by Marcy Jacks
It wasn’t the first time Kraigan had touched him, and it wouldn’t be the last.
He leaned in. Jason’s pink lips were right there, begging to be kissed, to be bitten and plundered until they were swollen.
He almost smiled. Novik had been right. Kraigan really did like Jason’s bratty mouth.
Jason blinked, yanking his head back at the last second before he could make that contact that he so desperately wanted.
“What are you...what are you doing?” he asked, sliding off of the bench where he’d been sitting and backing away from Kraigan, as though he thought Kraigan would actually attack him or something.
Kraigan didn’t like distractions, and he especially didn’t like that he’d come so close only to be denied. “I thought it would be obvious,” he said.
Jason’s eyes widened. “Yeah, but seriously, why? I don’t understand you.”
“Why not?” Kraigan asked, shrugging. He wasn’t about to explain himself. He didn’t get it either, and he didn’t do well enough with words to be able to give Jason, a grown adult who was admittedly nice to look at, a reason why they should fuck.
Jason frowned at him, and then he shook his head. “You’re out of your damned mind.”
Kraigan’s shoulders bunched up. Rejected and denied. By a human. Perfect.
“Fine. I’ll be on my way then,” he said, limping his way over to the far wall where he’d left his walking stick. Jason let him walk right by him.
So stupid. What a stupid thing for him to do, allowing his dick to get the better or him and determine how he behaved. This was not who he was. Kraigan did not act this way because he wanted a piece of ass.
“Where are you going?” Jason asked.
Kraigan did not answer him, and he did not turn to look either. It was not any of Jason’s business what Kraigan decided to do at this point.
A rush of footsteps sounded when Kraigan wiped his face, grabbed his cane, and moved to the door. Jason’s smaller hand grabbed his bicep. He wasn’t a small human, but he was so damned small in comparison to Kraigan.
Strong enough to get his attention and force him to stop, to look down into Jason’s suddenly serious face.
Jason was rarely serious. Not like this. Kraigan hadn’t seen such a look on the man’s face since that time out in the woods when Kraigan had told the man to run for his life and Jason became incredibly stubborn.
That was what it was. It was stubbornness. Jason was going to be a little stubborn brat.
“What do you want?” Kraigan demanded.
Jason wet his lips, and fuck him if the sight of that pink tongue shining up those lips didn’t make his loins twitch, his balls tighten, and the need to push his cock inside of the man so desperate and needy he thought for a split second he might just do it now.
“You want to have sex with me, don’t you?”
Yes, he did, very much so, and while listening to Jason moaning his name and begging him for more.
Kraigan didn’t say that. He snorted. “Obviously.”
Jason frowned. “You don’t have to be such a dickhead about it,” he said, removing his hand from Kraigan’s arm and stepping back. The lack of the man’s warmth one more time was a sharp reminder of just how badly Kraigan had been aching for this. Since long before he even realized it.
Jason sized him up, his gaze flickering from Kraigan’s feet, all the way to his toes. Then he nodded. “All right.”
Kraigan was instantly suspicious. Nothing with Jason was ever as easy as that. “All right?”
Jason nodded. “Sure. Why not? You’re pretty good looking, and I might want to get off. We’ll consider this your one act of servitude since you never actually went through with serving me. You have to get me off.”
Kraigan couldn’t help but smile. He could recall in the beginning, when he’d first met Jason, that the man would shiver at the sight of his smile. Now, Jason held his ground, hands on his hips, not backing down.
Kraigan didn’t know why Jason was agreeing to this. Loneliness, or that he just needed to get off and Kraigan was willing, but it didn’t matter. Kraigan would take it.
He would take it, and he would make sure that Jason took all of him.
He stepped forward, and this time there was the barest hint of a tremor in Jason’s body. He didn’t step back though.
Kraigan grabbed the man’s hand, and he brought it to his dick.
To Jason’s credit, the man did not tense up at the lewd touch the way a woman might, the way some had, but he did utter a curse.
“Holy shit,” he said, his eyes widening.
Kraigan continued to smile. “Dragons do not have the same cocks as humans do. If you say you want this, then I won’t stop until I’ve wrecked you for anything else.”
He’d nearly said anyone else. It had been a close call and one that he would never allow himself to repeat.
This meant nothing. Jason did not have the feelings for Kraigan that others suspected Kraigan had for him.
Which Kraigan did not. He just wanted to make Jason shout his name in pleasure instead of in anger or frustration. It really was all about just getting the man to shut up from time to time.
Jason’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. Then those honey-colored eyes turned back up to Kraigan’s. The man frowned, his shoulders back, completely and totally ready to accept the challenge that Kraigan had laid out for him.
“All right. Fine. I’m game.”
And that was exactly what Kraigan needed to hear.
He stepped away from Jason’s body, leaving the man shocked as he went quickly to the door and slid the bolt in place that would lock out anyone else looking to come in for their exercise.
If they wanted to jog or stretch, they could find somewhere else in the nest to do it because it sure as hell wouldn’t be here.
“What...here? We’re going to fuck here?”
Kraigan grinned back at the man, making sure to show off the white of his teeth and the fangs that grew just slightly larger than a normal human’s. “You want to do this somewhere else?”
He asked it with a purposeful haughtiness, and he walked back to Jason, putting his hands on the man’s shoulders, his stomach, and then sliding beneath his clothes.
The intake of breath, and the sudden way his eyes fell to half-mast, was exquisite. The warm feel of his skin and the flare of his nostrils. All of it. Beautiful.
Jason shook his head. “No, here’s good,” he said.
Kraigan put his hand into the man’s brown hair, brown but hardly plain. There were shades of red and gold in it when looked at in this light. Kraigan gripped it tight enough to listen to Jason’s hiss, angled his mouth, and then covered it with his own before the man could say anything else that would make either of them rethink what they were about to do.
“Mmph!” Jason said, blowing air out of his mouth and through his nose when Kraigan latched their lips together and refused to part them.
The warm, wet taste of him. He’d drunk something sugary and sweet before coming here. Kraigan could taste it. Beneath that fruity flavor that he savored with his tongue, he could also taste Jason’s natural flavor, something soft and so distinctly him that Kraigan had never tasted anything like it before. He’d been with a fair number of men and women in his life, and none of them had tasted like this. He couldn’t even put a word to the flavor.
He licked Jason deep, searching for more of it, and that was about when Jason’s hands came up, grasping at Kraigan’s shoulders, attempting to latch onto his hair but then failing because Kraigan’s hair was so much shorter than even Jason’s.
This was better. This was a thousand times better than even that kiss that Kraigan had stolen from Jason when Kraigan had still been in his hospital bed, leg broken and propped up.
Now there would be none of that.
“I’m going to put you on your knees,” Kraigan said, his voice gruff, hoarse, more ravaged than it had ever sounded before, even to his own ears.
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sp; Jason did not back away from him, and his eyes did not bulge in fear as though he’d been threatened.
Kraigan had that problem sometimes. His partners tended to take his tone of voice as some sort of threat to their safety. It was not. It never was.
Instead, Jason nodded, and he moaned. “Fuck, yeah. That sounds wonderful.”
Good. Kraigan put their mouths back together, leaning against the wall to give his still healing leg some support, but Jason was already shrinking out of Kraigan’s grasp.
What in the hell...?
Not shrinking. The man was getting to his knees right now, was undoing the simple knot Kraigan had used to hold up his leggings.
It had come loose in his workout. Jason loosened it even more and pulled down his pants at the waist, exposing Kraigan’s cock.
The shaft sprung up immediately, damn near bouncing against his flat stomach. The bulbous head was dark in color, nearly purple, and so swollen he had to put his hand around it, stroking it just to give himself some measure of relief.
Jason’s eyes had not bugged out before, but they certainly did now. “Holy God, Adam wasn’t kidding.”
Kraigan rolled his eyes. Of course. Adam was mated to Novik, and since Adam and Jason were good friends, that meant that the other human had been feeding Jason tales of what a dragon’s cock looked like.
After the shock, he had the decency to seem impressed, and eager.
“Can I touch it?” Jason asked.
Kraigan gave him a look.
“Right, right, sorry. Should’ve realized,” Jason said. Was that a nervous smile on his face? Was he actually nervous about this?
Kraigan couldn’t help himself. The need to push that in Jason’s face just a little was too great to ignore. “I see the size of my cock impresses you. You may go on admiring it, if you wish.”
Jason glared up at him, growling just a bit as his hand went up and quickly curled around the base of Kraigan’s cock.
Kraigan grunted at the too-tight grip. “Easy with that,” he said. His dick didn’t wilt, but he felt it coming.
“Sorry, sorry,” Jason said, grumbling the words instead of sounding as though he really meant them.
Kraigan would put some sincerity in the man soon enough when Jason put his ass in the air and begged Kraigan to fuck him.
Jason didn’t do that. He didn’t scramble out of his pants as though he would burst if he wasn’t free. Instead, he continued to examine the length of Kraigan’s cock, turning his head this way and that as his hands stroked over the length. Dry, but that was all right. Kraigan liked it like that from time to time, and now happened to be one of them.
“How am I supposed to get it in my mouth?”
Kraigan stilled. “What?”
Jason looked up at him, eyes all innocence this time, not a hint of teasing or sarcasm to be found. “I don’t get it. The bulb. I mean, I guess I could get it in if I really tried, but then you’d be dealing with my teeth nonstop.”
Kraigan shook his head. “And that is precisely why I do not want you to put it in your mouth.”
“What?” Jason stared up at Kraigan as though the idea of not wishing to be sucked on and bitten was foreign to him.
Perhaps it was. “It’s the bulb that makes that exact thing almost impossible. If you want to give my cock the attention of your mouth, you may do so, but without trying to stuff it into your cheeks like a squirrel.”
Though that image inside of his head did make Kraigan smile.
And Jason, who also snorted a laugh, that made him smile, too. “Don’t worry. I won’t try it if you don’t want me to,” he said, letting his pink tongue slide free from his lips and along the length of Kraigan’s cock, circling the underside of the swollen bulb and then licking up and around until Kraigan’s spike appeared. The little pink, fleshy spike that some had described as looking like a sharp tongue. It was about half the width of his thumb, and was soft and sensitive when Jason decided to lick it.
The man was even careful when it came to that. He’d taken one look at his spike, and his curiosity had brought him forward, and when the soft warmth of his tongue licked over the spike, Kraigan let his head fall back as he groaned.
“Never seen anything like that before,” Jason said, licking it again.
Kraigan didn’t care if Jason had never seen it before. He just wanted him to keep on doing it.
“Do all dragons have that?”
Kraigan damn near growled. “You are going to decide that now is the proper time for you to be asking questions like that?”
Jason was hardly intimidated by Kraigan’s glare. Now he was the one to grin up at Kraigan, his hand gripping and stroking back and forth as he nodded. “Yes.”
It seemed that Adam had not told Jason everything there was to know about a dragon’s cock. “Yes, all male dragons have it.”
“Why?”
“To help us impregnate our mates, all right? Now will you stop asking questions and just…keep doing what you were doing!”
He was getting flustered. That was not a good thing. He needed to maintain his control. He was the one in control. Jason was simply teasing him, working him up because that was that the little brat enjoyed doing.
“Fine,” Jason said, letting his tongue slide across and around the ever-swelling bulb of Kraigan’s cock once more. “But you have to promise you’re going to go down on me when this is over.”
“What?”
Jason nodded. “It’s only fair. I’m licking you, and trust me, if I could get that thing in my mouth, I would make you feel so damned good you wouldn’t be able to believe it.” He accented his words with another hot lick, and Kraigan’s cock throbbed for more. “Also, I don’t have a huge bulb on my cock that’ll break your jaw if you try to suck on it. You’ll like it. It’ll be good for you.”
Kraigan narrowed his eyes, attempting to maintain something of his usual scowl through the pleasure that pulsed through him. “I hardly see how it would be good for me,” he said.
“It certainly wouldn’t be bad for you, would it?”
Kraigan was going to strangle him. One of these days, he was going to wrap his hands around the little shit’s neck and let him have it. At the moment, however, Jason was doing far too much of a good job for Kraigan to want him to stop. It was…fuck! He was going to come, and there wouldn’t be a damned thing he could do about it.
“Easy on my hair. You’re going to yank it out of my scalp,” Jason said, but then almost immediately, he put his mouth back over the side of Kraigan’s bulb. He didn’t attempt to take the entire thing into his mouth, which was good, but the suction that he gave to that one spot, forcing blood flow to move inside of his sensitive cock made Kraigan grit his teeth. If he put any more pressure on them, he would pop his molars.
“Are you trying to give me a love mark on my cock?” Kraigan asked.
He hadn’t meant it to be the sort of question that received an answer. Jason grinned up at him, his lips darker and more swollen than after any kiss Kraigan could have given him.
“If that’s what you want me to do, then yes,” he said, panting heavily, as though his dick was receiving attention and not Kraigan’s.
A quick look between Jason’s legs revealed the tent that proved he was at least enjoying himself in part. Kraigan could almost see it pulsing beneath Jason’s leggings.
Wait. No, it actually was pulsing. Kraigan smiled through the heat. “You enjoy this, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Jason said, nearly moaning the word, his eyes shutting as he pressed his cheek to Kraigan’s cock. “I wish I could put it in my mouth. I want you to know what that feels like. You would fucking love it so much.”
Kraigan didn’t doubt it, and he wished for it as well.
Jason didn’t stop talking however. He continued to chatter about how good it would feel between his lips, how much he would get off on it, and how he would bring Kraigan to the edge with him.
This really was something that humans enjoyed
doing. Kraigan was finding himself more and more curious about it as Jason continued to lick and suck, to stroke the shaft and massage his testicles. He did everything but put Kraigan’s cock into his mouth, and Kraigan throbbed with the need to put his dick somewhere hot and tight.
“Stop that,” Kraigan said, his voice a hard rasp in his throat.
Jason looked up at him, his lips a dark shade of pink from all the attention they’d been giving to Kraigan’s throbbing cock. Drops of Kraigan’s essence were starting to gather at the tip, and if Jason so much as breathed on him one more time, Kraigan was going to come.
“Get your leggings off. Turn onto your hands and knees, right now,” Kraigan said.
Jason scurried to obey.
Chapter Three
Jason had no idea where Kraigan had pulled a vial of oil from so fast, but he was glad they didn’t have to stop to find any. Had there been any distractions, then Jason might’ve come to his senses and run the fuck out of there like the little coward he was.
It was hard for him to remember, or care, about why he and Kraigan didn’t exactly like each other when the man’s fingers pushed into his ass, stretching him wide and preparing him to take that bulb at the end of his cock, not to mention the rest of him.
Jason had his fingers around the man’s shaft, felt the soft flesh that covered the smooth steel-like interior. He felt the veins and the pulse of Kraigan’s heartbeat, and Jason could say with complete certainty that Kraigan wasn’t exactly small around that area of his cock either.
He couldn’t wait. He really couldn’t. It had been far too long since he’d been properly fucked, and he didn’t just want it. He needed it. He needed it so damned badly that it hurt, and he moaned as he pushed his ass back against Kraigan’s working fingers. The man hooked them at some point, and Jason nearly howled when he felt the man’s fingertips slide against his prostate.
Kraigan muttered something just then, but Jason had no idea what it was because he was too preoccupied with grunting and moaning in pleasure, thrusting his ass back and humping against those fingers that were driving him wild.
“Don’t you come yet. Don’t you dare come,” Kraigan said, growling the words as though he really would be angry if Jason did spill before he did.
