark.
Yes. The world will know you’re mine.
He chuckled, because they didn’t see a lot of the world, but that was okay.
Shh. It was romantic. Luke scraped his teeth along the spot he’d been working.
“I love romance.” Who knew? He’d never had it before, but now he couldn’t stop smiling.
“I’m the king of romance.” Luke grinned at him. “Is something no one has ever said to or about me. But you inspire me.”
“I like that, being inspirational.” He was a dork.
“I like that you are, too.” Luke took his mouth and began to thrust again, the thick cock pushing into him over and over. “You inspired me to bring us both another orgasm.”
“Another? We can do that?” He loved this.
“We can.” Luke wrapped his hand around Greyson’s cock and he was shocked to realize he was hard, too. He’d been concentrating so hard on squeezing Luke’s cock that he hadn’t noticed his own.
That’s one of the reasons why you’re magical, Pet.
Luke wrapped a hand around his cock, jacking in time with every push of that beautiful cock into him. They found a rhythm, nice and steady, in and out, in and out. Tug and push, tug and push. It made him dizzy. So did the kisses that, each and every one, stole his breath.
The whole world spun in a slow, lazy circle. He had no clue how long it went on for, and it didn’t matter. The connection between them was everything.
That’s right, Pet. Everything.
He shivered at the thoughts, pushing into Luke, bucking into each thrust. More, he needed more. He seemed to always need more from Luke. And Luke always gave it to him.
The speed of Luke’s thrusts increased, the hand around his cock tightening. He sobbed, the pleasure enough to make him want to scream. Luke played with his cockhead, thumb rubbing back and forth across his slit lips. It was exquisite. He did that, when he was jacking himself off. It was so much better when Luke did it. Of course, so was getting jacked off with Luke’s hand over his own.
He groaned and Luke rumbled and everything sped, moving faster.
“Soon. Soon, please. Soon.” He wasn’t making any sense, he knew it.
“Gonna make this one last.” Luke kept his rhythm cool and steady.
Oh, that was no fair. He was buzzing, inside and out. He wanted his orgasm now!
“Don’t you want that feeling to go on and on?” Luke asked.
“I don’t know if I can bear it,” he admitted. Was there such a thing as too much pleasure?
“You’ll have to try until you can’t anymore.” Luke’s grin was wicked, teasing.
“Evil old man.” He could tease, too.
“Old doesn’t even begin to cover it.” Luke pushed in harder, slamming into his gland.
“N-no?” Come on. Come on, man, you can hold your own.
Luke chuckled. “You know what comes with age? Wisdom. Strength. Power.”
“Beauty.” Luke filled his soul up.
“I’ll take it.” Luke kissed him again, pounding into him, pushing everything from his head except this. Except Luke.
This wild song started ringing inside him, filling him up.
Our song. You and me. We’re doing that.
You can hear it, too.
Of course. It’s ours. Luke moved faster, speeding up the song, making it a celebration that filled him.
Greyson sank into the sensations, letting himself drown in them. Their bodies seemed to meld together, so he didn’t know where he ended and Luke began and it was all consuming. It was everything.
And he spun out of control.
When Luke growled out “come”, he did, as if there was a button pushed that made it happen, just like that. It didn’t really matter, he was home.
They rode the wave of pleasure together, then Luke rested his forehead against Greyson’s and they both panted, sharing air as they slowly came down.
“I have you, Pet. I will always have you.”
Luke stayed inside him a little longer, before he reached for the plug that had rolled onto the bed.
Greyson’s body tensed, squeezing Luke hard.
“God, you’re so wonderfully tight.”
“You fit.” That was what mattered.
“I fit perfectly. Like you were made for me. Oh wait.” Luke grinned, smile almost feral. “You were.”
“I’m sure I have other qualities,” he teased.
“Than your fuckability? Of course. I like the way you look. I like the darkness inside you. I want to make it—and you—mine.”
How could he argue with that? Seriously?
“You don’t.” Luke smiled, then whimpered as he began to pull aw
ay, the thick cock pulling out of him so very slowly.
“Don’t leave.” The words popped out of his mouth. Everything made sense when Luke was inside him.
“I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right here with you. And we’re plugging my seed inside you.”
Oh God. Luke kept saying that kind of stuff.
He felt it then, the hard plug pressed against his hole where Luke’s cock was moving away. He stiffened, but there was no denying it, no keeping the plug out.
“Easy,” murmured Luke. “It’s much smaller than I am.” Luke kept pulling out, the plug right there, ready to go in as soon as he was fully out.
“I know, but it’s not you.” That was an important distinction.
“It’ll keep my seed inside you, though. So, part of me is still in you.”
Greyson blinked, then moaned, deep in his chest.
As Luke’s cock came all the way out, he pushed the plug in and just like that Greyson was plugged. It almost seemed anti-climactic.
“What do I do now?” Greyson asked.
“Now we do whatever it was we were going to do. Your body will work automatically to keep the plug inside.”
He wasn’t going to be able to move. What if it fell out?
“It’s going to be fine, Pet. You’ll see.”
“But, seriously...” It seemed impossible to go about their business like this was normal.
“No butts.” Luke snickered like he’d just told the best naughty joke ever.
“Are you kidding me?” He started cackling, cracking up.
Luke didn’t laugh with him, but he grinned lazily, looking pleased at himself.
“You butthead,” Greyson accused fondly.
Luke did laugh then. “You said butt.”
“Did I?”
“You did!” Luke pounced and kissed him, rolling them so he was on top of the strong body. “I like your butt, in case there was any doubt.” Luke patted it, nudging the little plug inside him.
His eyes went wide at the sensation. “No touching.” That made everything bigger.
“That’s not for you to say.”
“Sure it is.” It was his body.
“Yes, it is your body. But I’m your soul mate and I’m a dragon.”