Dragon Scales by Sasha L. Miller Page A

take it.
    Isaia growled something, sliding his hand from Amantea's hip to his cock, and that one touch was enough to set Amantea off. He came hard, harder than he had in months, maybe years, and he collapsed to the blanket, his mind absolutely blank. He gasped for air, letting Isaia manhandle him around so he was laying on his back.
    "That..." Amantea started but couldn't form more words than that. He instead pulled Isaia close by the simple expedient of wrapping an arm around his neck and kissed him, messily and utterly without any skill, but Amantea was fairly certain that conveyed his point more eloquently than words.
    Isaia shifted against him, his hard cock pressing against Amantea's thigh. Amantea reached down with his free hand, curving his hand around it. It was slick and hot, heavy in Amantea's hand. If it weren't covered with slick, he'd taste it. As it was, he stroked Isaia's cock firmly, drawing Isaia into several more messy kisses until Isaia spilled into Amantea's hand with a growl and a kiss that drew the breath from Amantea.
    Amantea shifted closer, lazily pressing kisses to Isaia's mouth and chin, content to laze in the sunlight. Isaia seemed to agree; he draped an arm over Amantea's stomach and threw a leg over Amantea's, as though to keep him there. Amantea dozed off after a few minutes, happy for the first time in weeks.
    When Amantea woke, he was still tangled in Isaia's arms. The sun was starting to set, and he was starting to get a little chilly, despite Isaia's warmth. Still, he didn't move, shifting to rest his head against Isaia's chest.
    He'd never imagined this would be the outcome of his trip here. He'd thought he might be able to get closure, but not that he'd find Isaia, and that Isaia would return his affections. What happened next, he wasn't sure. He couldn't go home yet, not without knowing where to find Isaia, and he didn't want Isaia to be stuck waiting for him here.
    Isaia's chest grumbled then, the only warning Amantea got before Isaia pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "Evening."
    "Mmm," Amantea said. He shifted so he could look Isaia in the face. "How are you?" Amantea wanted to kick himself the moment the words left his mouth, but Isaia only smiled, slow and sure, and leaned in to kiss him.
    "My leg is cramped and I'm fairly certain a stone has assimilated into my arm," Isaia said when he pulled away. "But you're still here—"
    "What do you mean, still?" Amantea interrupted, frowning. "Where would I have gone?"
    "Into the house?" Isaia suggested, but then he sighed. He combed his fingers through Amantea's hair. "I was worried you might change your mind."
    Amantea balled up his hand and thwacked it against Isaia's chest. Isaia winced.
    "Well, you're young—" Isaia started, and Amantea hit him again. Isaia grabbed his hand, continuing, "—and I'm sure you've got better prospects than a grumpy dragon who says all the wrong things and has a penchant for not dressing—"
    "I like that part," Amantea said. He detangled himself from Isaia. "And if you imply again that my age somehow makes me incapable of anything, I'll port you to the other side of the world when you're not paying attention."
    "I always pay attention to you," Isaia said, sitting up. "I'm sorry. I just don't understand why you'd settle for me, is all."
    Amantea sniffed. "Fishing for compliments is bad form." Isaia laughed softly, and Amantea reluctantly gave in. "You take me seriously, most of the time. My nest is... stifling. I didn't realize how much so until I left and found you. You're everything the other faeries aren't." Amantea huffed because he wasn't explaining himself very well. "You helped me save my nest, when you could've dealt with Naldo and not bothered about the rest of it. You saved Naldo, and you could've let him die, especially after everything he did. You saved me instead of letting me drown. You..." Amantea sighed. "I don't want a flit. I want you."
    Isaia smiled, the expression softening his whole