body, dragging down along Jules’ spine. He would know Jules anywhere just by feel, no matter how dark it was. He closed his eyes, testing to see if the scent of his lover differed now, since the change. Jules still smelled like himself, only it was deeper, more. Lem approved.
“Do I need to bathe, Lem?”
“No, you smell perfect just as you are.” He wouldn’t change a thing.
Jules smiled for him, then reached for their erections, stroking them with a slow, dragging touch. Lem’s eyes dropped shut, and he opened his mouth to let out the needy sound that was inside him. It felt so good.
Jules touched them, stroked them, over and over. He made himself open his eyes, wanting to see Jules’ face, to watch as pleasure grew in his prince. There was a heat in Jules’ eyes, an inner glow. Finding his dragon had brought confidence to his prince. Growling happily, Lem brought their mouths together, tasting that confidence and pleasure for himself.
By the winds themselves, Jules had deserved this.
Lem began to rock up, meeting Jules’ eager body and driving the rhythm faster. Lem would swear their hearts were beating together, pounding in unison. A deep growl pushed out of him, his pleasure too big to contain. Jules growled right back, surprising and filling him with joy.
He bit at Jules’ lower lip, letting his teeth sink in to sting. The surprised growl tickled him, the sound pure dragon. He wanted to roll them, put Jules beneath him and drive them together. That honor went to Jules today, though, so he did not. The rhythm was rough, untried, but his Jules managed it.
“Soon,” he warned, the pleasure heavy in his sacs.
“Yes. Yes, soon. Us.”
“Making my pleasure so big.” He bucked into Jules’ touch.
“Good. Good. Us. Good.”
“Yes!” He cried out, his pleasure spilling from him in uncontrolled waves.
Jules followed right behind, as if the splash of heat drew more from his prince. Lem pulled Jules down onto him, panting as he fought to catch his breath. Jules cuddled in, stomach rumbling quite audibly.
“You’re hungry!” It was a good sign.
“Starving. Is there food?”
“Two rabbits roasting over the fire.”
“Is that what I smell?”
“Uh-huh. There’s that and leftover berries for you.”
“Us. Here we’re us.”
“Yes, Jules.” He gave Jules a kiss, smiling.
“Yes, Lem.” Jules laughed for him.
“Absolutely yes.”
He would do his best to make sure that laughter always filled their days.
***
Jules found himself walking about the trees, completely unsure of what should happen next. He wished that time could stop for a moment so he could catch up to the world.
Lem was scouting, looking to see if he could find anything out. What was there to find? Was he going home? If he went home, would they smell the dragon on him?
As he looked, a dragon appeared in the sky. Jules recognized his Lem immediately. His own dragon tried to come to the fore, and he tamped it back down.
Flying in, Lem landed a few feet away, the huge wings folding up. The rush to join Lem hit Jules again, tore at him.
Lem looked at him, then growled softly, the sound encouraging. His dragon growled back, like he had no control.
Lem vocalized again, calling to him. *Fly with me*
Just like that, Jules’ dragon escaped, eager and needing his mate, his bonded. *Fly!*
Lem took to the sky with him, and they climbed together. Lem was beautiful, silvery and shiny, tempting him into the sky. They circled each other, flying higher and higher. The wind rushing past his skin made him ache, made him want to go faster and faster still.
Lem began to twist and turn, doing loop-do-loops and circles in the air. Jules vibrated, curious and eager, but scared. Lem’s encouragement made him bold, had him following.
He found his wings weren’t necessary, more for landing and taking off than moving. The wind did all the work, his body using it instinctively.
He could see the magic in Lem, the strands pouring
“Do I need to bathe, Lem?”
“No, you smell perfect just as you are.” He wouldn’t change a thing.
Jules smiled for him, then reached for their erections, stroking them with a slow, dragging touch. Lem’s eyes dropped shut, and he opened his mouth to let out the needy sound that was inside him. It felt so good.
Jules touched them, stroked them, over and over. He made himself open his eyes, wanting to see Jules’ face, to watch as pleasure grew in his prince. There was a heat in Jules’ eyes, an inner glow. Finding his dragon had brought confidence to his prince. Growling happily, Lem brought their mouths together, tasting that confidence and pleasure for himself.
By the winds themselves, Jules had deserved this.
Lem began to rock up, meeting Jules’ eager body and driving the rhythm faster. Lem would swear their hearts were beating together, pounding in unison. A deep growl pushed out of him, his pleasure too big to contain. Jules growled right back, surprising and filling him with joy.
He bit at Jules’ lower lip, letting his teeth sink in to sting. The surprised growl tickled him, the sound pure dragon. He wanted to roll them, put Jules beneath him and drive them together. That honor went to Jules today, though, so he did not. The rhythm was rough, untried, but his Jules managed it.
“Soon,” he warned, the pleasure heavy in his sacs.
“Yes. Yes, soon. Us.”
“Making my pleasure so big.” He bucked into Jules’ touch.
“Good. Good. Us. Good.”
“Yes!” He cried out, his pleasure spilling from him in uncontrolled waves.
Jules followed right behind, as if the splash of heat drew more from his prince. Lem pulled Jules down onto him, panting as he fought to catch his breath. Jules cuddled in, stomach rumbling quite audibly.
“You’re hungry!” It was a good sign.
“Starving. Is there food?”
“Two rabbits roasting over the fire.”
“Is that what I smell?”
“Uh-huh. There’s that and leftover berries for you.”
“Us. Here we’re us.”
“Yes, Jules.” He gave Jules a kiss, smiling.
“Yes, Lem.” Jules laughed for him.
“Absolutely yes.”
He would do his best to make sure that laughter always filled their days.
***
Jules found himself walking about the trees, completely unsure of what should happen next. He wished that time could stop for a moment so he could catch up to the world.
Lem was scouting, looking to see if he could find anything out. What was there to find? Was he going home? If he went home, would they smell the dragon on him?
As he looked, a dragon appeared in the sky. Jules recognized his Lem immediately. His own dragon tried to come to the fore, and he tamped it back down.
Flying in, Lem landed a few feet away, the huge wings folding up. The rush to join Lem hit Jules again, tore at him.
Lem looked at him, then growled softly, the sound encouraging. His dragon growled back, like he had no control.
Lem vocalized again, calling to him. *Fly with me*
Just like that, Jules’ dragon escaped, eager and needing his mate, his bonded. *Fly!*
Lem took to the sky with him, and they climbed together. Lem was beautiful, silvery and shiny, tempting him into the sky. They circled each other, flying higher and higher. The wind rushing past his skin made him ache, made him want to go faster and faster still.
Lem began to twist and turn, doing loop-do-loops and circles in the air. Jules vibrated, curious and eager, but scared. Lem’s encouragement made him bold, had him following.
He found his wings weren’t necessary, more for landing and taking off than moving. The wind did all the work, his body using it instinctively.
He could see the magic in Lem, the strands pouring
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