Chapter Fifteen
They’d been snowed in for a week and Greyson couldn’t stay in the cabin another second. The quiet, the heaviness—he had to get out. He opened the door and started digging with his hands. Snow was flying and his muscles began to burn.
“Grey? Pet, what are you doing?” Luke asked, coming down the hallway from the bedroom, absolutely naked.
“Digging.”
“Well, I see that. But why? To what end?” Luke came and grabbed his hands, wincing, then putting them under Luke’s arms where it was very warm.
“Oh...” His knees buckled. “I don’t know. Oh, you feel so good.”
Luke wrapped an arm around him, tugging him close and keeping him from falling. “I do. And so do you. I still don’t know why you were digging.”
“I couldn’t stay in here another second. I needed real air.”
“The air in here is real, Pet. And the back door is clear. I never bother with the front because the wind usually blows that way and the snow keeps it from making the house drafty.” Luke took his hand and led him toward the other side of the house. “You’re freezing and bored, hmm?”
“I’m not bored.” God, yes. Greyson was restless, but he didn’t want Luke to think it was him.
Luke snorted. “You can be honest with me. I have ways of helping you deal with restlessness, you know? All you need to do is come to me.”
“I don’t want to hurt your feelings. I don’t want you to think I want to leave you.” His heart was beating so hard.
“You didn’t and I don’t think that.” Luke flung open the back door. Greyson hadn’t even known that was here beyond the living room. There was a large veranda off the door, which was mostly snow free, and four stairs that were cleared to the ground, which was covered in dragon-shaped footprints. “This is where I take off from. You should start doing my rounds with me. I promise you’ll stay warm on my back.”
“Yes, please. I would love that.” He didn’t even hesitate. He needed out and flying was better than anything.
Luke beamed at him and he felt his dragon’s happiness surging through him. Luke stepped out, and almost between blinks of his eyes, the dragon stood in front of him.
“My dragon!” He went right to Luke, pushing in to hug the huge neck.
Luke blew out a blast of air, warming him immediately, and one wing wrapped around him. My own.
Yours. He melted against Luke, his soul soothed immediately. Fly with me? Please?
Climb on. Luke took a step back and bent, making it easier for him to climb up.
As soon as he had, Luke flapped his wings, lifting them up into the air. It was cold enough that he could see his breath with every exhale, but Luke was so warm that he didn’t feel the least bit cold.
The sky was steel gray and full of snow, but Luke flew them up and up and up until they were in blue.
Oh, it’s still here!
A special place. That Luke was sharing with him. It made him feel special.
Yes. Thank you. Oh, I needed this.
Anything. I will always give you what you need.
Luke flew up and up, then made spirals in the sky, twisting and turning.
“Oh!” He wasn’t the least bit frightened; this was all he needed.
He could feel Luke’s joy pulsing through him as they danced in the air.
Love! Love! He was hard and aching.
My own love. The happiness flowed over him as Luke soared and flew, moving them through the air like they were floating.
He relaxed down on Luke’s back, warm and safe, his soul relieved.
Eventually, they flew back down through the clouds, skimming the trees. Checking the forest.
For what, Dragon? Danger?
It’s my job to keep it safe. To make sure people get don’t harmed and leave safely. Make sure they leave everything the way they found it, too. Luke zigzagged across the tops of the trees, covering a lot of ground. Then they flew up into the clouds again, hitting the bright blue sky once more.
So fast. It’s amazing.
It’s even better with you. Luke flew upward, spinning and spiralling again. They did a one-eighty, twisting their way down toward, then through the cloud cover. When they went back up, the sun was setting, the sky running the gamut from a pale yellow through the blues and reds to a deep, dark purple.
They landed on the ground and he rested a minute, listening to Luke’s huge heart beat.
Then Luke shifted, turning into a human once more, and he found himself clinging to the broad back. Luke laughed, an arm coming around to hold him in place as Luke strode up the stairs and through the door into the warmth.
“Oh, that was fun. So much. Thank you.” He didn’t want to let go. Luke didn’t ask him to, either.
“You could come with me more often. Every day if you wanted.” Luke carried him to the living room and leaned over the couch. “Sit. I’ll stoke the fire.”
“I’d love that, if I’m not too heavy.” He felt energized, alive.
“You’re never too heavy, Pet.”
Luke set him on the couch and went to the fire, crouching in front of it. Giving him a magnificent view of the strong back, the lovely ass.
“Uhn.” His hand dropped to his cock and began to stroke it, waking it up.
“You need to talk to me when you want to touch that,” Luke murmured. “It’s mine, you know.”
“What?” He squeezed his cock hard.
“No touching!” Luke laughed and turned, pouncing him on the couch and grabbing his hands. “This is mine. You’re supposed to come to me if you need anything.”
“I know how to get myself off, Dragon.” He laughed along.
“Of course you do. This isn’t about knowing how to do it. It’s about control. It’s about obeying me. It’s about us taking care of each other.” Luke touched him, stroking him, warming his skin.
“I take care of you.” He tried to, anyway.
“You do. Nobody’s ever done anything for me my whole life. Until you.”
“No one?” He hated to think that. He stroked through Luke’s hair, straightening it.
“Nope. No one. I’ve been on my own.” Luke nuzzled into his touch.
“Lonely dragon.” He snuggled in, holding on to his lover.
“I waited such a long time for you. There’s a reason I’m such a grumpy ass.” Luke breathed into his neck.
The unexpected heat made him buck, his eyelids going heavy.
“Now I have you. Now you’re mine.” Luke rumbled, the sound good as it vibrated through him. “And this is mine.” Luke grabbed his cock. “No touching.”
“Are you sure it’s yours?”
Luke wrapped his hand around Greyson’s cock and stroked a few times, growling as he did it. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
God, that felt so good, so right.
“You touch again and I’ll tie you up in ropes, attach your hands to the headboard.” Luke put images in his head of himself, lying on the bed with his hands bound up on the headboard.
“Stop it...” He shivered, shook his head.
“No, you’re enjoying it too much for me to stop. Hell, I’m enjoying it too much to stop.”
“Are you?” That was a delicious thought.
“Yes, I am.” Luke sent another image to him. In this one he was spread-eagled on the bed, each limb tied to a post.
“My legs won’t do that, Dragon.”
“Oh, please. Your legs are getting better every day. Very soon you won’t be able to use them as an excuse for anything.”
“I’m not!” He gave Luke a pinch.
“Hey!” Luke laughed and bit at his shoulder, teeth sharp, but not lingering. “I’m telling you, they’re almost healed. You can already do almost anything with them and soon that almost won’t factor in.”
“That’s amazing, you know that? Magic.”
“What’s amazing is that you are the magic.”
“Nonsense.” He wasn’t or he’d have been on the ball with the whole healing thing months earlier.
“It’s not nonsense. Maybe you need me, too, to make it, but you’re still magic.” Luke licked his right nipple, making him gasp.
“Mmm. It’s all you.”
“Nope, it’s mostly you.”
He wished that were true, but one way or the other, he’d take it.
Luke sent another image to him. In this one he was in a contraption, bound on his hands and knees, dildo attached to some machine, fucking him hard and fast.
He shook his head, his mouth dry. Luke cupped his cheeks and moved his head up and down. “Yes.”
“Stop it. That’s...” Too much. God help him, he wanted to try it, though.
“We’ll work our way up to it, Pet. We’ll start with the easy stuff, the stuff that worries you but doesn’t make you panic.” The image of Greyson with his hands tied above his head hit his mind again. “I could leave you there for a week, take care of you.”
“Not for a whole week.” That would hurt. And it would make him feel useless. He didn’t ever want to feel useless again.
“No, no, of course not. I’ve heard of cage-play, though.” Luke sent images of him in a cage.
He shook his head. “No. No, you promised I could fly with you.” He didn’t like the idea of being in a cage.
“Got it, no cages. Binding you to the bed for the length of our play will be enough. And you can always fly with me. I have to go out every day to do a sweep and nothing will make me happier than having you with me.” Luke showed him another image, this one of them flying, only Grey was as naked as a jaybird.
He laughed happily, that thought at once ridiculous and wonderful.
“One day you’ll go out with me like that and you’ll never fly clothed again.” Luke made it sound like a vow.
“You think so? My back would freeze and your scales would bite my balls.”
“Nope. Wouldn’t happen. I’m made for you to ride. I’d keep you warm and your balls would be totally safe.” Luke fondled him. “Hmmm. I think you need something around your cock and balls. I’m thinking silk ribbon to catch them both and wrap them up in a pretty package.”
He hoped that wouldn’t make him look silly.
“It will make you look hot. Sexy. Infinitely desirable.”
“You swear? I want to be. Hot.” For Luke.
“Grey. Just the sight of you makes me need, you get me deep in my gut. Add in the rest of the stuff and I’m absolutely lost in you.”
He reached up and brought their mouths together, arousal humming through him. It increased as Luke focused on the kisses, delving into his mouth, filling him with more heat. He was sinking into pure need, his entire body lit up.
Luke grabbed his hands and drew them up over his head, laying them down on the arm of the couch. Then he drew his fingers down along Greyson’s body, the touch warm and leaving tingles even through the layers of his clothing. Greyson hummed, his eyelids going heavy. This was good, right.
Too much clothing. Luke took care of that, grabbing his shirt and tearing it off him, the material ripping like it was nothing.
“You’re going to leave me without a stitch!”
“Works for me.” Luke sent image after image of him in the nude—on the couch, in bed, in the kitchen, at the computer.
“Stop it! People don’t just sit around naked!”
“You and I are not people.”
“I’m a people. You’re a dragon.” Which was still the best thing ever.
“You’re an extra-special human. Normal rules don’t apply.”
“Extra-special human, huh?” He couldn’t stop grinning. “I’m glad you found me.”
“I’m more glad that I found you.” Luke kissed him again, fingers exploring his skin, sliding along his arms, pressing his hands against the couch arm each time they were near.
He understood. Hands up. He’d try.
“Tell me if you need the ropes, Pet.” Luke straddled him, cock hot against his belly, his own trapped against Luke’s body.
“Mmm. You feel good. What do you want?”
“I want to make you fly.” Luke’s words were soft, moving over him with promise.
“I want to. I love flying with you.”
Luke’s eyes lit up. “Good. I have so many ways to show you how to fly.”
“Do you?” He found that look, that eagerness, addictive.
“I do. And only one of them involves you sitting on my dragon as we take to the sky.”
He reached up, hugged Luke’s neck, and held on tight.
“I’ve got you, Pet. I will always have you.” Luke rubbed his fingers across Greyson’s nipples. Then his thumbs, the touch firm. “Hands up, please.”
“Right.” The stretch made his eyes cross.
Luke’s fingers found his taut skin, dancing on it, making him shiver in the best ways possible.
“Good. Good, just like that.” The low growl made him shiver.
Luke bent and bit his shoulder, the sharp teeth sudden, quick, followed by hot suction.
“Oh!” He managed to keep his arms up, barely.
“Good job.” Luke’s happy rumbles sounded like magic. Then he brought up the ropes again. “If you need me to tie you down, I will.”
“Do you want to?” he asked. It seemed like Luke did.
Luke didn’t prevaricate or tease. He simply said, “Yes.”
“Okay, but don’t leave me alone like that. Ever. Deal?”
“I promise.”
“Good. Because I wouldn’t like that. I’d get bored if I couldn’t use my hands.”
“That’s because you’re not good at not having anything to do. I don’t know what you were thinking coming up to that little cabin in the middle of nowhere for the winter. You would have made yourself crazy in no time.”
“I wanted to die, Dragon.”
Luke made a pained noise and lay down on top of him, pressing him into the couch. “Shh.”
“I was going to fade into the snows, but my dragon came with lasagna and firewood and he held me.”
“You’re lucky I found you.” Luke tilted his head. “No, I don’t think luck had anything to do with it. Fate brought you to my woods to fade away so that I could find you.”
“Thank you. I need you, Dragon.”
“And I need you, Grey. You make my life complete.”
The words warmed him, all the way to the bone. “Dragon.” He grabbed on to Luke again, holding on.
Luke growled noisily for him, letting him hear it as Luke brought their mouths together, kissing him with ferocity.
Going to bind you, Pet.
Yes. Yes, Dragon.
Luke broke the kiss and stood, then he grabbed Greyson up and carried him down the hall. “The bed is better for this.”
He loved their bed, the way it cradled them.
Luke laid him down in the middle of the bed. “Grab hold of the headboard.”
His hands were trembling, but not noticeably. He wasn’t sure if he was more worried or excited.
“I vote we go with excited.” Luke gave him a wicked smile. “You were thinking at volume five hundred.”
“That loud, huh?” He knew Luke was right; he was far more excited than worried.
“Lets me know what you’re thinking at times like this. That’s not a bad thing, Pet.” I’ll always know what you need no matter what you say or don’t say.
“What about secrets, Dragon?” He knew this answer.
“Who needs secrets when you have a soul mate?”
“I don’t know, Dragon. Honestly.” Even if sometimes he dreamed or fantasized things that were embarrassing, Luke understood that.
“I love the things you fantasize, my dear one.” The wicked look was back on Luke’s face.
“Shh.” But his belly tightened at the expression in Luke’s eyes.
Luke grabbed a couple of ropes and looped them around his wrists, taking his time doing it.
“What do you see in my dreams, Dragon?”
“I see us flying together. With wings and without.”
“Do I dream that?” He couldn’t stop watching the ropes.
“You know you do.” Luke tugged on his right hand, then looped the other end of the rope around the headboard.
Greyson licked his lips and arched, his cock bouncing off his belly.
“Look at you, at how eager you are for this. Your need makes you even more stunning than you already are.”
The warm words burned Greyson up, making him ache.
Luke secured his left hand to the headboard, too, then Luke fussed, making sure there was enough give, that he wasn’t being stretched too far, that he was comfortable. His legs were supported, so was his head.
Luke slipped off his sweats. “That’s better. Now we need to dress up your nipples and tie a bow around your cock.”
“Dress up my nipples! They’re little.”
“So are the clamps. It’s finally time to include them. I’m going to get them, the ribbon for your cock, and a nice plug for after, so you don’t lose a drop of my come.”
Luke was obsessed with the damn plugs.
“Not obsessed. You need my seed to complete the changes. That’s what I’m obsessed with.”
“I haven’t changed?”
“Of course you’ve changed. You’ve gotten healthier, stronger, and you’re going to live forever.”
“Is there more?”
“There doesn’t need to be. If I can have you forever, then you’re perfect as you are.”
“I won’t leave you. This is where I belong.”
“It is, and I will make you fly every day in every way. That is a vow.”
Greyson wanted to make a similar promise to Luke, but he felt like the promise he’d made was enough.
“It is, Grey. Those words are all I need.” Luke kissed his belly, then stood and went to his chest, searching around in it. “I know I have everything I want in here.”
“You could have covered me with a sheet, Luke.”
“Are you feeling cold or exposed?” Luke asked.
“Exposed.”
“Then I’ll leave you as you are.” Luke turned and checked him out, top to bottom. “I like having you exposed to me.”
Luke hummed and sent him an image of him spread wide, hole full and cock and balls bound. Then he sent another image, this time with ropes around his knees, pulling his legs back so he was even more exposed. “That’s kinder than a spreader bar. Easier on your legs.”
“Oh. Oh God.” That made his belly twitch and shake.
“I’ll get the extra rope we need.” Luke turned back and grabbed more from the chest.
“What? What, you don’t... I don’t...”
“Easy, Pet. Trust me.” Luke said it like it was that easy.
“I do, but...” This wasn’t him, was it?
“You’re still hung up on what society says you should want. On what you’ve been taught is proper. We can do and be anything we want.”
Men didn’t... God, how much had he lost thinking that? Believing it? He’d had this fantasy, or something similar to it, for a while, hidden deep in his mind for when he jerked off.
“I’m a motherfucking dragon, Grey. You can do and be anything you want. Anything. So take this journey with me and do things that you’ve never done, never dreamed of doing, that you’ve thought you wanted to do.”
He was caught in Luke’s gaze, the beautiful eyes glowing, burning, marking his soul.
“Tell me you want to learn to be every single thing you can be as my soul mate. That ropes and bindings and fucking and dildos and whips and anything you can think of will only make you freer, better, more mine, more you.”
“I’m yours, Dragon. I swear. I want to be yours.” He wanted to be living in a place where his fantasies could be real.
“You are. Even if you never want to have sex again, you are mine. But I want the world for you.” Luke returned to his side and put stuff on the mattress next to him.
“I want everything,” Greyson said. Because he did. If he didn’t have to hold back, if his fantasies could be true, then goddammit, he wanted them all.
Luke laughed suddenly. “You are my soul mate. I expected nothing less.”
Luke grabbed some of the extra rope and wrapped it above his right knee. He held his breath at the strange sight.
“If you start to feel a strain on your muscles, let me know.” Luke tugged his leg back, exposing him.
“Will it hurt?”
“It shouldn’t. No pain. Not from this.” Luke moved his hand along Greyson’s leg, cupping his calf, making his inner thigh tingle. “When there’s pain, it’ll be on purpose.”
A soft cry slipped from his lips, totally without his permission.
Smiling, Luke kissed his knee, then looped the rope around the headboard. He pulled carefully, bringing Greyson’s leg back a little more. It was an odd stretch, but not a painful one.
Luke looked at his face for a long moment, then nodded and looped a second rope around his left knee. “It’s going to take all my control not to fuck you into the mattress once I have you trussed up.”
“Do you need it, all your control?” Greyson asked.
“Are you saying I should fuck you into the mattress?” Luke asked.
“I’m saying that I understand.”
“Oh good.” Luke grabbed the smallest of the things he’d brought with him. “These are the nipple clamps. They aren’t harsh.”
“No? Good. Harsh isn’t a sexy word.”
Luke snorted. “It can be. But not in this case.” He rubbed Greyson’s nipples, thumbs warm and solid as they moved back and forth across his flesh. The skin drew up, the tingles beginning to grow.
Rumbling, Luke kept touching until both little nubs were hard, eager for each new touch. Then Luke took one clamp and carefully set it around his right nipple, releasing slowly.
He arched in a steady motion, the slow ache moving through his pec.
“Mmm...” Luke put a hand on his belly, rubbing. Then an image of how he looked, right now, pushed into his mind.
God, that was weird, unnerving.
“You’re doing great.” Luke rubbed his other nipple again and pinched it lightly.
“Am I?” Breathe. Breathe. This was so much. Not a bad thing, just a lot.
“You are.” Luke bent and pressed their mouths together, pushing air into his lungs. Yes. Breathe.
Luke was listening in. Again.
“I’m not doing it on purpose. I just hear you.” Luke set the second clamp on his left nipple.
“That aches.” His body felt like he wasn’t in control of it anymore.
“It won’t get any worse than that this time. At least until I take it off. And you don’t need to be in control, Grey. I’m here. I have you.”
“That’s hard. To not be in control.”
“Yeah. It is. But it’s rewarding. You’ll fly. We’ll be there together.”
“You swear. Together?” That was important.
“Together. In all ways. There’s a place outside of our bodies, but we get there through our bodies.” Luke took the bright red ribbon he’d brought over and looped it around Greyson’s balls. It was silky and smooth and made his eyes cross.
“You like that, don’t you?” Luke pulled the ribbon out, ghosting it along his skin. Then Luke did it again before making the loop and setting a knot at the base of Greyson’s cock, making his balls stand out. Luke touched his balls, petting them. The bare skin was deliciously sensitive.
Luke rumbled happily as Greyson shivered. Then Luke began to wrap the ribbon around his cock, slowly moving upward. If he looked at it without thinking too hard, he could see how beautiful it was.
“There, you begin to understand.” Luke sounded so pleased about it as he tied a bow at the tip.
“A bow?”
“Mmhmm.” Luke bent and kissed the tip, then the bow. “It’s the final touch.”
He blushed dark, but didn’t argue. Not this time.
“The ribbon will get shinier as your pre-come leaks onto it.”
“You’re wicked.” It made Greyson dizzy.
“I am. You love it.”
“I do. I love you.” With every fiber of his body.
“Me, too. I mean, I love you.” Luke showed him a plug, then reminded him, “I’m not putting this in until I’ve come inside you.”
“It’s got lumps.” It was almost like a triple ice cream cone.
“Uh-huh. It’s going to be a whole lot of fun to play with.” Luke rubbed his hands together, looking eager.
“Dragon...”
“I love how you call me that.” Luke leaned in and rubbed his cock alongside Greyson’s. “It makes me leak. Now, did you want a preview of the plug? A chance to know what’s coming after I’ve had my wicked way with you?”
“I don’t know.” And that was the god’s honest truth.
“That is a perfectly valid answer. I pick play first. Something to warm you up—something so I can watch you get fucked while your cock is bound and your nipples clamped without being distracted by my own cock.”
The words made him shiver, tug at the bonds.
Luke ran his hands along Greyson’s arms. “See? Isn’t that delicious? You can tug as much as you want—you aren’t going anywhere.” Luke pressed his lips to Greyson’s right wrist, above the rope, and bit.
“Fuck!”
Luke was still biting when he warmed Greyson’s ass with a swat.
Luke licked the spot he’d bitten, then sucked at it for a moment. “No swearing, Pet.”
“That’s mean.”
“You mean you didn’t like this?” Luke swatted him again. “At all?” The last two words were also accompanied by a spank.
“Don’t...” That stung. But dammit, he couldn’t say he didn’t like it.
“But you’re not sure that you hate the sting,” Luke reiterated before grabbing the plug and slicking it up until it was all shiny.
Look at that. Lord. That made Greyson a little dry mouthed.
“Can you imagine what it’s going to feel like? Going in and out when I start fucking you with it?”
“It’s big. Thick.” Exciting, and he was spread wide for it.
“And you’re going to feel each bump as it pushes into you.”
His mouth dropped open.
“Should I fill that?” Luke asked. Greyson received a picture of Luke fucking his mouth.
At least Luke couldn’t use the plug on him then.
The next image showed Luke fucking his mouth from the other way, head down near his ass as Luke simultaneously fucked his mouth and pushed the plug in and out of his ass.
“Dragon! Dragon, that—You can’t—” But he wanted it. He wanted to be filled both ends at the same time. Oh God. He almost came from the image.
“I can and I will, I can see how excited you are, thinking about it.” The images kept appearing in his head, like a movie. “I’ll get you started with the plug.”
“No...” He knew he was protesting, but he didn’t mean it.
Thank God, Luke knew and didn’t listen to his words. The slick plug pushed against his hole, but didn’t go in. It simply rested there.
Then Luke pressed harder, and Greyson could feel his hole stretching. It was going so slowly, he swore he could feel each millimeter as the plug’s tip opened him.
“Look at your eager hole. It’s so hungry for this.”
“Don’t say that.” He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping Luke would once again ignore his words.
“Why not? It’s the truth.” Luke pushed the plug harder and his hole opened. It felt like he was pulling the plug right in. “You want it. And I’m going to give you what you want.”
“Do you want it?” He was spinning, seriously, but it needed to be good for Luke, too.
“I do. I want to feel your mouth around me and I want to fill your hole at the same time. I’m going to make you fly.” Luke pushed the plug in as far as the first scoop, turned it around inside him. Then Luke pushed it in to the second. It was big, but not too big, just fat enough to make Greyson dizzy.
Luke pulled the plug out, then pushed it in two scoops worth again. He did that a few more times before pushing more in, filling Greyson three scoops full.
Three scoops full. He was almost a little hysterical at the thought.
“Shh. Don’t think. Enjoy it.”
“Help me. Please.” He tried to rock, take more, back off. Something.
“Easy, let me change position.” Luke left the plug inside him as he moved, coming to a rest once he was straddling Greyson’s head. “Open for me, Pet.”
He opened wide. God, he wanted this.
Luke rubbed the tip of his cock across Greyson’s bottom lip, leaving it shiny from his pre-come, and his tongue flicked out, teasing the slit.
“Oh fuck, yes.” Luke leaned, spreading his lips with the hot cockhead.
Greyson hummed, sucked a little, then backed off.
“Teasing me,” Luke accused.
Yeah. Yeah, he was, and it was fun.
Chuckling, Luke pulled all but the tip of the plug out, then pushed a tiny bit back in, then out. “Let’s play a game. Whenever you suck, I’ll fuck you with the plug.”
He tested with a couple of gentle pulls. Luke carefully fucked him twice with the first ball of the plug.
He hummed, tongue sliding through the slit. Luke’s hand slipped, the plug going deeper. Oh. Was it the hum or the tongue? He tried the hum alone.
Luke pushed the plug in deeper, hand jerking a few times.
Then he licked Luke’s slit again. Luke rumbled, moving the plug up and down inside him.
Okay, this was fun. Really fun. Luke’s happiness flooded through him as well—Greyson wasn’t alone in enjoying this.
He licked and sucked strongly, once, pulling firmly. Luke punched the plug into him. Once. Hard.
He lost Luke’s cock, crying out. Rumbling, Luke fed the head of his prick back into Greyson’s mouth.
“Don’t stop now, Pet.”
No. No, I want you. This. Us. Dragon.
“Me, too.” Luke thrust into his mouth, using the plug to fuck his hole at the same time.
He sucked, pulling so that Luke had to feel him. Luke moved faster, making everything bigger.
Harder. He tightened his lips and moaned.
“Your wish is my command.” Luke sped his movements, cock running along his tongue, plug filling his ass, the movements faster, stronger. His eyes rolled back in his head, but he held on to his prize. When Luke’s cockhead hit his throat, he swallowed hard, making Luke cry out.
Oh, that made him feel good, powerful. He swallowed again every time Luke’s cock landed deep. And every time, that heavy dildo slammed into him. It was a circle of pleasure that he felt right in the middle of.
Flying, Dragon.
I know, Pet. There was such satisfaction in the words that warmth washed over Greyson at it.
He closed his eyes, focusing on the steady suction, the heavy cock on his tongue. The pounding in his ass. The pressure fluttering everywhere.
“Fuck. So good. Love you. Love you.” Luke muttered and growled, the words like another touch.
Love you. Dragon. Your cock.
Me and my cock love you, too.
There was nothing more amazing than needing and laughing and loving all at the same time. And when the laughter and the love pushed into his brain, too? It was even better.
Luke kept getting stronger, making him feel more and more. His trapped legs made it hard to buck up, meet Luke’s touch.
Just suck and feel.
Yes, Dragon. I need you. He needed nothing more than this. Luke’s cock, Luke’s will, Luke’s touch.
Yours. For always.
His orgasm started deep inside him, his entire body beginning to shudder. He couldn’t even grab his cock and finish himself off, but he was pretty sure he wasn’t going to need to.
No, Pet. That cock is mine.
Touch me.
No. You don’t need me to. Forget about your cock. Focus on sucking and feeling.
Dragon! He grunted, his tongue slapping the shaft.
Luke growled for him. “Do it again.”
He slapped again, hard.
“Fuck!” Luke slammed in the plug, hitting his gland bang on.
His muscles went tight and hard. Yes. Fuck.
“Gonna take the plug out and put me in,” Luke told him, hips still sawing, pushing that hot cock along his tongue.
Please. So full. So happy. So taken.
Luke pulled his cock right out of Greyson’s mouth, but left the plug in. He kissed Greyson as he moved to kneel between Greyson’s legs.
“Need you. Need you, Dragon.” Now.
“So demanding. I love it.” Luke pulled out the plug, and then the wonderful, blunt heat of Luke’s cock pressed against his hole, hot and solid and full of promise. He tried to rock up, take more, bury Luke inside him. There wasn’t any way he could do more than the smallest movement, though.
“That’s right. I’m setting the pace. I like knowing you want it, though, that you’re as desperate for it as I am.”
“You’re no fair.” None at all.
“What fun would it be if I was fair?”
He had to laugh. Had to. No one had had ever made him so happy. Luke took his mouth, sharing his laughter with him as the thick cock finally breached his hole.
The heat of Luke warmed him, down to the bones, and he couldn’t stop his moan.
Luke smiled against his lips, hips beginning a wonderful dance, filling him over and over. He could feel Luke’s joy, top to bottom.
It was all he needed, all he wanted. Their joy mingled. They flew on wings of happiness, their bodies merging. It was its own special magic.