“Now, I’m not human. I’m not drakcol either. I’m a…” I couldn’t even think of a word for what I was. “I’m in a body that aches all the time. All of these senses are driving my brain to panic. I’m overstimulated, and I don’t know how to cope.
“I think…” I trailed off. “I think I’m lost right now. Just really lost.”
His hand slid up my spine, flattening to hold me securely. “Youaremy wayward soul.”
I smiled, hiding against his chest. “I like that.”
Fyn kissed the top of my head. “I am with you, Caleb. I always will be.”
I peeked up at him. “You are the one thing I’m certain of, Sunshine, the only thing that’s keeping me in place so I don’t rip apart.”
He cupped my chin and angled it until his lips brushed mine. The shock from the light touch raced down my spine, making the tip of my tail tingle, and settled in my cock that bucked. Fyn kept the kiss soft as he traced my lips with his, nibbling them. He nipped my bottom lip, ripping a low groan from me. His tongue darted out to steal any sting.
With a feral groan, I mashed my mouth to his. His tongue dipped into mine and slid over me. Our tongues tangled in a slow dance, twining and tasting. I wrapped my arms around him and my tail instinctively coiled around his, and Fyn held me back, keeping the pace unhurried.
I didn’t know if this kiss was leading somewhere or not, and I didn’t care. At the moment, my anxieties had quieted and the overwhelming pressure of everything had vanished.
It was just us. Just me and Zoltilvoxfyn. Nothing else.
My hips canted forward, and my cock rubbed against his stomach. I jolted from the roughness of his scales dragging over my shaft. Fyn slowed, probably fearing I was becoming overstimulated, but I wasn’t; I wanted more. I wanted him.
I pressed forward, chasing his lips, and rutted against him. The movement jarred my lower spine, but not enough to hurt, as long as I didn’t go too fast or hard. Fyn growled, gripping my ass. He kneaded the cheeks, pulling them apart, making my pucker twitch.
“Fyn,” I cried, one iota away from begging. “I need you.”
“We need to talk about permissions.”
We did—things were different now—but I didn’t want to. My cock felt as hard as a rock, throbbing with need as pre-cum leaked from the tip and slid down my shaft. I couldn’t stop now.
“Can we jerk each other off?” I asked. “No fucking. Just coming together. Please.”
“Soft or hard?” he asked.
“Soft.” I was not opposed to hard, but I couldn’t take it right now.
“Can I be in control?”
“Yes.” I trusted Fyn implicitly; besides, I didn’t know what felt nice or not. Fyn did.
His lips pressed against mine, claiming me. Carefully, Sunshine rolled me to my back, and my wings sprawled over the bed. His white hair caressed my cheeks and the hard metal of his nipple rings dragged over my scales as he rocked into me.
Fyn slid his cock along mine, both slippery with pre-cum, and I ripped my mouth away from his. “Fuck,” I bit out, clutching his back. “Fuck, Sunshine.”
“Should I stop?”
“Don’t you dare.”
He chuckled, head bowing toward me. “I love you.”
“I love you too, but hurry the fuck up. I’m desperate.”
Kissing the column of my neck, tongue flicking out occasionally, Fyn thrust his cock against mine. I arched, matching his movements as well as I could. His ring dragged against my cock, hitting the sensitive head, and made me whimper.
My tail at some point had switched to his leg and practically strangled Fyn’s calf while I clutched his back so tight that I worried my claws would puncture his scales.
He lifted off me to wrap his fingers around the base of our dicks and jerked up. I shifted my hands to his shoulders, squeezing, and looked down. There was something so erotic about seeing mine and his cock pressed together as Zoltolvoxfyn pumped us in long, unhurried strokes.
Our pearly pre-cum mixed and slid down, easing the glide of his palm as he pleased us. He slid up, then his thumb teased the head of my cock, and I groaned. The ring of his piercing pushed into the crown with each pass and had me seeing stars.
