Chapter Eleven
Greyson slept like the dead, then ate, then slept again, curled into Luke’s amazing warmth.
This was the way to spend the winter—just like this. Like they were bears hibernating. Only Luke was a dragon, not a bear.
Luke’s easy chuckles sounded in his dreams.
I know, right? Bears would make weird dragons...
Luke snorted, the big body shifting, waking him. He woke up with a grin, lifting his face for a kiss. Luke was right there to give it to him, lips warm and firm as they pressed against his. When Luke’s tongue slid across his lips, they opened automatically, and Luke pushed in, fucking his mouth.
He could wake up like this forever. Absolutely forever.
Yes, you can. Luke rubbed against him, all muscles and warm skin. He’d never known anyone as warm as Luke. Not that he’d ever rubbed up against anyone else like this before.
Greyson yawned, stretching out long.
“Mmm. Look at you. I could watch you forever.” Luke rubbed their noses together. “Are you hungry? Do you need? Sex? Cuddling? More sleep?”
“Mmm. You want food? I could eat. I can make oatmeal.”
“Oatmeal with bacon and sausages on the side sounds good. I keep telling you that you don’t have to do things for me.” Luke touched him and it felt lazy, easy, almost like Luke wasn’t even aware he was doing it.
“I do. I mean, I want to. I’ve been looking at the cooking sites during the few minutes I’m not sleeping or eating, and finding recipes and tips on the internet. There’s more there than in the cookbooks you have.”
“I don’t want you to feel like you have to do it.”
“I know I don’t have to. There’s nothing for me to do here, though, and I need to feel like I’m contributing. Plus, I think I’m going to like this cooking thing. I’m sure there will be disasters now and then, but I’m good at following instructions and I like having something tangible to show for my work.”
“That’s okay by me. You’ll have to see what all we have. Then in the summer, we can go through the food order together so you have everything you need,” Luke suggested.
Greyson liked the sound of that. Both being included and knowing he was staying, having it said as if there hadn’t been any question.
“So I’m going to help with breakfast.” No more mollycoddling.
“Well, I’m not going to stop you. If you want to do oatmeal, I’ll make the meats.” Luke grinned. “Meat is good. We’ll eat a lot of it. You’ll see.”
“You’re going to make me fat,” he teased. He had to admit he was hungrier these days than he could ever remember being.
“I don’t think that’s possible. I’ve been feeding you since you got here and you’re still super skinny.” Luke danced his fingers along Greyson’s belly.
“Mmm. That feels nice. Be good.”
“You said it feels nice, so I must be being good.” Luke drew him in close, continuing to touch him, fingers drawing lightly on his skin. “We could linger here for a while. I’m feeling very lazy.”
“Are you?” Greyson dropped one easy kiss after another on Luke’s chest.
“Mmhmm. I want to lie here and hold you. We could talk about stuff if you need a reason to stay in bed.”
“Stuff?” He was altogether too lazy for that.
“Sure. We can talk about going out and having a snowball fight. Or building a snowman. We can talk about fantasies. We can talk about the best way to eat a steak.”
“With your teeth.” That was easy.
Luke blinked at him for a moment and then laughed out loud. Greyson grinned, then winked.
“Of course you eat it with your teeth, but how do you cook it? What temperature do you serve it at?”
“You mean rare, well done? I like medium well.”
Luke made a face. “We’ll have to cure you of that because—overdone meat? Ew.”
“Well, I mean... How do you make it?”
“Singed on both sides of course. Raw in the middle.”
“Raw is not good for you.” He had to admit that it was making his mouth water, though. How crazy was that?
“Not crazy. You’re changing to match me.” Luke linked their hands together and drew his arms up over his head.
“Are you changing to match me at all?” He let Luke support him and he pulled, stretching hard.
“I don’t know.” Luke ran his nose along Greyson’s inner arm, scenting him.
“No? That doesn’t seem fair.”
“I honestly don’t know. I don’t feel any changes. Other than being in love.”
Which Greyson privately thought was pretty huge.
“And my fantasies have become far more detailed,” Luke added. “And they all star you now.”
Greyson’s fantasies were changing, too. There was a wickedness now that was new. And of course, they all starred Luke. He couldn’t imagine thinking about any of these things with anyone but Luke in the starring role.
“Tell me,” Luke said.
Greyson shook his head, his cheeks heating. “I’m not used to sharing that stuff.”
“I know, but I’m your soul mate. You can share everything with me. Absolutely everything. And yes, I want to hear your wicked thoughts. I want to hear them very much.”
“You know how you imagine stuff, Luke, stuff that doesn’t happen.”
“Now I really want to know all about it. Besides, we have forever, who says it’s stuff that won’t happen?” Luke squeezed his wrists and pressed close to him. “Tell me something you imagine, that you don’t think will happen?”
“Like, you know, kinky stuff.” God, this was embarrassing.
“I figured it was kinky. Otherwise you wouldn’t be squirming so deliciously.”
“Shut up.” He kissed Luke, hard.
Luke’s laughter filled his mouth, his lungs. I’m not going to shut up. The subject fascinates me.
You shoo! He couldn’t stop laughing himself.
Never!
Luke shifted, pressing down on him, pushing him into the mattress. He moaned into Luke’s kiss, then wrapped his legs around the solid body.
Share one of your fantasies with me. I want to hear.
I’m embarrassed, Dragon.
Luke drew back to gaze down at him. Luke shook his head. “You don’t need to be embarrassed to tell me anything.”
“I sometimes jack off to pictures on the internet, you know? Guys tied up, men in leather.”
“Mmm.” Luke licked his lips. “And do you imagine yourself as the one tied up?”
“It would be hard to jack off that way.” He couldn’t answer that. It would be too weird.
“Your hands still work if you’re only imaginary tied up, Pet.” Luke grinned at him. “I would look good in leather.”
“You look good. Full-stop.”
Luke looked pleased and preened for him. “Thank you.”
“It’s true. I—” He took a deep breath. Okay, Luke made love to him, he could tell the truth. “I think about being the one tied up.”
Luke leaned in and whispered in his ear. “I can make that happen, Pet. I can make all your fantasies come true.”
Greyson vocalized, knowing it was true. Love. He loved Luke with all he was. Luke rumbled for him, the sound so pleased. His hands were lifted again, held in strong fingers.
“Gonna make love to you.” Luke took his lower lip between the strong teeth and tugged.
“Please. Please, touch me.”
Luke squeezed his wrists again. “I am touching you.”
That ached—not hurt, but ached, and his balls drew up.
“You’re getting hard.” Luke rocked against him.
“Am I?” he teased, licking at his lips.
“You are. You’re loving every second of this.”
Of course he was. Luke was loving on him.
“I heard that.” Luke dove into his neck, working his skin with that hot mouth. He swore Luke was drawing up yet another mark. Marking Greyson as Luke’s.
“You are mine. You should always wear my marks.” Luke moved the placement of his lips, sucking up another mark, this one on his collarbone.
“Uh-huh.” Oh, that burned. He lifted his chin, begging another mark.
Luke gave it to him, switching back to his neck—the other side this time—and pulling strongly.
“Careful, now.”
“You asked for more marks,” Luke told him, that rumble right there in his voice.
“Did I? You make me dizzy...” He always felt so out of control with Luke. So very different from the army. He preferred this with Luke.
Luke offered him a pleased rumble, then wrapped warm lips around his Adam’s apple pulling at his skin, drawing the blood to the surface in yet another mark. He held Luke close, floating in a haze of pleasure, of lazy need. Luke moved from his Adam’s apple to the hollow in his throat, tongue lapping at his skin. His eyes crossed, and he let himself moan.
“Such a sensualist. It makes me happy.”
“I never thought I was. Never.” He’d thought he was sort of basic, honestly.
“There’s nothing basic about you.” Luke touched his nipples and they hardened up immediately.
“No? Nothing?” That sensation was nothing like he’d imagined it could be—deep and throbbing.
“No. Absolutely nothing.”
He reached for Luke, but his hands were still being held and he couldn’t move them from over his head. He’d forgotten. How could he have forgotten?
Luke’s smile against his skin gave him shivers.
“Shh. Be good. Be nice.” Everything Luke did made him shiver with pleasure.
“I keep telling you that I am. I’m being very, very nice.”
“Very, very, very. You make me dizzy with needing you.”
“I like that. I want to drive you crazy with it.”
“It’s...” He didn’t even have the words for the sensations inside him.
“You don’t need the words, Grey. I know your heart.”
Lord, didn’t that make things easier? To be known, heard, seen.
“I’m going to have to find my ropes,” Luke murmured. “You deserve to have your fantasies fulfilled.”
“They’re not for reality, dragon.” He used to believe that. Hell, he used to believe he would never make love to anyone because he was in the army and gay. Things changed.
“In the past that might have been true. But I’m a dragon. There’s no such thing as not for reality.”
“We fly together.” And that was...amazing.
“Literally and figuratively.” Luke sounded so pleased.
“Uh-huh. Kiss me again?”
“Because you asked so nicely.” Because I want to very much.
“Thank you.” You do? I want you to.
Luke kissed him and pleasure filled him the way the pain used to.
Good.
It was better than good. It was becoming more and more necessary.
Addictive. Luke deepened the kiss.
Suddenly he didn’t even have thoughts. Nothing but desire.
Luke rolled against him, body rubbing on his, skin hot and smooth and perfect. The touch against his newly bared skin electrified him, made him sob.
“Do you have any idea how stunning you are? How good looking?” Luke asked, rolling against him again.
“That doesn’t matter...” But it felt so good that Luke thought it, believed it.
“It matters to me that you believe it. That you know it. I want you to understand how I see you.”
“You see me as so much more than I am.”
“No, that’s not true. You see, I have to keep saying it until you believe it.”
“Shh...kiss me again.”
Luke did, voice laughing in his head. You do know that won’t shut me up, right?
I know. In fact he loved it. But it’s fun to play.
Luke’s laughter rang through him, buoying him. Goddess, Pet, you’re something else.
Luke continued to rock, dragging their skin together in the most delicious way. Need crawled up his spine, making his eyes cross and his balls pull up.
Luke flipped him, still holding his hands together as Luke ran a finger up and down his spine.
“Where are we going, Dragon?”
“We’re staying right here. I’m going to love on you.” Luke followed his finger with his lips, leaving kisses down his back. For such light kisses, he felt them deeply.
He melted deeper with every kiss, deep sounds hiccupping from him.
Luke spread his legs farther apart, knees insistent against his inner thighs. He spread without worry, like butter for a hot knife. Luke’s moan was like another touch moving down his spine, and Luke moved forward, the heat of his cock pressing along Greyson’s ass. Greyson arched up, letting his body beg for him.
Luke kissed the base of his neck as he made a pleased noise. “You’re a dream, Pet. I’ve been waiting so long for you.” Luke had said as much before, but each time he did, it filled Greyson with a warm flush of pleasure.
“I’m real, Dragon. Real and here and yours.” And whole. His body moved more easily every day.
Luke nodded against his back, hair tickling over his back. “I know. It’s a wonderful thing. Almost enough to make a grumpy dragon giddy.”
Luke drew his fingers along Greyson’s crack and teased his hole. He clenched, then rolled his hips, feeling every bit of the touch. Rumbling, Luke pushed his finger against Greyson’s hole, then pressed harder, breaching him. The touch was wonderful and not enough, all at the same time.
“Tell me what you want,” Luke demanded, voice thick with need, finger wriggling inside him, teasing him.
“More. I want more.” He wanted to feel it.
“You can do better than that, Grey. Tell me something new. Tell me what you want to have happen when I tie you up with ropes.”
Greyson tried to hide his face as it heated. “I—I...”
“You can tell me anything and I won’t judge you badly, you know that.”
He jerked his head in a nod. He did. Swallowing several times, he took a deep breath. He’d never told anyone this before, hardly ever dared fantasize about it. Luke waited patiently, not moving at all and Greyson didn’t know if that made it easier, or harder.
“I, uh, would...” he drew the first few words out, then finished in a rush, “fantasize about having my hole licked.”
Luke pulled his finger out. Greyson cried out, pushing his ass back toward Luke. “Love your eagerness, but I think you’ll be happy I did that.”
The next thing he knew, Luke was licking him. Luke’s tongue was on his hole, was lapping at him. Greyson might have fantasized about this, but he could never have imagined the pleasure, how big it would be, how it would go straight to his balls and how it would heat him all over.
There was the sound of someone keening and it was a while before he realized he was making that sound as he revelled in the sensations surging through his body.
He was right on the edge of shooting when it stopped. “Luke! Please!”
“Tell me what you want.”
He whimpered, but his need was so much stronger than any sort of leftover reticence and he cried out as he bucked back, looking for Luke. “I need you to fuck me!”
“I will, I promise.”
He didn’t get Luke’s cock, though. At least not right away, but he did get two fingers, slick with lube, pushing into him, pressing deep enough to touch off his gland. His eyes went wide and his breath caught, electricity firing off inside him.
“Patience. It’ll be my cock. Inside you. Soon. I promise. You need to be prepared, though.” Luke stretched his fingers, then twisted them together and sent them deep again. Then again. Then once more. “I could make you come from this.”
“No...” Oh God, yes. It felt so fucking huge. Overwhelming. Hot. He could totally come from it.
“Yes.” Luke continued to nudge his fingers against Greyson’s gland, making the feelings even bigger.
He shook his head, even though he did want it. Except he wanted Luke’s cock more. Right?
Luke leaned in and whispered in his ear. “I know you want my cock but let’s do this first.”
“I—” He was so confused, so turned on.
“You don’t need to say anything.” Luke’s words whispered against his skin.
Greyson nodded, the taps inside him steady, maddening. Each touch ramped things higher, sent him soaring. Luke was right there with him, touching him, urging him higher.
Nice and easy. This can build and build, my pet.
Luke was clearly planning to show him how that worked, too, those fingers touching that spot inside him like it was Luke’s job. His only job in all the world. Another tap. Another. Another.
Greyson shook his head. “Fuck me now?”
“I’m going to make you come and fuck you later.”
“I need more. Please.” He could feel things building, but it wasn’t enough.
“Shh. Feel this.” Those easy caresses were going to make him scream. They continued on, though, Luke relentless.
He started rubbing against the sheets, his cock leaking as he worked to get off.
“Uh-uh.” He blinked as Luke’s touch disappeared, pillows shoved under his thighs, his belly, leaving his cock without the friction he needed.
“You’re going to come from this, and nothing else.” Luke’s slick fingers slipped in him again and continued to touch him deep inside.
“No fair!” he protested. It wasn’t enough. He needed more!
“I never said I’d be fair.” Luke did push a little harder against his gland, though, so he rocked back, taking more and Luke laughed. “Pushy!” There was joy in the word. Luke liked that he was.
“Uh-huh. I need.”
The heat from Luke’s body warmed his back, as Luke’s fingers warmed his insides. All the nonsense faded away, dissolved into a quiet buzz and a building desire. Luke’s touches worked their magic again, the pleasure increasing.
Maybe Luke was right. He could come from this.
Of course I’m right.
Butthead.
If that’s what you want. Luke gently knocked their heads together, warm laughter ringing out.
He shifted, the motion making Luke’s fingers rub harder inside him, and that drew a gasp from him.
“Love it when you take what you want.” As if Luke had taken his movements as a signal, the fingerfucking got stronger, faster, Luke working him hard.
“Please.” He braced himself, finally free to rock back hard.
“Come on, then. Show me how good it is. Show me I’m right about you coming from this alone.” Luke’s voice had gone growly, and he could feel the desire, Luke’s arousal clear through their bond.
How could anyone not? He rode the pleasure with all he was, almost screaming as his orgasm peaked. He shot all over the mattress, body bearing down hard on Luke’s fingers. Luke kept moving them, shoving them in deeper to touch off his sweet spot again, making the pleasure continue to explode inside him.
“Please! Please, Luke! Take me!” He needed everything.
Luke pulled his fingers away, leaving Greyson gasping at the sudden emptiness, his hole clenching down on nothing. Before he could take another breath so he could protest, Luke’s hot cock pressed against his hole, demanding entrance. That was what he needed, more than life itself.
Pushing all the way in, Luke hit his gland with that broad cockhead. Then the thrusting began, fast, hard, keeping Greyson’s cock from going soft for even a second. They slammed together, driving each other higher and higher.
Luke’s noises filled his ears, harsh cries and low growls, the vibrations moving through his body and adding to his pleasure. This was what he needed. Just this. Right now. And Luke was right there with him, pounding into him like there was no tomorrow.
This time Luke reached around and grabbed his cock.
Oh. “Yes!” he encouraged, bucking down into the touch, caught between hand and body.
“I know what you need.” Luke worked him, keeping his focus on his ass and cock, and the wonderfully pleasurable sensations.
“Yes. You know.” Dragon. Dragon. Dragon. The cry filled his mind.
Yours. The thought answered him with each of Luke’s thrusts, his mind and body all Luke’s.
Mine. He shot again, his balls throbbing with the orgasm. His body gripped Luke’s cock tight, working it as he flew.
Luke roared, the sound echoing around the room, filling his heart and soul with the sound of Luke’s pleasure. He could feel the heat of Luke’s come filling him deep inside, soothing him.
That was what he had wanted.
“You okay?” Luke asked after a few moments, body hot, solid on his back. “I want to stay inside you a little longer, but I don’t want to strain anything.”
“I feel amazing, Dragon.” He could stay this way forever.
“That’s what I want to hear.” Luke dropped a kiss on the back of his neck and snuggled up against him. “Relax.” Feel me. We’ll go again in a bit.
Greyson wasn’t sure there was a possibility of that, but he could rest now, argue later.
Luke continued to touch him, fingers rubbing his skin. “You know we have an infinite amount of next times.”
“I know. That’s amazing.”
“It is, isn’t it?” Luke rumbled happily, rubbing his cheek against Greyson’s back.
He had to grin. Seriously. Luke made him giddy.
“Feeling’s mutual. And I’m not the type to get giddy. I can’t help but smile with you, though.” Luke’s touches continued, tracing along his skin, making it supersensitive.
“Basking,” he accused.
Luke considered that, shrugged. “I imagine so. Can you blame me?”
“No, Lukas-meine. I don’t blame you one bit.”