by Liv Rider
“You mean, am I going to turn into a dragon during? No.” Mitchell kissed his cheek, then his shoulder, moving until he could push Shaun down against the mattress.
Shaun hummed happily at Mitchell settling on top of him. “That’s a relief. But it’s no different than sex with a human?”
Mitchell considered that, then smiled smugly. “Well, it’ll be the best sex of your life.”
Shaun laughed at that, desire running down his spine. “Another fated mates thing, huh? I’ll hold you to that.”
“And if it isn’t, we’ll just have to do it again.” Mitchell kissed his neck, making Shaun moan as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin of his neck.
He bucked up against Mitchell, whimpering when he did it again. There was a low growl, and Mitchell sounded pleased. His cock was achingly hard, and he needed relief. “You’d have to find some lube first.”
“Who says I haven’t already?” Mitchell’s breath was hot against his skin. “I didn’t want to tell you until I’d found the condoms.”
“Now you tell me!” He tried to get out from underneath Mitchell. His pants had to come off right now.
Mitchell just looked amused while Shaun swore at his own belt. “I was distracted.”
“By what?” Shaun lifted his hips to slide his pants down his thighs.
“You.” Mitchell’s eyes swept down his body. “You were very distracting, being half-naked and on top of me while rubbing my back.”
He kicked his pants off the bed. “I didn’t hear any complaints.” He kissed Mitchell, pushing him until he was lying on his back so Shaun could straddle him. He only had to grind down and Mitchell groaned into the kiss, grabbing the back of Shaun’s neck to pull him closer.
“Definitely no complaints,” Mitchell managed, his other hand sliding down Shaun’s back to cup his ass, fondling it before tugging on his boxers.
Shaun kept grinding down, moaning at the friction and pleasure fizzing up his body. He could feel Mitchell’s hard cock rub against his own. He kissed Mitchell again, feeling him rock up, and that made it even better. The kiss didn’t last long, both of them needing air as they ground against each other. Mitchell’s other hand had slid down Shaun’s back too, slipping underneath the waistband of his boxers.
Shaun whimpered against Mitchell’s neck when both hands cupped his ass. He wanted more than this, but that would involve moving and taking off their boxers and fiddly things with a condom wrapper and not getting to touch Mitchell for several seconds.
It would be worth it, he reminded himself, as he rested his hands on Mitchell’s chest and pushed himself up. “Boxers.”
Mitchell just looked him up and down again, eyes lingering on aforementioned boxers. “Yes.”
“They have to come off.” Shaun felt pleased he wasn’t the only one distracted by bare skin under his fingers. He slid off of Mitchell again, mourning the loss of contact, and wasted no time pulling his boxers off. Mitchell had done half the work for him already.
When Mitchell was also gloriously naked, Shaun pressed himself closer to kiss him again. His hand slid down Mitchell’s chest and abs, down to his cock, and Mitchell groaned when Shaun wrapped his fingers around it.
It was thick and hard in his hand, and Shaun pumped his first up and down slowly. He hoped Mitchell’s lube would be enough.
“Shaun,” Mitchell groaned, thrusting into his grip, “we need to—if you keep doing that, I’m gonna come.”
Well, that was the goal, but not yet. “Lube?”
Mitchell rolled away to throw him a half-empty bottle. “We don’t have to do this tonight.” He must have seen some apprehension in Shaun’s eyes. “There’re plenty of other things we can do, and—”
“No.” Shaun popped open the cap. “I want to.” He really wanted to. “Besides, your dick won’t get any smaller if we wait a week.”
Mitchell laughed at that. “Well, no. Do you want me to help, or…?”
Shaun was sure that if Mitchell touched him to prepare him, he’d be the one coming. “Better if I do it myself. You worry about the condom.” He wouldn’t be able to do that himself with lube-slicked fingers.
“So bossy,” Mitchell muttered, but he smiled and grabbed the condom wrapper.
Shaun knew he shouldn’t rush this as he awkwardly spread the lube around his asshole. It had been a while since he had last had sex, and he shouldn’t let his enthusiasm override his common sense.
But when Mitchell finished with the condom and sat up, Shaun dropped the lube. He could always use more if it turned out to be necessary.
“How do you want to—oh.” Mitchell paused when Shaun sat up, moving to straddle him again. “I don’t know why I asked. Wait.”
Shaun paused. Did Mitchell not want him to be on top? Some guys could be funny about that, figuring that if you were on the receiving end, you had no business being on top. But Mitchell just moved to sit against the headboard, using some pillows to make himself comfortable. Shaun crawled over to him, kissing him again as he straddled Mitchell’s lap. He moaned when one of Mitchell’s hands found his cock, stroking it a few times. “Okay, let’s try this.” The bottle of lube was still within reach.
“Anything I can do?” Mitchell’s hands were resting on Shaun’s hips.
“Just sit there and don’t move and be patient.” The whole point of doing it like this was so he could control the pace. “Um, please?”
“You can take as long as you like. I’ll sit here and enjoy the view.”
Shaun gave him a quick smile, glad Mitchell let him take the lead. He reached to wrap his hand around the base of Mitchell’s cock again, and Mitchell’s breath hitched. He had his other hand on Mitchell’s shoulder, and he slowly lowered himself down, nodding when he felt the tip of his cock.
A minor adjustment and it nudged against his asshole. He glanced at Mitchell, who was looking a little wild-eyed, but his hold on Shaun’s hips was loose. “Patience,” he repeated, then pushed down.
He spread his thighs wider, sucking in a breath as he pushed down again. When he breathed out, he moved, and something started to push in. It felt awkward, but it always did at this stage. He repeated the cycle a few more times, breathing in and out, and he was sure it was working.
Mitchell’s grip on his hips, meanwhile, had tightened. “Shaun.” His voice was ragged. “Are you sure there’s nothing I can do?” His hands slid down to cup his ass, spreading his cheeks, and Shaun pushed down again. He reached to grab the lube, using his fingers to add more.
“This is fine.” He kissed Mitchell’s cheek. “This is good.” Mitchell wasn’t shoving his hips down or whining he should hurry, for one.
Mitchell hummed, then kissed his neck. “I think we can do better than that.” One of his hands slid forward, wrapping around Shaun’s cock again. “Yes?”
Shaun nodded, then whimpered when Mitchell slowly moved his hand up and down. The pleasure from that, and from Mitchell’s lips against his neck, made it easier and so much better when he pushed down again. He gasped, feeling himself stretch to take Mitchell’s cock inside of him. The hand stroking his cock chased the brief flare of pain away.
He wanted it. He wanted that cock inside of him and to hear Mitchell moan in pleasure. He thought of that the next time he tried to take more, hissing against the pain, and feeling Mitchell press reassuring kisses against his neck and jaw.
“As slow as you like,” Mitchell murmured, his breathing rough.
It only spurred him on. Mitchell had amazing self-restraint, but there were limits to it. Like that kiss last night, when Mitchell thought Shaun was with Chris. Shaun wanted Mitchell to stop worrying for a second and lose himself in the pleasure.
He pushed down hard, gritting his teeth and yes, that was it, the head of Mitchell’s cock was fully inside of him.
Mitchell had stopped stroking his cock, and he let out a whimper with his head still buried in Shaun’s neck.
Shaun was panting as he let go of Mitchell’s cock. He was still gett
ing used to the girth when Mitchell raised his head to look at him. It didn’t surprise Shaun to see the slitted pupils again.
“Shaun, please.”
“Please what?” he whispered, although he had a pretty good idea what Mitchell wanted. His own breathing was rough too.
“I need….”
“Yeah?”
“I need you.” Mitchell kissed him, his mouth hot and urgent against Shaun’s. “I need you, please.”
He moved down a few inches, making Mitchell groan into the kiss and pull back. “Still want me to go slow?” Shaun smiled when he watched Mitchell shake his head. “Good.” He rested both hands on Mitchell’s shoulders now. “We can go slow some other time.” He shuddered when he slid down a few more inches.
Mitchell kissed his jaw. “Next time.”
There would be so many next times. But right now, it felt too good to move down and take more of Mitchell’s cock, letting himself be filled, and listening to Mitchell’s quiet whimpers.
Mitchell also started stroking Shaun’s cock again, although that increased the risk of making him come too soon. For now, though, it was fine. It was better than fine.
When he rocked into Mitchell’s grip, he took more of his cock, all the way until he felt Mitchell’s thighs. He sat there for a moment, resting against Mitchell. He’d done it.
Mitchell’s other hand stroked his back. “You feel so good.”
Shaun hummed in agreement. He felt amazing.
Moving felt even better than amazing. He started out carefully, sliding a few inches up and down, groaning at the sensation of being filled again. He pushed Mitchell’s hand away from his cock. “Too good,” he murmured. “Don’t want to—not yet.”
Mitchell wrapped his arms around him, and Shaun clung to him in return, his cock pressed against Mitchell’s stomach. He’d never felt anything like it. Not this pleasure fizzing up his spine. Not this urge for more. He rolled his hips, grinning when Mitchell groaned. “You can move,” he panted. “Please move.” He wanted to Mitchell to drive himself deeper.
Mitchell did, rocking up slowly at first, and gaining momentum when Shaun moaned against him. His hands grabbed Shaun’s hips again. Not to push him down, but to guide him to find the right rhythm.
Shaun’s fingers dug into Mitchell’s back, moaning against his shoulders. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. “Mitchell,” he managed, closing his eyes. “Mitchell, please.” He wasn’t sure what he was asking for, but Mitchell took it as a request to speed up and Shaun was not complaining about that.
He felt his orgasm building. His cock was still pressed between their bodies, the friction only adding to the sensations coursing through him. Shaun sped up, pushing himself down harder, needing more. He was so close. Only a bit more, just a little longer.
He groaned against Mitchell’s shoulder as he came, his eyes closed and his vision white. He moaned as pleasure washed over him, safe and secure in Mitchell’s strong arms. The intense sensation ebbed away slowly, and Mitchell was still thrusting up.
Shaun whimpered as Mitchell’s movements kept sending aftershocks of hot pleasure through him. “So good,” he panted.
Mitchell’s fingers dug into his hips, keeping Shaun from moving too much. The thrusts came faster, more erratic, until Mitchell pulled Shaun down to bury himself as deep as possible.
He felt more than heard Mitchell groan as he came, shuddering against him. When Mitchell’s hold on him relaxed, Shaun pushed himself up with some difficulty. When had his arms turned into spaghetti? He let himself collapse onto the bed, smiling up at Mitchell. “You were right.”
Mitchell blinked, settling down next to him and dealing with the condom. “About what?” he asked, leaving it on the wrapper on top of the nightstand.
“Best sex ever.” He had never come that hard or intense before in his life, or enjoyed himself so much. “You?” he asked, when Mitchell remained quiet.
Mitchell lay down next to him. “Definitely best sex ever.”
Shaun rolled over to press himself against Mitchell, wrapping one arm around his waist. It didn’t matter that they were sweaty and Mitchell’s stomach was sticky from his come. He wanted to be close. He wanted to rest his head on Mitchell’s chest and listen to his frantic heartbeat slow down. When Mitchell put one arm around him, Shaun sighed happily.
“Until next time.”
Shaun smiled at that, cuddling closer. “We can’t have better sex every time.”
“We can try.”
He wouldn‘t argue with that.
“I promised you something else, though.”
Shaun’s fuzzy brain finally remembered. “A flight!” He pressed a kiss against Mitchell’s chest. “No need to go right now.” He wanted to lie here with Mitchell, and not move another muscle.
“Okay. As soon as you want to.” Mitchell kissed the top of his head.
“Is it always going to be like this?” Shaun traced circles across Mitchell’s skin with his free hand. “Like I can’t keep my hands off you for a single second?”
“I don’t know.”
Shaun pushed himself up to his elbow. “You don’t know?”
Mitchell eyed him, smiling softly. “I don’t. It’s not like I’ve had a fated mate before, you know.”
“Yeah, but other people have. They’d know. Dale and—” He stopped himself, realizing that he didn’t want to discuss those details with his sister. “Never mind, let’s find out together.”
There was a faint flush across Mitchell’s cheeks as he laughed. “Agreed.”
Shaun settled back down. It was reassuring that there were some things about shifters Mitchell didn’t know either.
They both fell silent, and Shaun heard music drift in through the open window. “Sounds like we’re missing a wonderful party.”
Mitchell pulled him closer. “I like this one more.”
Shaun smiled against his chest. “Definitely.” He hoped his sister was having fun. She deserved it.
They lay in comfortable silence, Shaun watching the sky turn dark while Mitchell idly stroked his back. As tempting as it was to close his eyes and fall asleep like this, there was still Mitchell’s offer.
“You up for letting me on top again?” He grinned at Mitchell, then nodded at the night sky outside.
Mitchell followed his gaze. “Anytime.” He kissed Shaun, then got up to walk over to the window. “You should put some clothes on, then meet me outside in the parking lot in front.”
Shaun had already put his boxers back on before he realized Mitchell wasn’t grabbing his clothes. “What about you?”
Mitchell smiled. “Dragons don’t wear clothes.”
“But you wore clothes when you shifted.”
“Whatever I wear shifts along with me, and if I don’t wear anything….” He trailed off and shrugged. “It doesn’t matter.”
He watched Mitchell lean out the window to look outside. The sight of Mitchell’s naked back and naked ass and naked everything made him forget all about flying for a moment.
“I can’t see anyone out here. They must all be inside.”
“Wait.” Mitchell wasn’t about to do what Shaun thought he was about to do. “You can’t just fling yourself out of a window!”
Mitchell turned to smile at him. “I used to do it all the time when I lived with my parents. We’re high up enough that I can shift in time.”
Shaun wanted to argue, because it sounded dangerous and how the hell were they going to explain Mitchell naked on the lawn outside? But Mitchell was the shifter, and presumably knew what he was doing. “Are you sure?”
Mitchell glanced outside again. “Yeah.” He smirked at Shaun. “Unless you want me to put on clothes?”
Shaun laughed. “Fine, do it your way. But I’m gonna laugh if you fall flat on your face.”
“Dragons do not fall flat on their face!” Mitchell sounded annoyed. “Not once we’ve learned to fly, at least.”
Shaun tried to imagine a small dragon learning to fly.
“If Dale and Emily have kids….”
“Chances are good they’ll be dragon shifters, yes.”
“Oh, wow.” He might become an uncle to tiny dragon shifters. How early did they start to shift? As babies? Toddlers? Would a toddler dragon having a tantrum set him on fire? “Oh, no.”
Mitchell laughed, walking over to pull him into a hug and kiss his forehead. “Told you I’m going to be the best uncle.”
Shaun kissed him. “We’ll see about that.” Just because Mitchell could turn into a dragon did not automatically make him the best uncle. “Anyway, you promised me a flight. Go on.”
Mitchell let go of him, going back to the window. “Parking lot out front. See you there.”
Shaun was about to ask if a place further away from the Inn wouldn’t be better, but Mitchell had already flung himself out the window. For a split-second, Shaun’s heart was in his throat, expecting a dull thud.
Instead, there was the sharp crack of wings against air, and a dark shape flying in front of the window.
Shaun ran over, looking up to see Mitchell circle high above the Inn before descending again.
He was already at the door before he realized he should put more clothes on, and rifle through Mitchell’s clothes to find the room’s keycard so they could get back in.
He rushed through the lobby, glad to see no one else out there. There was music and laughter coming from down the hallway.
Once he was outside and in the parking lot, he had to shield his eyes against the lights to see Mitchell across the parking lot, close to the trees. He ran over, laughing when he noticed that the dragon was sitting neatly within the lines of two empty spots.
Mitchell head-butted his shoulder, and Shaun reached out to stroke his face and neck.
“You are gorgeous,” he whispered, feeling the warm, smooth scales underneath his fingertips.
Under the artificial light, Mitchell’s green scales looked a lot brighter than they had last night, and black where he was cast in shadow.
Mitchell let out a pleased rumble, rubbing his cheek against Shaun’s arm.
It reminded Shaun of Rumple rubbing herself against Dale, but he decided not to share that observation with Mitchell. He’d been touchy enough about Shaun joking he’d fall on his face. He’d have to ask if ‘sensitive ego’ was another dragon shifter thing.
