Mac shut the passenger side door of his truck as soon as Idris climbed out. He offered the wizard a smile and grabbed his hand as they headed toward the door of the mansion they called home.
“I like holding your hand,” Idris said.
“I like holding yours too. It means I’m close enough to smell cinnamon.”
Idris turned to face him, and his brows knitted together in confusion. “Cinnamon?”
“Yep, that’s what you smell like. My grandmother used to make the best cinnamon rolls on the planet. I love your scent.”
Mac opened the front door and waved Idris through. Once Mac was inside, he closed it behind him and made sure it was locked, then grabbed Idris’s hand in his own again. Before he could take a step or say a word, a small indigo dragon flew into the hallway and landed on Mac’s shoulder. “I guess he missed me.”
“I brought you some cake, Roger,” Idris told his familiar who nuzzled against Mac’s neck.
“Should we bring him into the kitchen, so he can eat it?”
“Yeah.”
They walked into the kitchen and found several D’Vaires, including his king, sprawled out watching television. Idris put the box of cake down on the counter and from out of nowhere, Greggory appeared.
“No worries, Greggory. I got you a piece too,” Idris said. Roger, probably afraid he would not get his treat, flew down into the little sink Aleksander installed years ago when Delaney first arrived. Mac waited patiently as Idris gave them both their treats.
“Do you miss having Roger with you all the time?”
“I don’t want to make you feel bad but yes, I miss him. He’s got his own space in my room, and it’s so weird to have it empty all the time.”
Mac grinned. Idris just gave Mac the perfect opportunity to get him alone. “I’d love to see it.”
“Sure.”
After securing Idris’s hand once again, they left the little dragons to devour their treats and headed down the hall toward the bedrooms. They arrived at Idris’s door and went inside. It was done in Idris’s indigo as well as a rich cream. Mac was looking forward to when he called the exquisite space his as well as his mate’s. “I like your room.”
“Thanks. I asked Larissa to make me some stuff with your dragonskin, but she told me she can’t do it yet.”
“Sorry, I’ve got a couple of weeks before my dragon will be ready to shed his scales.”
“Over here is Roger’s space.”
Mac’s eyes followed the finger Idris was pointing with to see two pieces of drywall painted in the same vanilla as the rest of the room jutting out from one corner. The gap between the walls had a velvet indigo curtain draped to one side. Through it were thick, cushioned shelves perfect for a tiny dragon to relax on.
“When he’d sleep in there, I’d close the curtain so he’d have privacy. There’s a television mounted on one level and a tablet loaded with games he can manage to play on another. There’s even blankets for him in case he gets cold,” Idris revealed.
“If I could get my fat dragon in there, I know he’d be cozy.”
“Your dragon isn’t fat. Nothing about you is fat.”
Mac took a step toward Idris and put his hands on his sides right over where his shirt was tucked into his jeans. “I have a confession to make.”
Idris’s arms rose upward, and he wrapped his fingers around Mac’s biceps. “You do?”
“Yes, I had an ulterior motive when I asked about Roger’s space.”
“You did?”
Mac kissed his nose. “I wanted to get you alone.”
“Okay, but you should know I’m not letting you out of my room until I get my first kiss.”
“Deal.” Mac leaned forward and set his lips against Idris’s. It was nothing more than simple contact, but goosebumps broke out over Mac’s suddenly heated skin. Before he could decide what to do next, Idris slid his tongue out and licked him. Mac opened his mouth to deepen the kiss and while the wizard might not have any experience, he certainly wasn’t lacking in enthusiasm.
Idris raised his arms and wrapped them around Mac’s neck. Mac responded by folding him in his embrace and rubbing his palms down the long muscles of Idris’s back. His blood heated, and his erection grew, prodding Idris’s belly. It didn’t deter the wizard, whose hard dick poked Mac in the hip.
Desiring friction of any kind, Mac rubbed a little against Idris. The other man let out a moan, and Mac tried to hold on to his sanity. He wanted Idris naked beneath him but despite his now raging hormones, he would not take the wizard’s innocence without care.
“We should slow down,” he murmured against Idris’s lips.
“I want you.”
“I want you too, but you’re new to all this and we just kissed for the first time.”
Idris pulled his head back and lowered his hands back to Mac’s biceps. His pupils were dilated, his cheeks flushed, and in his eyes was pure irritation. “Then you should go, so I can jerk off.”
Mac put a little space between them and yanked Idris’s belt buckle loose and undid his jeans. As he lowered his zipper he said, “I didn’t say we couldn’t fool around.”
The bright smile Mac loved appeared. “Okay,” Idris replied. Then he mirrored Mac’s actions by unbuckling his belt and unfastening his jeans. His hand shook with nerves, but it didn’t slow him down.
Because Mac was afraid he would lose his mind the second Idris touched his cock, he decided to distract him. He leaned forward, capturing his mouth again as he slid his hand into Idris’s jeans, and cupped his sex through his underwear. Idris gave a little squeak and stroked his tongue more forcefully against Mac’s as he thrust his body upward.
“Feel good?” Mac asked as he stroked Idris’s rigid length over cotton.
Idris kissed him firmly and slipped his fingers through Mac’s open jeans. They danced over the fabric of his boxers. “I think you’re bigger than me,” he said as he familiarized himself with Mac’s dick.
Though Idris wasn’t touching him in a way that should have allowed him to come, Mac’s balls tightened. He pulled his hand away and put both palms back over Idris’s hips; then he walked the stunned wizard backward until his ass hit the long dresser behind him. After pushing aside a spectacular statue of a sorcerer complete with a pointy hat and wand, he shoved Idris’s pants and underwear down in one smooth move. Idris’s eyes went wide with astonishment as Mac reached down, grabbed the back of his thighs, and lifted him onto the piece of furniture.
Idris let out a hiss. “Wood’s cold.”
“Sorry, you okay?” Mac asked as he kissed the corner of his mouth. He was pleased that Idris was now at the perfect height. Idris’s hard cock was going to match up perfectly with Mac’s erection once it was freed. The wizard grasped Mac’s jeans in his fists and tugged hard. Once the denim slid down, Idris yanked the dark boxers to the floor as well.
“I like the way your dick looks,” Idris told him as he used one finger to trace its length.
“Same goes, sweetheart.” Mac took a step forward closing the space between them; then he remembered it would feel a lot better with lube. “Lube in the nightstand?”
“I keep extra in the dresser, it’s just one drawer over.”
“Thank Fate,” Mac muttered as he reached over and fished out a fresh bottle. Getting the stupid thing open was harder than necessary, he decided when he finally got the damn plastic protective shit off. He nearly sighed as he finally squeezed some out into his palm.
Mac pressed close to Idris again and recaptured his mouth as he grasped both of their cocks in his hand. Idris moaned into their kiss as Mac stroked. Idris’s hands came up to once again clutch Mac’s arms; only this time his grip was much stronger. The wizard undulated his body, which increased the friction and therefore the pleasure.
“Yeah, just like that,” Mac coaxed against Idris’s lips.
“Gonna come soon,” Idris panted out. He wasn’t the only one. Nothing had prepared Mac for what it would feel like being with Idris. His scent invaded his senses, and the touch of his skin was mind-blowing. His ass clenched as he thought about the dick in his hand buried inside him. Mac already craved being inside Idris just as much. Then all thoughts scattered as tingles raced down his spine. His balls drew up tight and Idris jerked against him.
Mac glanced down in time to see ropes of white shooting out over his fingers. He tightened his grip as his own orgasm barreled through him. His eyes squeezed shut as he too pumped out come over his fist. It was the most exquisite experience he’d had in two centuries of life. Still panting, he opened his eyes to find Idris leaning back against the wall, wearing a blissful smile.
“Pretty good, huh?”
Without lifting his lashes, Idris said, “You look really sexy when you come.”
His words made Mac frown. “I missed it. I didn’t get to see you—I was too busy looking at your dick.”
Idris’s laugh was light and free. “You can see it next time.” His eyes popped open. “And next time we do it, you aren’t going to be wearing clothes.”
“Deal. I want to see you naked too.” Mac let out a long sigh and released their soft cocks from his grasp. “I guess we should get cleaned up.”
“Maybe afterward, you could stay and watch a movie with me or something,” Idris suggested. Mac was glad Idris wanted him to stick around. He didn’t want to stray from Idris’s side either.
“I’d love to.” Mac kissed Idris softly. Idris rewarded him with another beautiful smile as Mac hiked his pants up, so he could walk to the bathroom. Once there, he washed his hands and was glad he’d managed to keep most of the mess off himself. When he got back into the bedroom, Idris had changed into a T-shirt and a pair of pajama pants sewn by Larissa D’Vairedraconis. They were covered in clouds wearing different silly expressions.
“My clothes were messy,” Idris explained.
“I can’t say I’m surprised. I see Larissa isn’t singling me out when she picks out her crazy fabrics.”
Idris walked up and hugged him. Mac was thrilled with the warm embrace and held him tight. “No, she picks out the best fabrics for everyone.”
Before Mac could make any kind of reply, a knock echoed through the room.
“Good thing no one knocked five minutes ago,” Idris muttered as he released Mac to answer it. Mac wandered behind him in case he was needed.
Idris opened the door to reveal Aleksander. “Sorry to bother you,” their king said. “But Evlithar was headed to bed and found Roger out here.”
Mac lifted up on his toes to peer over Idris’s shoulder. The little dragon was lying on the ground like he was dead; then in a flurry of wings, he flew over them and into Idris’s room.
Aleksander shook his head. “I know he plays dead when he doesn’t get his way, but it was really stressing Evlithar out. He felt bad for him, but he didn’t want to bother you guys either.”
“A king’s work is never done,” Mac intoned.
“Not around here,” Aleksander agreed. “If you guys want some privacy, I can grab Roger.”
“It’s fine. We’re just going to watch a movie,” Mac replied.
“If we need privacy, I can put Roger in his bed and close the curtain,” Idris added.
“Sounds good. See you guys in the morning,” Aleksander said. They offered him similar sentiments; then Idris closed them back into his private space.
“Your dragon’s a pest.”
“I’m going to blame you,” Idris retorted. Mac kissed him and grabbed his hand. He took a few steps only to find Roger snuggled on Idris’s bed right against the pillows.
“I guess he’s going to watch the movie with us.”
“I might like some privacy with my mate, Roger.”
The little dragon didn’t budge an inch. After grabbing the throw from the base of the mattress, Mac climbed on it. His mate crawled up next to him, and Mac tugged the blanket over them as Idris grabbed the remote from his nightstand. Once he’d selected something they both agreed on watching, Mac snuggled Idris close and kissed his shoulder. He could envision himself spending an eternity with nights like this. Roger wasn’t going to be left out; he flew over and lay down on them just above where their hips were aligned.
“It’s a good thing he’s not heavy,” Mac said.
“We’re going to have to teach him not to interrupt us when we’re having sex.”
Mac dropped another kiss on Idris’s shoulder, then used the palm of his hand, which was resting on Idris’s belly, to press them even closer. “We’ll figure something out,” he promised. Mac was pleased with their first date and his relationship with Idris in general. Everything about the wizard was proving irresistible.