by Marcy Jacks
Kraigan loved the look of Jason’s body, and he enjoyed the touch and feel of it just as much. His eyes were drawn to Jason’s mouth, recalling how well the man had used it on Kraigan’s cock and how he’d panted and moaned over his inability to put Kraigan’s cock between those lips as much as he wanted to.
Kraigan’s cock twitched and hardened between his legs with just the thought of that. Now that Jason was here, standing inches away from him, in his bedchamber, with his actual bed just over there, Kraigan wanted to touch and taste him again, make him moan and come, make Jason realize that he needed Kraigan more than he thought he did.
Kraigan didn’t realize right away that Jason was no longer laughing, no longer smiling even. They were just staring at each other, and Jason bit down on his lips, wetting them before he nodded.
“Right, we’re definitely doing this, then,” he said and hurriedly undid his belt before sticking his thumbs into his leggings and pushing them down.
The damp material clung to his legs better than anything else could, and Kraigan clenched his teeth over a moan when Jason’s thighs were revealed, and then he pulled on his feet, tugging the leggings inside out just to get them off of his ankles.
Then he was standing right in front of Kraigan, completely naked and just looking at him. Looking like he was waiting.
But Kraigan couldn’t look away. The same sensation he’d felt the first time he’d seen Jason naked washed over him, overpowering him, making him want to throw away all that control that he’d worked so hard for over the years, and all for some little human that he really shouldn’t care a whit for.
Jason smiled softly. “Okay, so, unless you’re just admiring the view, I’m starting to think I got the wrong idea, here.”
Kraigan shook his head. “Not the wrong idea,” he said and reached his hand out.
Jason allowed the touch, allowed Kraigan’s fingers to cup his chin and then his cheek, feeling the rough scratch of his incoming stubble.
Kraigan had never seen Jason with a beard or with any scraggly hairs coming out of his face. He was fairly certain that Jason shaved every day, and the only time he knew of that Jason hadn’t was when they were on the run from the humans and the werewolves together. The shadow around his face had certainly darkened, but there had never been a beard.
Perhaps it was just slow to grow in. Either way, Kraigan enjoyed the feel of it whenever he touched the man.
“Are you going to get out of your clothes, or are you just going to leave me hanging like this?”
Kraigan looked down between them. Jason’s erection, which had sprung free from his leggings when he’d yanked them off, was wilting only slightly.
Kraigan wanted to put it into his mouth. He wanted to suck on Jason’s cock and swirl his tongue around the shaft and head just the way Jason had moaned and wished he could do when they were last together.
He grabbed Jason by the shoulders, turned him, and started to maneuver the man over to his bed. A slow, eager smile pulled up at Jason’s lips. “What are you doing?”
Kraigan pushed him to sit down on the thin mattress and sheets. Then he got to his knees. “You seemed eager to put my cock in your mouth. I want to know what that feels like.”
Jason’s eyes widened, and his dick immediately jumped back to full life. “Oh, fuck yes.”
* * * *
Jason wasn’t entirely sure what was going on with Kraigan, but so long as his cock stayed in the heat of the man’s mouth, he had to admit he didn’t much care.
The entire thing had nearly come to a halt when Kraigan had first tested the waters, running his tongue over the head and shaft in much the same way Jason imagined that other dragons did to each other without actually putting it between their lips, but then Kraigan had to go ahead and open his big, stupid mouth.
“It’s so small. No wonder you humans can fit it in so easily.”
“What?” Jason yelled, nearly yanking himself away, and he probably would have if Kraigan had not grabbed him by the hips and held him in place. “Calm yourself. I was speaking of the head, not the girth of your shaft.”
Jason didn’t much care in that moment. He was still pissed off that anyone could look at his dick and refer to any part of it as being small.
Of course, even that anger left him, flying away when Kraigan put that so-called small head between his lips and then sank his mouth down as far around it as he could.
Jason moaned softly, his hands moving into Kraigan’s too-short red hair. He tried to grip the strands, to pull Kraigan even closer so he could thrust deep into his mouth, and sure, maybe even cause a little pain because of the insult to Jason’s manhood.
Kraigan kept his hair clipped too damned short for that to work out, however, so there would be none of that while Jason was getting off.
And he still managed to thrust forward well enough, even without grabbing onto Kraigan’s hair at any rate.
The man was curious, and though he was mostly teeth at first, he learned to tuck them away, using more of his tongue than anything else and keeping his lips wet as he bobbed back and forth. The head of Jason’s cock frequently exited Kraigan’s mouth, as the man was learning to breathe while sucking on another man’s dick at the same time, but that was perfectly all right. Jason loved watching the head of his dick appear and disappear as Kraigan worked on him. The man was an artist, and he didn’t even know it.
Though he still needed some help on occasion. “Use your fist for where your mouth can’t reach. Yeah, like that,” Jason said, throwing his head back and sighing as Kraigan followed his instructions to the letter.
Perhaps the man was so talented at following orders just because of his work with the other dragon warriors. A man did have to know how to follow their leader, to take commands with ease and without questioning them, when working in a team like that.
Jason blessed the day that Kraigan decided he wanted to become a warrior. He was very good at following Jason’s instructions, and he had many of them.
“Swirl your tongue around...yeah, like that. Put your hand on my testicles, gently though. Fuck! You’re really good at this.”
Jason was a panting mess, and though his dick throbbed with the need to come, the end just right there where he could see it, where he wanted to be with it, he couldn’t. Not yet.
Likely it had something to do with how slow Kraigan was being. The man was not only proving himself to be a natural talent at this, but he was also taking his damned time.
Even if he was a dragon, part of a species that did not normally partake in sexual adventures quite like this, the man was still experienced enough to know that going slow, and forcing his partner to do the same, would only prolong the sweet torture and end it with a harder, and more significant, burst of energy.
Jason already felt as though he could come. That sinfully pleasurable sensation swelled behind his belly. His prostate begged to be touched so it would spill everything it had down into Kraigan’s throat. He wanted the man to swallow him down, but he figured he would wait some time before making a request like that. Just in case Kraigan was not one to partake in something of that nature.
Jason humped forward, his ass sliding against the cotton sheets of Kraigan’s bed, his balls in Kraigan’s hand and his cock in and out of the man’s warm, wet mouth.
“I’m going to come. I’m close,” Jason said, though he was certain he’d been close five minutes ago. He wasn’t going to last, and he knew the end was near when he felt one of Kraigan’s fingers slide under his butt, wiggling until it found his hole. Jason lifted himself up just enough to accommodate Kraigan’s hand, and he sighed when the man’s fingertips teased around his hole without actually pushing inside.
“Do it. Fuck me with your fingers. Do it,” Jason said.
The look in Kraigan’s eyes said that he would not. This was another tease, and Jason didn’t want to be teased anymore. He wanted to come, and he didn’t care how that came to be, just so long as it happened.
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p; “K-Kraigan, please, I can’t wait anymore. Stop that. I want you to fuck me,” Jason said, and now instead of begging Kraigan to continue what he was doing with his mouth, he started to actually push the man away at the shoulders.
His dick was only a little cold from the saliva on the shaft against the air of Kraigan’s bedroom, but it wasn’t nearly enough to make it whither.
It was just enough to buy him some time, to keep himself from spilling when he wanted Kraigan inside of him.
“I thought you wanted me to learn how to suck you?” Kraigan asked, and that fucking little sexy, crooked smile on his face told Jason that he was being teased, again.
Jason groaned. “I want to get off more than that!” he snapped.
He held on to the man’s shoulders, torn between holding him in place and pushing him away. He didn’t know what he wanted other than he was insanely desperate for the need to orgasm while Kraigan was doing something to him. He didn’t want to just sit there and come for no reason because he couldn’t stop himself now that Kraigan had pushed him this far.
And he couldn’t handle it anymore either. Jason finally made a decision between pulling Kraigan closer and pushing him away, and he pushed the man away from him just enough so that he could get onto his hands and knees.
He didn’t care how desperate it made him look, presenting his ass to a man who really didn’t care that much for him and was only using him for the sex.
Jason would do it a thousand times over if it meant that Kraigan would fuck him and do it right now.
The man didn’t need a better hint as he quickly doffed his clothes, exposing his massive chest and strong thighs, as well as his heavy cock. The bulb was already swollen to full size. Jason decided that, one day, he wanted to watch it swell up, go from being at its smallest to its largest right in front of his very eyes.
That would have to wait for another time because Kraigan yanked open a wooden drawer and pulled out a vial, and Jason shivered in anticipation.
Chapter Seven
At least they were on a bed this time. That was one thought that went through Kraigan’s mind as he pressed his tongue to Jason’s pucker, feeling the shiver that rippled through the man’s skin, his moaning cry, all the way down onto his tongue.
The best sensation ever to be had.
This would be easier with Jason on his knees, and after what those two idiots had tried to do to him in the hallway, that was for the best. Kraigan wanted them to both be as comfortable as possible as they did this. He wanted Jason to get used to the idea of sharing a private room with him and of never having to work in the damned hallways, sweeping and mopping like a servant ever again.
“Fuck, Kraigan, I thought you were going to fuck me with your cock, not your tongue,” Jason said.
Kraigan pulled back and angled his head enough to get a proper look at the man. Jason’s eyes were squeezed shut, his head bent, and a sheen of sweat was building over his forehead and along his back and arms.
He looked divine. Absolutely, positively divine.
“Are you complaining?” Kraigan asked, massaging the cheeks of Jason’s ass with his hands and then leaning forward to give the man’s pucker another teasing lick.
Jason swiftly shook his head, but he didn’t respond. It seemed that he couldn’t because his throat was too busy panting for breath.
Good. This was what Kraigan wanted.
As arousing as it was to have his tongue on this spot, it was nowhere near as pleasurable as it had been when he’d put Jason’s cock inside of his mouth, when he’d sucked on the man and felt his dick pushing forward and back, deeper between his lips. Jason had wanted more, moaning Kraigan’s name.
Kraigan’s erection had throbbed and pulsed as if there had been an invisible hand on his own cock, stroking him in time with the push and pull movements of Jason’s dick.
There hadn’t been anything, of course. But Kraigan had not felt a pleasure like that since the first time he’d placed his mouth on this part of a man. He was being pleasured just from giving Jason pleasure, and he wanted to continue to do that, wanted more of that feeling, but he also wanted to stay in control.
Had Jason not pushed him away, Kraigan would have lost that control. There was no doubt in his mind about that. He would have come in his pants like some bratty adolescent, and that would have been beyond humiliating.
He wanted to thank Jason for sparing him that humiliation, which was why he was rewarding the man with the attention he was presenting right now.
And Jason seemed to love it.
Kraigan was good at this. He was perfectly capable of pleasing a lover while his hands went to the vial, twisting the little cap off with his large fingers and pouring the oil into his hand. He stroked his cock, lightly, enough to tease but not enough to bring himself to orgasm. He wanted to hold that off. He just needed to get his cock slick and put some of the oil onto Jason’s hole, and that would be enough.
He pulled his tongue away, listening in pleasure as Jason moaned from the loss and looked over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“What does it look like?” Kraigan replied, and he grinned at the man, pushing one finger inside of that clenching hole, making the man slick and ready for what was to come in just a moment.
Jason shivered and moaned, dropping his head as he pushed back on the invading finger. “So good,” he said.
It was. Kraigan enjoyed the feeling of those muscles clenching around his finger, trying to trap him inside and hold him in place but unable to do so. He added another finger and then hooked them, wanting to find Jason’s sweet spot, his prostate, and let his fingers linger over it just long enough to make the man know what was to come.
Jason’s spine straightened, his head shooting up and his eyes popping open wide as he moaned and clenched his fingers in the sheets of Kraigan’s bed.
There it was. Kraigan already knew he’d found it from the feel of it, but he played with it, toying with Jason, wanting to make the man come for him before he even had the chance to put his cock inside.
He’d wanted to feel Jason’s orgasm clenching around his aching prick, but that idea was too far-gone now. He wanted this. Kraigan wanted to feel the man’s hole clenching around his fingers as he brought Jason off.
“Tell me how close you are,” Kraigan demanded, putting one hand on Jason’s hip to steady him as the man thrust wildly back against Kraigan’s fingers, desperate to bring himself off.
If Jason heard the question, he didn’t respond to it. He could only moan and thrust back and forth, fucking himself on Kraigan’s fingers.
The sight was enough to make Kraigan’s cock thump to the beat of his heart. “Touch yourself. I want to see your hand around your cock,” he said. “Do it now.”
Jason was already moving to obey. One hand reached for his dick, his fingers curling around and squeezing. Kraigan had trouble watching the marvelous sight from his position, but he did his absolute best.
Jason moved so sharply, in such spasmatic jerks, that he was unable to hold himself up on his hand. He fell down on his elbow, but he didn’t stop trying to thrust back, didn’t stop stroking his cock, and he certainly did not stop with those noises that were driving Kraigan up the damned wall.
He brought his own hand down, reaching for the bulbous head of his dick, massaging it and then letting his hand trail down and stroking the length, right before he squeezed at the base, halting his orgasm to keep himself from sweeping away and collapsing on top of Jason. He felt Jason’s asshole clench around his fingers, and then the man pressed his face into the sheets beneath him to muffle his pleasured shout.
The scent of Jason’s lust was thick in the air when he came. Kraigan tilted his head to better see it, to better see the way Jason’s seed had spilled onto his sheets while the man jerked and humped into his hand, and Kraigan could hold back no more.
He pulled his fingers out of that hot, tight hole and then pressed the end of his cock to that
space instead.
It was still a tight fit, and though Jason hissed when Kraigan pushed forward, he was loose enough from the last time they’d done this, and his body relaxed enough from a recent orgasm, that Kraigan did not need to use his fingers to lever himself inside.
The final pop of flesh giving way and surrounding the head of his cock made Kraigan release the moan of tension he’d been holding back, and Jason sighed right along with him, looking over his shoulder and down the length of his own back to try and see exactly what Kraigan was doing. Of course, that was impossible, but it didn’t stop him from trying.
“Fuck, when you push it in, it feels like you’re stuffing two cocks inside me.”
“That can be arranged,” Kraigan said, grinning at the thought of sharing this eager human with another. Of course, this was just a fantasy. Fantasies were all well and good, but he had no intention of letting another man’s cock anywhere near this sweet spot.
Jason looked back at him as though he’d lost his mind, and he shook his head. “No way. If you get another dragon to put his dick inside me with yours already there, I think it might just wreck me for life.”
Kraigan chuckled, pulling his hips back slightly and then pushing forward enough to give the younger man a taste of what was to come. “Good to know,” he said and then continued on with his forward and back motions.
Jason groaned and pushed back against him. Kraigan did not keep his slow pace for much longer than four back and forward strokes of his cock inside of that tight space before he lost all control.
Fuck control. What was the point to having sex and enjoying a warm body if he was to maintain strict control of himself even when in the middle of making love with someone?