Chapter Ten
Luke shifted and made a quick sweep of the land near the ranger station, keeping half his attention on the soulbond so he could get back quickly if Grey woke.
Once he was back, he called in, gave the all-clear, and took down the information regarding expected weather patterns. More snow and no expected wanderers. Even the most dense humans weren’t likely to try to hike out in this weather and he was glad for it. He and Grey were likely to be snowed in and alone until late spring.
He made a bunch of beef sandwiches, so they’d be ready when Grey woke up. And when he felt that start to happen, he threw french fries into the deep fryer. And warmed up beef gravy in the microwave.
Hungry. Smells good. Love. Dragon. Food. The thoughts were lazy, random, warm.
It made him smile. Grey waking up happy was going to be one of his favorite things, he could tell. Poutine and huge beef sandwiches. And, of course, me.
“Let me get dressed and I’ll be right there.”
“There’s a housecoat,” he called back. A thick robe that would be luscious to sit around in. His pet didn’t need anything that would restrict access.
“Good deal.” Socks. Do I have socks? I need socks. Grey’s surface thoughts were so loud.
I like your feet. You’re fine.
He could feel Grey rolling his eyes.
Chuckling, he checked the fries and grabbed the cheese from the fridge, began grating it.
Grey came in, wrapped in the robe, wearing sweatpants and heavy socks.
Luke held out one arm so he could bring Grey in close, share his warmth. “Are you really that cold?”
“The bed is warm and cozy. I could have stayed.”
“Then go back, I’ll bring the food in to you.” There was no reason he couldn’t indulge Grey.
“That’s silly. How can I help?”
“It’s not silly—if you want to be snuggled and warm in bed, then I want to do that for you.” He didn’t believe Grey had had a lot of being indulged in his life to date. That was about to change. Luke took a kiss, his lips lingering against Grey’s.
Grey opened up, tongue flicking against Luke’s, playing with him. It made him smile, which made their kiss go wonky, which made him laugh.
“Mmm. That’s a good sound.”
“Yeah?” He chuckled again. “You make me happy, so I laugh.”
Oh, that pleased his pet.
He brought their mouths together again, giving Grey a lazy kiss that went on and on. At least until Grey’s belly snarled.
“I need to feed you, whether that’s in bed or not.” Luke grinned suddenly. “The mattress will be easier on your plugged ass than a dining room chair.”
He felt the sudden flare of arousal, the little hint of shock and desire.
“Mmm. Food first, Pet. You need to keep your energy up.” He ran his hand down along Grey’s spine, cupped one lovely ass cheek and squeezed, jostling Grey’s hole.
Grey gasped and took a half step back before pressing forward again. He loved that indecision, the uncertainty, and the fact that despite that, Grey had stepped back into his arms.
The fryer beeped and he kissed Grey’s nose. “I need to take out the fries and turn them into the poutine.”
“Okay, Dragon. I’ll grab drinks.”
He rumbled happily. He loved how Grey called him Dragon. “So are we eating at the table or in bed?”
“Let’s eat in bed, huh? That’s decadent.”
“It is. And softer on your butt.” He swatted Grey’s ass, then turned his attention to the fryer so nobody got burned.
“Hey!” Was that arousal in response to his swat? He was pretty sure it was.
“Drinks, Pet. It’s time for refueling. Focus,” he teased. Because he didn’t mind at all being the center of Grey’s focus.
“I am. No swacking, butthead.”
“I might have to start ‘swacking’ every time you call me a butthead.” He’d have to find lots of reasons to spank Grey. He was pretty sure that Grey was going to discover how much he enjoyed it and then he’d be giving his arm a real workout on a regular basis. Not hard sharp spanks, but lovely warming swats.
“No way.” Grey pulled out a couple of Cokes.
“Why not? You’d like a little spanking, I bet.” He snorted. “In fact, I think you’d like a lot of spanking.”
“I’m not a kid, man.” I might have recently been a virgin but I’m no youngster to be spanked.
“Oh, I’m not talking about spanking the way you’d spank a kid. I don’t see anything childlike about you. You’re all man.” He didn’t want Grey to ever doubt that.
“I am.” Grey still wasn’t sure about the spanking, though, Luke could tell. He didn’t need to push it this minute. They had all the time in the world to explore everything.
“I didn’t have to use my crutches, did you notice?” Grey looked so pleased with himself.
“I’m noticing now. That’s fantastic.” He let his hand slide down to Grey’s thigh, rubbing across the scars. They definitely felt less obvious today: they were fading. He was sure of it.
“It is. The ink is even less...weird.”
“Soon, I’ll be able to see it for what it really is.” He was looking forward to that, but mostly he was looking forward to Grey no longer hurting. To his lover being whole.
“I don’t think skin works that way, Dragon.”
“But we’re making magic here—how things work doesn’t matter.” He put the cheese on the french fries and grabbed the gravy he’d warmed up. He breathed in, smelling the food as he poured the gravy over the hot fries and cheese.
Magic. God, please. Please let it be true. Grey’s thoughts were heartfelt.
It is. Time will prove me right.
He grabbed the plate of poutine and put it on a tray with the sandwiches he’d made earlier. “You got our drinks, Pet?”
“I do, yes, and we need napkins.”
“Drawer next to the sink.” He waited to make sure that Grey found them, then headed down the hall to their bedroom, imagining his hand connecting with Grey’s naked ass, coming down hard.
He wanted to see that, to feel Grey over his lap learning about the games they could play. And loving them. He’d felt the excitement inside Grey when he’d talked about swatting, when he’d talked about how the plug would be more noticeable on the harder chairs. Still, he didn’t think his pet had really considered any of the particular interests he and his brothers shared. He’d never had a chance. What a lonely life.
As soon as he got to the bedroom, he set the tray down on the bed and drew Grey to him, hugging him tight.
Grey hummed. Cold bottles teased his spine as they held each other.
I have you. And he wasn’t letting go.
Good. I have you, too.
He rumbled happily. Yes. He understood Grey’s loneliness. He honestly did. He kissed Grey’s forehead. “We have to eat.”
“Yeah. It smells like heaven.”
“It’s only sandwiches and fancy fries.” He was pleased, though, that Grey thought it smelled good.
“It’s good food, and I’m hungry.”
“And you need to eat.” He pulled the covers up onto the bed properly so they didn’t get crumbs on the sheets. Then made a grand gesture, offering Grey the best seat.
“You’re not going to let me sit in your lap?”
He beamed, so pleased it had been Grey’s idea. “That’s the best idea yet.” He climbed into that prime spot himself, and crossed his legs, then patted his lap. “All yours.”
Grey climbed up into his lap, settling in easily.
He should have had his pet lose the sweats first. He had to wonder if Grey would eventually generate his own heat like he did, and be happy to wander around in the nude, too. Jake and Deke would know. So would Mark, but he thought any questions about soul mates would be like rubbing Mark’s face in it, given Mark had lost this amazing connection.
Grey snuggled into him with a happy sigh. “Love how warm you are.”
“I was thinking that eventually you’d generate a lot of your own warmth. I don’t want to lose being your hot water bottle, though.” He nuzzled his cheek along the top of Grey’s head.
Grey’s sigh was satisfied, warm. Happy.
Grabbing a fork, he stabbed a french fry, making a happy noise as the melted cheese oozed from beneath the gravy. “Careful, it might still be quite hot.”
His pet opened up like a little bird. He fed Grey the bite, watching as Grey’s lips closed over the fork, as he chewed and swallowed, throat working. Luke bent and kissed Grey’s Adam’s apple.
“That’s good.”
Luke wasn’t sure if Grey was talking about the food or the kiss. He didn’t suppose it mattered—he would keep feeding Grey both.
He grabbed another fry, this time with his fingers, and pressed it to Grey’s lips.
Grey took it, then cleaned his fingertips easily, sucking and licking them. He felt each pull in his belly, as if there was a string connecting them.
“You need some, too,” Grey whispered.
“So feed me.”
Grey arched and managed to break off a bite of sandwich, feeding him. He licked at Grey’s fingers, making sure he’d gathered all the crumbs and the hint of mayonnaise painting Grey’s skin.
“Is it good?” Grey stole a bite for himself. “Oh, that’s nice, Dragon.”
“Thank you, Pet. I do make a good sandwich.” Luke took another bite, then offered the second half of the sandwich to Grey to finish.
Grey snarfed it up, almost growling over it. Luke liked his pet’s style. Grinning, he ate a few more gravy-and-cheese-covered fries, humming appreciatively at the flavors. Then he fed some more to Grey.
“Mmm.” Grey nibbled on his fingers, playing along.
“Do I taste better than the food?”
“Yes.” The answer was immediate and sure.
“Good answer.” He gave Grey a quick kiss, then more fries. Then he offered another half-sandwich. “Let’s finish up here so we can feed other hungers.”
Together they devoured the food, laughing and touching each other all along. So sweet. By the time they’d finished the last drops of their Cokes, they were both aroused, happy, and no longer hungry for food. It was perfect.
Luke put the tray on the floor out of the way. Now that neither of them were hungry, he could turn his full attention to Grey.
“That was great, Luke. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I’m sure we’ll be hungry again in a couple of hours. In the meantime...” Luke pushed Grey’s robe off his shoulders.
Grey laughed for him, snuggling back into the covers. He made short work of the robe, sweats, and socks, watching as he slowly exposed Grey’s lovely skin.
“Are we back to naked time already?” Grey’s words were secondary to the sight of his name embedded in Grey’s skin.
Luke touched the now almost fully healed tattoo, and it felt like lightning sparked between Grey’s inked skin and his fingertips. “Do you know what it says?” Did his soul mate know the significance of the spiky words?
Grey looked down, eyes widening at the sight. “It almost looks like it did the day it was done. That’s incredible. And it doesn’t say anything so far as I know. It’s not an Arabic language, not anything I’ve seen.”
“It’s the dragon tongue, and that’s the Beteferoce crest, and this is my name.” He traced the spiky lettering again.
“Beteferoce. Ferocious beast. That’s so cool. This... Has he given it to lots of guys, do you think?”
“Who was it you said did it?” Luke asked. There had better not be his name on anyone else’s body.
“Uh. Uh. This dude in Halifax. Corwin, I think?”
“Corryn, maybe?” There was only one Fae who was not only associated with their family, but who was also a tattoo artist.
Luke blinked, then nodded. “Yes! Yeah, you know him, then?”
“I do. It’s a little complicated, but if you’re ready for more things that most people don’t think are real, I can tell you.”
“I’m ready. I won’t freak.” Grey sounded so sure.
“Corryn is Fae. He’s been with my family in one way or another since before I was born.”
“Fae? I don’t understand.”
“You know the fairies from lore? Those are the closest to what the Fae are. They are longer lived than dragons even.”
“Fairies? You mean it? I didn’t see wings.”
“I said fairies are the closest to what the Fae actually are. There are no wings. They do not fly. Dragons fly.”
“Oh, that sucks. Flying rocks.” Grey grinned at him. “Still, that’s neat.”
“Corryn and my family are tied together. Almost like he serves my family. It’s like inheriting a butler. Only I think Corryn would bite if he found out I’d put it that way. It’s a deeper relationship than butler. I’d heard from my brothers that he’d been tattooing our soul mates to help us find each other.” It looked like it was working, too. That was three of the five of them matched up. Had the tattoos drawn them all to each other? Or had it merely facilitated them recognizing each other? He didn’t know. He didn’t suppose it mattered.
“Yeah? What about your brothers? Do you see them a lot? Are they amazing?”
Luke snorted. “They’re brothers. You had a brother, so you know, right?” While they weren’t the reason he lived in the middle of nowhere, it certainly didn’t bother him that he didn’t see them very often.
“I did, yes. I lost him.”
“Yeah, you said. I’m sorry. But before he died?”
“My brother was pretty fucking amazing.”
“Okay. Mine are amazing, too, but...” He shrugged. “We bicker.” It seemed rather petty in light of Grey’s experience.
“Brothers fight. You do call them, though? See them?”
“At least once a year, sometimes more. To celebrate the equinox. We have caverns. A family home.”
“Tell me about it.” Grey curled against him, humming deep in his chest.
“The lair looks like caves from outside, but it’s decadent and wonderful inside. And we have many shiny things there.”
Grey stroked his belly, fingers petting him, drawing sigils on his skin.
“What magic are you making?” Luke asked.
“You’re the magical one, Dragon, remember?” Grey continued to touch him.
“What are you drawing on me?”
Grey shrugged. “Just shapes. Just letting my fingers move.”
“No, there’s energy behind it,” he insisted.
“I’m not trying to bother you.”
“I didn’t say you were, I want to know the significance.” He watched Grey’s fingers, trying to make the symbols out.
He could see light in those trails, feel a wild tingling. “I thought you said you weren’t magical.” He said it softly, a little in awe of Grey.
“Not even a bit.”
“Can’t you see it? Feel it? The magic is there in your fingertips. In the sigils you’re drawing on my skin.” Maybe it was the two of them together that was making it happen.
Grey gave him a look and snorted. “I’m loving on you. Touching you.”
He didn’t know whether to push it or not, and in the end decided not to. He didn’t think it mattered—the two of them together were special and Grey’s finger-drawings were only binding them more deeply together.
“I do love it when you touch me,” he told Grey.
“Good. It would be awful if you hated it.”
“There’d be something wrong if I hated it. Still, I figure you’d like to hear it, eh?” He wanted to make Grey feel good.
“I do, yes. Thanks.” Grey leaned forward, kissing his collarbone.
“Mmm. I like that, too.” Luke moved his hand along Grey’s spine, eager to cup his ass again.
Grey nuzzled him, licked him, nibbled him. He wrapped his fingers around Grey’s right ass cheek and squeezed, his fingers touching the bottom of the little plug. Grey shifted away, making him chase after that sweet ass. Laughing, he did, moving with Grey, fingers running across Grey’s skin.
“Be good, now. No touching!” Oh God, please do it again.
“Touching is my job, Pet.”
“Your job is being a forest ranger, Dragon.”
Luke laughed and rolled them, putting Grey beneath him. “And I’ve done that bit today already. Now I can focus on you.”
Grey was all smiles, excitement flooding their bond. He kissed Grey, then bit at his chin, then his shoulder, rumbling, vibrating against the bone.
“Toothy...” Grey’s voice rumbled for him, so deep.
“I’m going to leave marks all over you.”
“Promises, promises. Maybe I’ll mark you.”
A shiver of delight went through Luke. “Now who’s making promises?”
“Well, me.” Grey pushed him off and Luke rolled onto his back. Grey moved carefully, and straddled his thighs.
“It was kind of a rhetorical question.” He rubbed his hands along Grey’s thigh, warming it, wanting to keep Grey loose, and not hurting.
“Uh-huh.” Grey leaned in, tongue dragging on his throat.
He tilted his head up, offering Grey his neck. He would let Grey love on him. He was rather enjoying having someone else take the reins.
“I’ve never given anyone a hickey,” Grey said, examining the flesh he’d been licking.
“I get to be a lot of your firsts. I like that.” He liked it a lot, in a very possessive, growly kind of way. He rumbled happily.
“Almost all of them. At least in this arena.” Flashes of war and guns, bullets and pain zipped through Grey’s mind.
Luke growled and wrapped his hand around the back of Grey’s head, bringing him up for a hard kiss. “You’ll never be hurt like that again.” He would protect his Grey from all the horrors the world dealt out.
“You don’t need to see that part. That part is...gone now.”
He loved that Grey wanted to protect him from the things he’d experienced.
“If it’s a part of you, then I will see it. I will protect you from it, too.” He took another kiss, letting Grey know without words how much he was on Grey’s side. Then he relaxed back onto the bed, letting his hand glide over Grey’s body
Grey began to lick and nuzzle his skin again, and he moaned when Grey’s lips fastened on his throat. He rumbled for his lover, feeling the way the vibrations changed the sensation between Grey’s lips and his skin. He hoped Grey felt it, too. Grey pressed closer, little sounds hiccupping on his throat.
Yeah, Grey felt it. Luke rumbled louder, the sound coming from deep inside him. The sound, these feelings, they belonged to Grey and only to Grey.
Love that. Makes me so happy.
Want to make you happy. Your happiness is everything. Luke continued to touch, his body undulating, moving against Grey as the licks and suction on his neck continued.
The blood was drawn to the surface, the area tingling madly. He bucked restlessly, not hard enough to throw Grey off, but definitely rubbing them together more firmly. “Make it dark,” he growled out. He wanted to be able to see it for days, to feel it throbbing.
I am. Pushy dragon.
Oh, little shit.
Greyson chuckled, teeth scraping the spot.
Brat.
He growled and, after letting Grey have another moment to work up the mark, he rolled them, putting Grey beneath him again. “I’ll show you pushy.” He totally was pushy and he would prove it.
“You do show me pushy. All the time.” Greyson was altogether too sure of himself. It was delightful to see.
He growled happily and bit at Greyson’s neck, in the same spot where he could feel Grey’s mark on him. He worried Grey’s skin with his teeth, bringing up a dark mark quickly.
“Oh. That’s hot. Careful now. You’ll make it burn.”
“You said it was hot. I don’t think you really want me to be careful.”
Grey’s thoughts confirmed it, all full of how much Grey was loving each touch, each pull.
Luke sucked harder, worried the skin with his teeth. Grey was going to feel this for days. Grey arched under him, the flood of arousal enough to make Luke dizzy as hell. He ran his hand along Grey’s body, using his thumb to press against Grey’s right nipple. He pressed and rubbed it back and forth several times.
When Grey began pushing back against his touch, he grinned and started pinching. Grey cried out and bucked up hard.
“I knew you’d love that. I have the clamps I mentioned earlier—easy ones, hard ones. We can totally play with variety.”
“Shh. Kiss me. The plug’s enough.” Grey was imagining what the clamps might look like, though, so Luke shared a vision of them, with Grey wearing them.
“The plug is the beginning, Pet. And I have so many toys. So very many. I have been waiting for you for a long time.” And he was going to use every toy they had. In fact, they were going to buy more. When Grey was ready.
Greyson’s cheeks went red and he ducked his head. “I don’t know about that...” Tell me more.
“You do, deep down. I can feel your heart racing, and your cock is hard, leaking. You want me, want more of what I can give you.”
“Of course I want you.” That isn’t in question, is it?
Luke shook his head. No, not at all.
He went back to touching, fingers rough with Grey’s nipples, pinching and twisting, bringing the blood rushing to them. He felt Grey working the plug, rocking against him, cock hard and leaking. How delicious. He moved with Grey, pressing back against the lithe body. He loved the scent of Grey’s pre-come as it dripped against his skin.
See? This is all we need. Beneath Grey’s thought, Luke felt curiosity.
Laughing, he pinched Grey’s right nipple again, proving what exactly it was that had Grey rocking into him.
Grey gasped, eyes flying open. “Dammit.”
Luke shook his head, rubbing their lips together. “It’s a good thing. We’re going to have so much fun together.”
“I—” Grey arched up, bucking hard.
“I don’t want you to come yet,” he warned Grey. “Do you need a cockring to help keep that from happening?” He didn’t know if Grey had ever seen one or knew what they were for, so he sent images of Grey’s cock and balls, obscene and delightful in a cockring.
“What?” Grey’s cock jerked in his hand.
“I’m going to take that as a yes, you do need help to keep from coming.” He sent another image of Grey’s package all trussed up, then got up. “Hold that thought.” There had to be a cockring or twenty in his chest.
“Don’t go...”
“I’m grabbing that cockring. I don’t even have to leave the room.”
“What’s it made of?”
“The one I have in mind is this jewel-tone blue leather. It’s going to look amazing holding your package tight.”
Grey blushed, but didn’t argue.
He opened the little drawer at the end of the dresser before going to his chest and was glad he had; the one he had in mind was right there, calling to him.
He wanted to see this, to bind Grey up and nuzzle the heavy balls. “You know, I still haven’t shaved you.”
Grey touched his cheeks. “Sure you did. It’s growing back, but it’s still stubble.”
He laughed happily. “I wasn’t talking about your face, Pet. And this cockring will work better if you’re bare.”
Those long fingers covered Grey’s cock and balls, but he could feel Grey’s curiosity and excitement through the bond.
“You can’t hide from me.” He took Grey’s hands and lifted them away from his body. “We’re going to do it now. Do your body and the cockring justice.”
“That’s not cool. I can’t... That’s a little much, don’t you think?” What would it feel like?
“It’s not too much at all. I think it’s just enough.” He ran his fingers through the curls around Grey’s cock, tugged on them. “Your skin will be supersensitive all exposed like that.”
“I’ll look weird.” I don’t want you to think I look funny.
Luke tilted his head and stood, arms out. Then he pointed at his own cock and balls. “You think this is weird?”
“No. You’re beautiful.”
“There you go. You’re going to be beautiful, too.” Trust me.
I do. “It’s only hair, I guess. It’ll grow back.” I think I might like it. God, that’s so kinky.
“It will grow back.” It is kinky and there’s nothing wrong with liking it.
“It makes me stupidly nervous. I don’t even know why.”
He sat back on the bed next to Grey, laying his hands on his soul mate. “Doing things that make you nervous can be hot. Can be arousing.”
“I just... I suppose so? Maybe?”
“Are you more nervous about how it’s going to look or that you might like it?”
“I’m nervous about the weirdness of it. There’s a...a power about growing your hair down there.”
He tilted his head. “A power?”
“You know, when you’re a kid and suddenly you’re ‘a man’.”
“Ah. I never experienced that,” he noted. “So you don’t think you’ll feel like a man when I shave you?”
“No, I just... It’s like a silly hang-up. What if you look at me and go ‘ew’.”
“I promise you that I will not look at you and go ‘ew’.” That he could easily guarantee.
Grey reached for him, hugged him. “I’m a dork. Let’s do it.” There was more excitement coming through the bond now and a healthy dose of curiosity.
“You’re my dork and yes, let’s. I’ll get a towel, a bowl of water, and the knife. You keep on lying there, looking hot and adorable at the same time.”
“Bring a few towels, huh? I don’t want to mess up your bed.”
“Our bed,” he corrected immediately.
“Our bed.” Grey’s cheeks went pink.
“Our bed,” he said again, letting the words roll off his tongue. “Now hold that thought while I gather supplies.”
He hit the closet in the en suite, grabbing a bunch of towels, shaving cream, scissors, and the sharp knife they’d used as a razor earlier. He brought it all back to Grey.
“You can set up the bed while I get the water.”
“You got it. Lord, I can’t believe we’re doing this.” I’ve never done anything so kinky. It is hot somehow.
“I can.” He gave Grey a kiss. With that, he headed for the kitchen to get a bowl with hot water.
He found one that would be perfect, then decided he needed two—including one that stayed clean that he could use to rinse off Grey’s skin. One bowl of hot water in each hand, he headed back to the bedroom.
Grey was smoothing out the towels, plugged ass up in the air.
“Mmm, now there’s a sight to see.” He set the bowls down on the ground and rubbed his hand over Grey’s ass. “Gorgeous. Tempting. Mine.”
Grey pushed back into his touch, ass clenching.
“You have no idea how sexy you are, do you?” He continued to touch, fingertips moving on Grey’s skin.
“I like that you want me. I’ve always had to work for approval, but with you...it seems so easy, like all I have to do is be me. You have no idea how freeing that is.”
“You’re right, I do want you just as you are.” He touched the base of the plug, wriggling it back and forth.
“Take it out?”
“Oh, no, I think you’ll enjoy this more with it in.” He stroked that lovely ass again, then patted it. “All right, lie down on your back for me.”
Grey moved easily. Luke ran his fingers along Grey’s skin, slowly working his way up to Grey’s crotch. He stroked the heavy curls, tugging at them, pulling a little too hard.
Grey gasped and bucked up. He liked that.
“I won’t be able to do that once they’re gone, will I?” He couldn’t help but tease.
“They’ll grow back. I’m not worried,” Grey teased back.
He watched Grey—with his soul and with his eyes. His pet was flushed and hard, buzzing with excitement.
“What?” Grey asked, going pinker.
“I could look at you forever.”
“Forever is a long time, Dragon.”
“That’s what you keep saying, but I don’t know if it’s long enough.” He tugged one last time, then let Grey’s pubes go.
“I think both things can be true, you know. They don’t contradict themselves.”
“No, I suppose they don’t.” Luke grabbed the scissors and carefully began cutting the curls off as low as he could.
His pet shivered, breath coming faster, lighter.
“Easy, Pet, I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I’m not scared of you. At all.” The truth of that rang through Grey’s mind.
“No, but you’re nervous about having the scissors so close to your cock and balls.”
“Yeah. Yeah, a little.”
“You don’t have to be, though. I’m not going to let anything hurt you.” He put the scissors away and petted Grey’s tender parts. “Okay. Let’s do this.”
“That’s not enough?” Grey relaxed, eyelids going heavy.
“How disappointed would you be if I said ‘yes’?” He knew damn well that Grey was counting on him not stopping. And he wasn’t going to disappoint his pet. He wasn’t stopping.
Grey reached down, touched the stubble. “It’s rough, Dragon. I don’t like it.” Do it. Shave me bare.
“No, I don’t, either. Don’t worry, I’m not stopping.” He grabbed a cloth and dipped it in one of the bowls, then dabbed at Grey’s stubble, wetting it in advance of putting on the shaving cream. The skin here had not felt a lover’s touch, not ever. It made him shiver with excitement.
He sprayed the shaving cream into his hands and rubbed them together, foaming it up. Then he rubbed the foam into Grey’s former short and curlies.
Grey chuckled. “You are altogether too excited about this.”
“I hope you are, too.” He rolled Grey’s balls, the shaving cream making everything slick.
“I am. It’s very new, so that’s exciting.” Grey spread a little wider.
Luke smiled and grabbed the knife. He took a breath or two, then began. The scrape of the blade seemed loud, and he growled deep in his chest.
“Tell me how it feels,” he demanded. He wanted to know everything.
“I can feel every hair, Dragon. Every one.” It’s making me so hard.
“Excellent.”
“Yeah. Yeah, a little huge.” Grey blinked, then chuckled, the sound husky. “Because that makes sense.”
He loved that Grey was comfortable enough with him that he could tease, laugh a little. “I liked it, though.”
“Touch the bare skin? Let me feel it?”
“When I’m done. So pushy.” He winked, delighted by how much Grey was all about the sensation. He continued to shave, moving Grey’s cock out of the way as he needed. He cleaned up all above Grey’s prick, then started down on the sensitive ball sac.
Grey shivered.
“Almost done. And then I’ll touch.” He was going to drive Grey out of his mind with pleasure. “I have to clean you up here and around your hole.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” He thought Grey liked hearing what he was planning to do, that Grey liked the little shock, the thrill that came with it.
“You can’t shave that, man!”
“On the contrary, I do believe I can.” He encouraged Grey to pull his legs back, exposing his hole.
“But—”
He stroked the tiny hole, the base of the plug. Grey stilled, made a noise for him. At that, he took the plug out, drawing it slowly from Grey’s body.
“Oh God. Please. Please, Dragon.”
“Needy pet.”
“Come on.”
Using the fingers of one hand, he held apart Grey’s ass cheeks and carefully scraped away the little hairs there. Grey was hiding his face in one arm, hand creeping down to touch himself.
“I get first touch,” he told Grey, watching as his words made Grey freeze.
“You do, huh? That’s...” Hot. “...fair.”
“Uh-huh.” He reached for Grey’s newly bared skin, gliding his fingertips along the smooth warmth.
Grey’s moan was deep, hungry, floating in the air.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He touched Grey’s hole, then ran his fingers up over Grey’s balls, loving the smooth glide.
“Yeah. Yeah, it’s intense.”
He kept touching, loving the way Grey shifted, his breath coming faster and faster.
“Mine.” He dragged one nail over the newly bared skin.
Grey shouted for him, sounding shocked. “Oh God!”
“Nope. But I am a dragon, so that’s probably almost the same thing.”
“Blasphemy.” Grey burst into warm laughter
“I don’t think so.” He didn’t really care, either way. His kind prayed to a goddess or two.
“No. You’re...you’re my hero, Luke.”
“And you are mine. My own soul mate who survived so much.” He continued to play with that newly bared skin, wondering if Grey remembered why they’d done this and therefore what was coming up. He doubted it. There was no anticipation in Grey’s thoughts, simply a low hum, a steady pleasure. He’d get to surprise Grey with it all over again. Rumbling happily, he cupped Grey’s balls, then stroked his cock.
“Oh...” Grey began to move, riding his touch.
He could watch his soul mate move all day long. But he wasn’t letting Grey come right now; there was so much he wanted to do. He had to remind himself they had all the time in the world.
“Just a few more touches before I use the cockring, so enjoy each one.”
“No. Just touch me, please.” Grey wanted to come.
Luke shook his head. “No, we have a plan and it involves the cockring. All this,” he waved his hand over Grey’s shaved skin, “was in aid of the cockring.”
“I didn’t have a plan...”
“No, but I did.” He had so many plans.
“Uh-huh. Please, man. Please, I need more.” I need you.
“I know. And I’m going to give you everything.” He grabbed the cockring and put it on Grey’s belly, letting that lovely skin warm the leather.
Grey picked it up, touched it. “It’s soft. Pretty leather, too.”
“It’s going to look stunning. You are going to look stunning.” He pictured it again, sharing that with Grey.
Grey gasped, a drop of pre-come slipping from the slit of his prick. “Fuck. Naughty.”
“Wonderfully so. We’re going to do this and then we’re going to admire it. And we’re going to remember for a very long time how you looked the first time you wore a cockring.”
“Crazy old dragon. Are you going to fuck me again?” Please. I want you so bad.
“God yes. I’d hate to disappoint you by not doing it.”
“I’d hate for you to disappoint me, too.” Now Greyson was just giving him hell.
“Brat,” he accused fondly as he stroked Grey’s cock good and quick, his hand tight.
Grey didn’t answer except with a low, keening cry.
“Time for the cockring.” Before he forgot himself and drove Grey to orgasm instead of trussing him up.
Luke picked up the cockring and pushed it down to the base of Grey’s cock.
Grey wiggled, as he fastened it behind the heavy ball sac, pushing the entire package forward. He shifted them slightly, made sure that Grey’s package was exposed to best advantage.
“That’s awful. It’s like ‘look at my penis!’”
“Awful? Really?” It was definitely obscene, but beautiful at the same time. He ran his finger over the stretched thin skin of Grey’s balls, then the length of his cock.
“Awful’s a strong word...” Grey pushed up into the touch.
“It’s not the right word at all for this beautiful package. It makes me hard. It makes me want you.” He rubbed his finger across the leaking tip of Grey’s cock.
“Oh fuck. That’s good.” Grey actually sat up in the bed, his muscles rippling.
“It’s even better with the ring on it, isn’t it? Everything is bigger.” He could feel the pleasure and need pouring from Grey.
Grey stared at him, little sounds echoing in his chest. He met Grey’s gaze. My beautiful soul mate. Stunning.
I need you.
I know.
He spread Grey’s legs as he slicked up his fingers. Then he rubbed one along Grey’s crack. It was gratifying as fuck when his pet pushed back at him.
He pressed his finger in, loving the wonderful heat that he sank into.
“More.”
“Demanding pet.”
“You keep saying that.”
“Well, you keep demanding.”
“I know.” Grey met his gaze, so serious for a second. “You make me feel wild.”
“That’s a good thing. It pleases me. I want you to be wilder than you ever dreamed possible.”
“Okay.”
He knew Grey didn’t understand, but he also knew Grey believed in him, would try for him.
He touched Grey’s cock with his free hand, and pushed a second finger into Grey’s body, sending them deep. His pet’s eyes closed, the focus on Luke enough to make him want to roar.
He found Grey’s gland, pegging it several times. He wanted to make Grey as crazy as he could.
“More. Fuck, I want more.”
He swatted Grey’s cock lightly. “No cursing.”
“Don’t hit my cock!”
“Then don’t curse.” He tapped Grey’s cock again, lighter this time, making it bounce.
“Don’t.” Grey stared at him, eyes almost burning in his skull. Do it again.
“This?” He tapped that lovely cock again.
Grey cupped his prick, holding it close. God yes. More.
Luke chuckled and put a third finger into Grey’s body. He groaned at how it gripped him, squeezing him tight. He watched as Grey began to stroke himself, jacking in long, slow pulls. Naughty, naughty. He let it go on for a few moments, then put his hand on top of Grey’s, stilling the movements. “You’re not allowed to come, remember?”
“We didn’t say that...”
“Didn’t we? The cockring says it for us, if we didn’t.”
“I don’t... What do I say to that?” I want to come.
“You say I’m sorry for trying to come.” He winked at Grey.
“I’m not sorry, though. That would be a lie.”
He laughed. “Fair enough. Then tell me to fuck you already.”
“Fuck me already. Hard.” Grey stared at him, the demand backed up by that look.
“You got it.” He pulled his fingers away and slicked up his cock.
Grey’s hand began to move again, pretty eyes on his prick.
“Pet.” He growled it out, a warning.
“Uh-huh?” He could feel Grey’s confusion—the conflict between wanting to submit and wanting to push.
“If you need to touch something, touch me.”
That order was apparently easy, because Grey reached for him immediately. Not that he was complaining; he enjoyed Grey’s touch more than he’d ever enjoyed anyone else’s. Ever.
He rumbled happily and pushed into Grey’s hands, even as he sank into Grey’s heat.
“Yes...” Grey grabbed him, squeezing him tight.
He tugged partway out, Grey fighting to keep him inside as long as possible. Then he pushed in all the way. Grey began to ride him, hips moving in steady, sure pulses.
He knew it was a miracle that Grey could move like this now. He also knew Grey wasn’t thinking about that at all. Grey was only thinking about the immense pleasure. That was what he wanted. Grey lost in him.
He found a rhythm, holding Grey’s gaze as he entered Grey time and again. He revelled in every squeeze of Grey’s body around his cock, in every breath that Grey took. He held Grey’s hip, supporting them both, holding them.
He touched Grey’s cock, his balls. Then he touched that pretty cock a little harder. It was offered up in that ring so prettily. Finding the tip of that lovely cock, he rubbed the little slit, feeling the pre-come spreading over Grey’s hot skin.
“Damn. Damn. That—” Grey tossed his head.
“I know it’s good. That’s why I’m doing it.”
“Careful! It’s too big.”
“No such thing.” He pushed in hard, hitting Grey’s gland. Now that he’d found it, he stayed right there, working it.
“Please!” Grey called out again and again. Don’t stop. Oh God, don’t stop.
He didn’t stop, he continued to push into Grey, to send his lover flying higher.
“Need to come!”
“Not yet. Not until I take off the ring. It’ll help you keep it in.”
Grey whimpered, twisting under Luke’s hands.
So beautiful. Luke knew he’d always want Grey like this, giving in to the pleasure and utterly abandoned, crying out for him, lost in their joined need. Bending, he breathed across Grey’s nipples, watching them harden for him eagerly. He swooped down, biting them gingerly, then harder as Grey called to him. He gnawed on them, chewed on them, and sucked in between, giving Grey so many sensations.
Grey tugged him up, pulling him away to slam their mouths together. Grey was so pushy. He had to admit, he loved it.
He pushed his tongue into Grey’s mouth, taking charge of the kiss as he grabbed Grey’s nipples in his fingers. Grey yanked his wrists, trying to hide his little nips.
Luke shook his head, breaking the kiss. “No hiding from me.”
“No more. They ache.”
“Aching is a good thing.” He held Grey’s gaze as he slowly bent to take Grey’s right nipple into his mouth. He started to suck.
“No...” Grey’s face went slack. Please don’t stop.
Luke chuckled, then focused on Grey’s nipple, sucking and licking, pulling the sweet nip out.
Burn for me, Pet. I want you to ache.
Gasping, Grey bucked, trying to push both his nipple and his cock toward Luke. It was glorious. He bit the tip, rolling it in his teeth, over and over. He got one hand around Grey’s bound cock, still keeping it light, easy. A little more serious than teasing, but not full-on to make Grey come. Not yet.
“No more biting. No more.” Don’t stop.
“You love it, though.” He could read Grey’s thoughts and not one of them said Grey wanted him to stop.
“No. Aches. No more.”
“You don’t really mean it.” He could read it in Grey’s body, in his soul. He thrust in hard, banging up against Grey’s gland.
Grey called out for him, body jerking and squeezing his cock. Several lovely drops of pre-come dripped from Grey’s slit and he rubbed it around the head. So fucking good.
“I do—” Grey pushed into his touch. Aches. So good.
Luke moved to torture the other nipple.
“Dammit!” Grey began to hump up against him.
Luke grabbed hold of Grey’s hips and held him in place. “I’ll set the rhythm.” He was going to make this last, not bring them barrelling to a finish just yet.
“Fuck!”
He smacked Grey’s ass. “No cursing.”
Grey gasped. “Luke!”
He grinned wildly. “You were warned.”
“I don’t follow orders anymore.” Grey didn’t sound so sure about that.
“You’ll follow mine. I’m your dragon.”
“You are. I’m not going to follow them.”
He growled. Grey was his, of course he’d follow orders, eventually. Because he wanted to, because he got off on it.
“Growling at me.” Grey kissed him, hard.
He was. He continued to growl into the kiss, knowing Grey liked a little rumble. In fact, it got his Grey off. Indeed, he felt Grey bear down around him again, squeezing his cock so well.
He hit Grey’s prostate several more times, marrying the touches with nips of one nipple or the other, joining the ache and the pleasure together.
“I need to shoot.” Grey’s voice was husky as hell.
“Not yet.” He wasn’t ready for this to be over yet. I want to do this forever.
He thrust faster, driving into his lover, watching closely, slowing whenever Grey came too close. He brought them to the edge, then backed them off again over and over. He held Grey’s gaze as he did, making sure his soul mate knew they were right there together. Grey began to breathe with him, again and again, sweet sounds filling the air.
He’d never connected with anyone like this, not in all his years. He revelled in it, never wanting it to end. It didn’t have to. Not this time. Not now.
It almost stopped mattering—what their bodies were doing. The pleasure and connection twining together and he wasn’t sure where he ended and Grey began. He knew it didn’t matter.
Grey rocked with him, sharing their breath, sharing their heartbeats.
Time ceased to exist, to matter, so he had no way to gauge how long it lasted before his body exerted its needs and he came slamming back into full awareness, the pleasure riding him like a demon. He tightened his hand on Grey’s cock and pulled as fast as he could as he called for Grey to come with him.
“Now! Come with me now!”
Heat splashed on his fingers, on his wrist, on his belly. Grey’s body tightened on his cock, squeezing hard and he cried out, filling Grey with his seed.
He collapsed down onto Grey, letting his pet hold his weight.
Grey held him, rocking him. Luke had to admit, it felt good, being held, being cared for. There weren’t that many who thought he needed that. Including himself most of the time.
Grey, though, seemed committed to it.
He buried his nose in Grey’s neck and breathed in, loving the scent of his pet, loving how it mingled with his own scent.
Mine. My dragon.
Yes. Yours. As much as Grey was his, he belonged to his soul mate. It satisfied something deep inside him that he kept hidden and safe.
I will keep you safe. You have my word. On that point Grey was rock solid.
I believe you. He did. He believed that Grey would give his life for Luke. And that was pretty damn special. He kissed Grey’s neck.
“Love you, Pet.”
“Oh. I love you, Dragon. Honest.”
“I believe that, too.” He smiled against Grey’s neck, licked the salty sweat from it. He was addicted to this flavor, to this smell. He needed Grey soul-deep. He needed Grey to admit the same. No, he needed Grey to believe it.