I’m home. Jon always knew that a true mate was the other half of a person’s soul, but he’d never contemplated how perfect their bodies would fit as well. Sure, Dirk was bigger and broader than him, but as his balls slapped gently against Dirk’s butt cheeks, Jon understood the definition of perfection. Everything – Dirk’s heat, his suppressed strength, and the grasp of his muscles on Jon’s cock. It was the stuff of dreams and it wasn’t over yet.
“Are you ever going to move?” Dirk’s voice was raspy as though he’d smoked a dozen cigarettes, but Jon could relate to the emotion behind it. His head was swimming and his arms trembled at the effort of holding himself aloft. Moving was a damn good idea, but Jon was determined not to rush at things like a bull at a gate.
Leaning his top half down, Jon eased his hips back as he licked across Dirk’s firmly tight lips. “Kiss me,” he whispered as his hips pushed forward. Dirk seemed almost afraid to move, but Jon felt his mate’s cock thicken as it rubbed against Jon’s stomach. Keeping his movements soft and easy, Jon moved with shallow thrusts, getting Dirk used to the alien sensation.
It wasn’t long before Dirk’s kisses became more frantic and his thighs jerked against Jon’s hips as though seeking more. Pulling back, Jon saw Dirk’s pupils were blown so wide, the dark brown of his eyes was almost gone. Thrusting harder, Jon was pleased he’d used so much lube. His cock slid in and out of his mate’s body with ease; the pressure and heat playing havoc with Jon’s senses. Dirk’s scent filled his nose and his dog came forward, eager to bond with the dragon that lurked behind Dirk’s features.
“Now.” Dirk let out a savage roar, as his hips froze. Caught off guard, Jon pressed his mouth in the solid ridge between Dirk’s neck and shoulder. His canines dropped and he bit deep, his eyes closing as Dirk’s blood skated across his tongue.
Damn. Yes. Everything happened at once. Jon’s cock exploded, sending his spunk deep inside his mate’s body. The stickiness on his stomach let him know Dirk had also hit his peak. In his mind’s eye Jon saw the strong red dragon fly up, surrounding his dog half with his wings as the dog nuzzled the scaled neck. Acceptance. Love. Protectiveness and sheer happiness flooded through his body and he knew nothing short of death would tear the animal spirits apart. He’d found his future and now all he had to do was hang onto it.
Dirk’s head lolled back on the pillow as Jon carefully pulled his teeth from his mate’s flesh. The man’s normal tan was tinged with red and sweat plastered curls against his forehead. Jon dithered, just a moment, until a strong broad hand eased down his back. Allowing himself to fall on Dirk’s chest, Jon tried to control his breath. Unbelievably, his cock was still hard and when Jon could finally remember how to speak, he whispered, “ready for your turn now?”
“Fuck, yes,” Dirk growled and then winced as Jon rolled over, his cock falling free of its tight new home. The discomfort didn’t seem to deter his mate though, if his next question was a clue to his state of mind. “Where’s the lube?”
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Dirk was well aware he’d been claimed. The spunk drying on his ass, his dragon’s trilling in his brain, and the bite mark on his neck were all signs he couldn’t ignore. But from the moment he understood what the concept meant, Dirk was a dominant creature. He’d plowed his way through life, business and even his relationships with one goal in mind. To win. Jon elicited feelings from him he barely understood, but now wasn’t the time to dwell on them. Dirk wanted to fuck, and he wanted to do it now.
On his side, Jon’s long, firm back muscles led to a perfectly rounded butt. Dirk eased Jon’s top leg forward, exposing a tiny starburst lightly ringed in pink. He licked his lips as his mouth filled with drool. His cock twitched as though anticipating the way that tightness would grip him as he thrust, but the lube in his hand reminded him that he needed to show the same level of care his mate had shown with him.
Trailing kisses over Jon’s rounded shoulders, leaning up on one elbow, Dirk fiddled around, getting the cap off the lube and coating the first three fingers of his free hand. Remembering what Jon had done to him, Dirk rubbed softly around the exposed hole at first, although every instinct in his screamed to just “get in there.” But it seemed to do the trick, as muscles originally rigid, softened under his pressure. Dirk’s initial “ew” moment was quickly dispelled as he slipped his first finger inside. Two hard bands of muscles resisted at first before easing under his finger and when Dirk sensed the heat of Jon’s insides, any icky factor quickly passed.
Men have done this for centuries. Why the fuck haven’t I done this before? Because, as Dirk worked to get Jon’s body to accept his length without pain, he could feel deep inside what he was doing was right. No fondling of the countless women he’d bedded gave him the same sense of satisfaction; the protectiveness he felt towards the man groaning under his fingers. His cock had never been as hard and when he finally lined up, after Jon assured him he was ready, he realized what had been missing. Feelings. A jumbled mesh of feelings ranging from hope and passion to lust and a whole lot more.
“More,” Jon grunted as his back arched. “Harder.”
Dirk was happy to oblige. Normally, he had no choice but to hold back his strength whenever he’d bedded anyone. Dragons were the strongest shifters in existence. But something, instinct or something deeper, told him Jon could take what he could dish out and Dirk let loose with a barrage of thrusts that jarred his teeth.
Everything was different. Jon’s butt cheeks provided a solid place for his hips to slap against. His ass gripped Dirk’s cock in a steamy heat that rivaled anything else Dirk had ever felt in his centuries of experience. The hip under his hand was strong and bony; no welcoming curves or softness. And Dirk loved it. His heart rate increased with every one of Jon’s grunts. The way Jon arched his neck, throwing his neck muscles into relief made Dirk’s gums itch as his teeth dropped. That was without the sheer mindless lust that had Dirk pounding into his mate; the exhilaration filling his heart and soul.
“Please.” Jon’s hand was working furiously on his cock. Something was missing. Dirk had come without a touch to his cock at all. Shifting his hips, he changed his angle slightly. There it is. Dirk wasn’t sure what it was inside a man’s ass that made him orgasm from the inside, but whatever it was, his cock was now stroking Jon’s magic spot and damn, Jon went wild.
“Now, now, now.” Jon moaned long and loud and the smell of spunk hit Dirk’s nose. As his heart filled with pride, Dirk licked the sweat from Jon’s neck, his fangs scraping the delicious skin. Now, his dragon whispered and then Dirk’s head was filled with a victorious roar as Dirk’s teeth found their mark and the sweet rush of Jon’s blood flooded his mouth. The roar in his head intensified and Dirk realized with a rush that every dragon in his clan was answering his dragon’s call. His last thought, as he withdrew his teeth and licked over the wound left on his mate’s neck, was that there was no way his father could have ignored that.
You didn’t give him my scale, the dragon grumped in his head.
In the morning, Dirk promised. I’ll do it in the morning. Now shut up and let me cuddle. And yes, the irony of that statement wasn’t lost on either of them.