“Con?”
“Aye?”
“You are more alluring,” he said and then kissed him. “And more comely.”
Pulling away with a smile on his face Conley asked, “How can I be so fond of someone who is clearly not right in the mind?”
“Perhaps you are addled yourself.”
“Too bad you are already stuck with me for the whole of your life.”
“Could I be granted a single wish, it would be that I had eternity with you.”
“Be careful of the wishes you send out. Fate might hear you.”
“In this case, I would be most content if she did,” Drystan said. Dragons lived for two or three thousand years and for the first time, that did not seem long enough to care for Conley as he deserved. Fear caught in his throat at the idea of losing him before Drystan reminded himself he had no reason to dwell on such melancholy thoughts. Shaking off his foreboding, he focused on the celebration at hand and purposefully kept his mind on only happiness.
Chapter 9
Conley had Drystan’s heavy body pressing him into their bed, and he was enjoying the kisses they had been sharing for the last several minutes. But he did not want to get carried away and be denied his prize. All day he’d thought about Drystan’s alluring mouth wrapped around his manhood.
Pulling away slightly Drystan asked, “What ails you?”
“Nothing.”
“Then why are you not responding to my kisses with all the noises you fill my ears with each night we have done this?”
“I do not make any sounds at all during our lovemaking.” Conley lied through his teeth. He knew he could not keep them from leaking out, but it was not kind of the other drakeling to take note of it.
“You should not tell me falsehoods. Besides I am fair fond of them.”
“I believe I heard you give me a promise to suck me.”
“I require your assistance in this endeavor.”
“My manhood is stiff.”
“I know. You must educate me on how to go about it.”
“Stick it in your mouth and suck. I am unaware of any trick beyond that. Mind your teeth though, I have no wish to have my skin caught between them.”
“I cannot believe there is no more to it than that.”
“Make an attempt and we shall see,” Conley said while bumping his pelvis against Drystan to get some friction on the appendage in question. He was near to bursting just contemplating the act. Drystan would need no talent at all to see the deed done.
Drystan wiggled downward and dropped kisses on his route to lie on his belly between Conley’s bent knees. “Your scent is stronger here. I like it.”
“Good, now take it into your mouth.”
“You are proving to be most impatient,” Drystan grumbled before grasping Conley’s penis in his hand. Then his cheeks pinkened slightly before he kissed it. A second kiss was pressed to the tip before he laved it from the root to the head. Conley’s eyes rolled back into his head when finally, Drystan slid the entire thing into his mouth. Not one to be hesitant, Drystan started sucking vigorously. Conley rocked his hips and Drystan used his hands to lock them in place while he began bobbing his head up and down Conley’s length. Any pleasure he thought he’d received from the serving girl paled against the ecstasy of his mate’s touch.
Drystan was surely giving it his best. He was moving over Conley’s rod with speed and using his tongue to skate over every nerve ending he had. Conley’s balls pulled up tight against his body and he tried in vain to move, but the hold of Drystan’s hands was too strong. He was forced to endure the bliss at Drystan’s pace—which, lucky for Conley, he was one who seemed intent on driving him mad in quick order.
Conley gripped the sheet beneath him in his fists and threw his head back as he futilely hoped to make this last as long as possible. The breath was forced from his lungs in heavy pants as he called out Drystan’s name and saw spots of color beneath his closed lids. All the while, Drystan worked him over as if he had been pleasuring men for the whole of his life.
Caged by Drystan, he begged him to do something, anything before his body tore apart, unable to handle the desire coursing through it. Drystan’s efforts became renewed and his sucking more enthusiastic. Shivers ran down his spine and Conley knew the battle was lost and Drystan’s natural talent in lovemaking was the victor.
With a mighty roar, Conley gave up his seed into his mate’s willing mouth. His orgasm seemed endless but all too quickly, he returned to earth and found Drystan still softly suckling him. He looked down and their eyes met. Drystan let him fall from his lips with a pop. His face was a mess as he had obviously been unable to swallow all of Conley’s essence.
“I fair enjoyed that,” the drakeling said before swiping his hand across the lower portion of his face.
“As did I,” Conley replied with a grin before making a move to sit up. “I believe it is my turn to test my skill.”
Again Drystan’s cheeks pinked. “It will have to wait a bit.”
“I thought you found pleasure in the act. Are you not stiff?”
“My delight may have been too strong. I spilled my seed.”
Conley was pleased to hear it. “Sucking me caused your seed to spill?”
“Yes, and I have used my manhood many times in short succession. It came to be quite sore.”
“You stroked it until it was sore, and yet you had no interest in learning the ways of lovemaking?”
Drystan crawled up the bed, gave Conley a kiss, and then lay next to him. Conley enjoyed the taste of himself on Drystan’s lips. Sprawled side by side, they didn’t bother to cover themselves. “Mother told me I was not to touch anyone but my mate. I am no coward, but I fear running afoul of her.”
“I can well understand. She is not a woman to be trifled with and you wish to remain in her good favor, but were you not curious?”
“I was, but it did not harm me to learn when I did.”
“You have natural talent.” Conley could hardly boast of much experience, but he did not believe anyone would find Drystan lacking.
“I shall become adept now that I have tried all of lovemaking.”
Looking askance at the other drakeling, Conley said, “We have not had intercourse, Drystan. I fear we both have much to learn though I’ve heard much of how the deed is done.”
“Con, you do not have ladyparts. We cannot have intercourse. Were you not the one who told me children were impossible between us?”
Drystan was woefully ignorant of a great many things, Conley decided. “Men do not need ladyparts to have intercourse. They first use oil and their fingers to loosen up the entrance and then they stick their rod into a man’s backside.”
Drystan’s blue eyes went wide. “You cannot think to put your rod in my hole.”
“You cannot assume I will allow it.”
“Why did you reveal the way of it were it not of interest to you?”
“I didn’t say it was not of interest. I will admit I have been curious about it since I found out you were my mate, but I do not know if I could like it.”
“I am interested in doing that to you.”
Conley’s eyes narrowed. “Do you think to do it to me because you are of larger stature?”
“You are too prone to bringing up your short stature and comely face. These are things you cannot change; you should force yourself to grow accustomed to them.”
“You did not answer my question.”
“I like the idea of loving you. That is all. You think this would bring you pleasure? I fair like the idea of pleasuring you.”
“If you can procure some oil, we can test out the idea. Mayhap we can try the bit with the fingers and see if I enjoy it.”
“I shall have oil for us by the morrow’s eve.”
“I should like to kiss you.”
Drystan rolled his body so he was back on top of Conley. “I think enough time has passed to allow me to harden.”
“You must wish for me to u
se my mouth on you.”
After a kiss, Drystan said, “I should like to see if I enjoy it as much as you did.”
“I shall see to it that you do.”
* * *
Drystan had howled like a wounded animal as he’d spilled his seed into Conley’s mouth. Like his mate, Conley had taken great pleasure in the act and had painted the bed under him while he worked Drystan’s manhood over. Tonight they had a different sort of plan, and Conley was unsure how it would turn out. Curiosity had beset him after discovering his mate was male, but he was afeared of the act.
He’d learned the ways of lovemaking from the guardsmen in the castle in which he’d grown. They’d been a raucous group and had left little to the imagination. There was more than one man who kept the company of both sexes. They expressed that a great deal of gratification could be found between a pair of men, but Conley easily admitted the idea of having Drystan inside him that way was somewhat odd.
“Con, you are not paying attention.” They were playing chess and despite Conley’s lack of concentration, he knew he would win. He always did.
“My apologies.”
“Are you unwell?”
“I am not of advanced years Drys, how can I be unwell?”
“You have not been yourself this eve.”
Leaning forward so as not to be overhead, Conley said, “I have been thinking about our plans.”
“For our bedchamber?” Drystan asked in what Conley supposed the other drakeling thought to be a whisper, but it was nearly the same volume as his normal speaking voice.
“That.”
“We only said we would try.”
Conley knew he could not continue to discuss it in the Great Hall. He stood and picked up the precious new gift given to them by King Aeron and placed it on the mantle of one of the large fireplaces before extending his hand to Drystan. “Let us go up the stairs.”
Once they got to their room, Conley kissed his man and began removing his clothes. Drystan followed suit, yanking down the bed coverings and sprawling across the stuffed mattress in all his lovely nakedness. Lying down next to him, Conley ran his hand over Drystan’s thigh. “I am fond of your body.”
“I know. I am fond of yours.”
“I do not know why I have fear.”
“It does not matter. If you do not wish to proceed we can choose another way to find our completion.”
“I wish to know all that comes between mates.”
“I have thought on it much this day.”
Conley toyed with the hair that sprouted from Drystan’s leg. “As have I.”
“I am again your student.”
“Kiss me.”
Drystan pulled him close and lined their bodies up before taking Conley’s mouth. The caress was carnal, and Conley moaned as their tongues danced. Drystan’s hands roamed his body and Conley felt branded wherever he touched. His mate was the fuel he needed to burn from the inside out. Finding his ass, Drystan squeezed one cheek. Conley wasn’t sure if it was planned, but his fingers grazed lightly over his hole. His entire body broke out in goosebumps and he wanted more.
Tearing his mouth away, he asked, “You have the oil?”
Drystan grabbed a pouch from the table that sat next to their bed. It said a lot about Conley’s state of mind that he had not noticed it earlier.
“You will need to cover your fingers in it.”
Drystan tilted it and covered them in a light coating of the oil. “Is that the right of it?”
“How am I to know?”
“What next?”
Conley had no experience, so he could only guess as to how to proceed. “Mayhap you could try rubbing your fingers over my hole?”
With their eyes locked, Drystan shifted forward to bring them closer and then brushed Conley’s most private place with his slick digits. Nerve endings he did not even know he possessed sang with joy as Drystan circled again and again.
“How does it feel?”
“Like I want more.”
“Tell me what more you want, Con.”
“Push one inside.”
His gaze was a study in concentration as Drystan slid the tip of his finger inside Conley. It was an odd feeling; he never envisioned anything would be going into that part of his body but there was no pain and he was curious.
“A bit farther perhaps?”
Ever so slowly, Drystan answered his query. The strangeness of it was still there but his interest was rising. Conley said, “Slide it all the way in.”
Drystan complied in a leisurely fashion. As intent as he was on the mission to see if he would find this enjoyable, Conley’s penis, which had been half hard from their earlier kisses now lay placidly against his leg.
“Would you find it easier to handle if you were to spread your legs?”
“Mayhap.”
Drystan pulled his finger out, grasped Conley’s thigh and draped it over his hip before burying his digit back inside him.
“I think you should move it in and out,” Conley suggested.
With a little kiss, Drystan began sliding his finger in and out of Conley’s hole. It only took a few seconds for Conley to discover he was enjoying his attentions.
“How does it feel?”
“I like it.”
“You do not wish me to stop.”
“Nay.”
Drystan took his mouth and his tongue demanded entry while he continued to work his hole. Conley’s blood flowed south as their caresses became more voracious.
“Mayhap you could try it with two,” Conley mouthed the words against Drystan’s lips.
“I fear harming you. Shall I apply more oil?”
“Aye.”
Drystan used the oil liberally and then worked two digits ever so slowly into Conley’s hole after they resumed their former positions. The entry was tighter and Conley squirmed a bit as his body adjusted to the invasion. Pain never arrived, and he was glad. He was becoming enamored of the idea of joining with Drystan in this intimate way. Once all the way inside him, Drystan picked up where he left off and their mouths met while he pumped in and out of Conley’s now eager hole.
This time when Conley shifted his body slightly it was to further his pleasure and it worked. Drystan’s fingers hit a spot which had him yelling out his name.
“Do it again,” he demanded after biting down hard on Drystan’s bottom lip.
“This?” he asked as he applied more pressure to a magic button Conley had not known he possessed.
“Oh yes,” he bellowed as Drystan continued to set him alight. Conley gripped his biceps and dug his short fingernails into his skin. His penis was like a pillar of stone, and he panted because breathing was becoming impossible. He could feel Drystan’s hardness against him and he desperately wanted to feel it inside him. Conley nibbled Drystan on the chin before thrusting his tongue into his mouth.
“More oil. Then three fingers. Now Drystan. Now.”
Moving quickly Drystan sloshed oil all over his hand and Conley rolled to his back. He bent his knees and thrust them toward his chest. Slapping his palms to his calves, he spread his legs until it was near painful. Drystan shuffled across the mattress until he was between Conley’s curled toes.
When he returned his fingers to Conley’s hole he continued to show his patience in ensuring he was not hurt. Slowly he worked them in and there was a slight pinch, but it soon was replaced with pleasure. Drystan finally succeeded in getting all three digits inside him and tormented him by hitting the enchanted place inside him over and over again.
Soon Conley could bear it no longer. His balls were tightening and he knew he would not last. “Drys, you. I want you inside me.”
The words made no sense. Drystan’s fingers were already deep inside but he knew what Conley meant. He pulled his hand away and grabbed the oil again. This time Conley watched with rapt interest as he used his glistening hand to coat his hard penis.
“You must tell me to stop if it brings you pain,” Drystan said a
s he lined his body up against Conley. He grabbed his rod and pressed it against Conley’s center. “I will go slow.”
“I know.”
True to his word, Drystan pressed forward so slowly Conley feared they would be dragons before he was finished, but he was grateful he was showing such care. His manhood was bigger than his fingers and Conley could feel himself being spread open wide. The feeling was as unexpected as it was wonderful. He wanted more yet he feared what was to come. His mind was beyond muddled.
Finally, the head popped past the first barrier and they grinned at one another. Another hurdle behind them and Conley let out the breath he had not realized he was holding. He had been waiting for pain which never materialized. Drystan gently continued his forward assault and soon all of him was buried inside of Conley’s welcoming body.
“I am inside,” Drystan exclaimed in triumph.
“I am aware,” Conley deadpanned.
“Shall I move in and out?”
“Unless you wish to carry out the rest of our lives in this manner.”
Drystan’s laughter trailed off into a moan, and he began rocking his body back and forth. His hands went to Conley’s hips and held them in a grip that gave him no quarter. Conley held on as Drystan began moving with more forceful thrusts. It was pleasing but it lacked the potency of his fingers against the wondrous place inside him.
As was becoming his habit in their bedtime activities, Drystan showed his natural ability and angled Conley’s body upward. It caused his penis to scrape over his most pleasurable spot, and he cried out his mate’s name and demanded he move faster. Drystan complied, and soon they were galloping toward a furious finish.
Conley’s head thrashed against his pillow as Drystan pounded against his body. This was beyond his imaginings, and he let go of one leg to stroke himself. The tip was leaking and he used the wetness to glide his hand over his manhood. Drystan was all but growling above him as he continued to pummel his way in and out of Conley’s body. It was only seconds later when Conley sensed the end was near. His balls erupted in a near violent way, and his seed spilled all over his hand in a geyser. It was the most intense pleasure he had yet experienced.
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