Page 45 of No Potions Needed

“Enough. Watching out for the window.”

“You’d think they’d have dragon proof by now.”

A second later, my break was over, and his mouth was back on me. He kissed up and down my shaft on one side and then the other. Somewhere beyond the hum of my own pleasure the lube bottle snapped open and a second later Othoni slid a hesitant, exploratory finger into me. I sighed, relaxing around the digit as his mouth continued its delicate work on my dick.

I wanted to lose myself to his mouth and hands touching me, but the window was there, keeping me all too aware of everything I was. I wasn’t on edge, but I was in the moment, reveling in every lick of his tongue and rocking of his fingers as I leaned on my elbows.

Othoni rose, to his feet swiftly, catching me off guard so that I found myself flat on my back with him holding my legs up. My head just cleared the danger zone of the window.

“Still comfy?” Othoni asked, smirking.

“I am,” I chuckled. “You’re stronger than you look.”

“Jaguars will drag dead prey for miles when we have to. Even up into trees. You’re not resisting and you’re not dead weight. So this is easy,” he grinned wrapping his arms around my calves as he spoke. “I expected you to weigh more or feel like you weighed more.”

“I could, probably,” I laughed. “We’ll have to test that another time. One more thing before our claiming vows---”

“I’m not a prude. I expect to see some of your partners,” Othoni cut me off.

“I wasn’t going to say that. I was going to say I’m sorry ahead of time. My memories are grief now and you seem pretty empathetic most of the time,” I frowned.

“I am but I’m also more resilient than you think,” he said. “A little grief or a lot of grief isn’t going to scare me off.”

“It’s just not something that I want to put anyone else through.”

“Who’s in his head now?” Othoni asked.

“We’re mates. It’s my turn to wonder if I’m too much.”

“Nah,” Othoni shook his head. “Maybe for lesser men and those with the emotional intelligence of a split atom. You’re not too heavy, you’re not too horny, and you’re certainly not too emotional. If I wanted someone lighter, softer, and emotionally numb I’d marry a paper mâché rock. I don’t know if how we go about our claiming vows tipped you off, but we view mateship pretty equally. Things go both ways and not just in the bedroom.”

He let my feet drop to the floor and leaned over me for a kiss. I held him close, caressing his back and sides as our tongues danced between our mouths. I never wanted to let go of him. So, I wrapped my legs around him as an extra way to keep him all pressed up against me.

“You want me like this?” Othoni whispered in my ear.

“Yeah,” I nodded. “I like you all up close and personal.”

I dropped one foot to the floor and felt around for the lube bottle before snatching it up with my toes and tossing it up onto the window seat. Othoni laughed, called me a show off, and stood up long enough to give me a show of lube drizzling over his cock before he pumped his fist over himself and then set to work with his fingers again. I hooked my ankle around the back of his knee until he leaned in closer for a kiss as his long, nimble fingers rocked inside me. Little pulses of pleasure moved with his fingers as I kissed him hard. We were both erect and ready more than ever to be inside the other’s head. My dragon let out a low, mechanical-sounding purr, wanting more of Othoni.

His head rose as if he heard my dragon calling out for him. Without the claiming vows he and his jaguar couldn’t hear us but he moved as if he could.

“Scent and body language,”my dragon offered up as explanation.“And he’s ready too. His cock is glistening with pre-cum.”

I licked my lips as Othoni reached down and took his beautiful dick in hand again. I swallowed a groan as his hand pumped over his cock. He was so fucking gorgeous, his face all screwed up in desire and pleasure as he stroked himself. My breath caught in my lungs for a second and I forced it out on the back of a ring of smoke that I waved away.

“Smoke is okay,” Othoni whispered. “It’s natural. It’s you.”

“You don’t need lung cancer.”

“If I can survive all the magical bonfires of my pard, I can survive you,” Othoni said, dropping his dick and stepping between my legs again. He ran his soft hands up and down my chest and stomach before taking his dick up again and rubbing its plump head between my ass cheeks. I let out a long slow breath, relaxing under his touch as he pushed into me, the first few inches. I brought my legs up around him as my body made room for him. His gaze met mine and he blushed. Reaching up, I stroked his flushed cheek and mouthed that he’d be okay. That we’d both be okay.

“First times are always nerve wrecking,” I said aloud a second later.

“You’re tight,” he whispered as if it were a secret. “Even after foreplay.”

“Biologically, we’re different, mate.”

“I knew that but… I don’t know what,” he laughed. “I’ve never topped but I---”

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