Aster started, his eyes fluttering open. He hadn’t even realized he’d closed them.
“Oh,” he said, fingers stilling. His nipple throbbed. Corin had propped himself up on his elbow, the other hand throttling his cock like he needed to keep it in check by main force. The tip of it glistened with fluid.
“Come here and straddle me,” Corin said, his voice less smooth than before, bordering on desperate.
But that didn’t change the irresistible strength of his command.
Aster shuffled the couple of feet to where Corin lay, and then hesitated despite how much he longed to obey that voice. Three lovers. Three. That comprised the sum total of his experience. Two had fucked him, once each, with neither time memorable except for moderate discomfort.
He hadn’t really enjoyed anything he’d done, in fact, and it’d been far from creative or acrobatic.
Where did he put his hands? Or his legs, for that matter? He’d do it wrong, and Corin wouldn’t want him after all…
He let out a startled yelp as Corin muttered something under his breath and sat up, lunging forward to seize him under the arms and lift him bodily into place. He landed in a shaky sprawl, legs splayed to either side of Corin’s hips, his bollocks nestled against Corin’s. It felt shockingly intimate, that masculine softness.
In one swift motion, Corin released him and seized his shirt, ripping it off of him as easily as Aster would tear a piece of paper and flinging it away in ragged threads. He lay back down again before Aster could do more than gasp in shock. His body felt so big between Aster’s thighs. And when he looked down, there was that cock, even longer from this angle.
He bit his lip, gaze flicking back up to Corin’s face…which softened, oddly, the flames behind those dragon eyes going orangey-yellow instead of crimson. “You’ve never done this before, have you.”
It wasn’t a question. It didn’t need to be. Aster bit harder, the sting of it something to focus on, and shook his head.
“Mmm,” Corin said, a low rumble that he could feel in his bones. The flames in his eyes flared blood-red. “I’ll do the work for now, then. And you can take over in a while. Lean down. Brace your hands on either side of my head. And stay there.”
Feeling more ungainly and awkward than ever before in his life, Aster slowly leaned down, setting his hands gingerly on the floor, wincing at the chill and the gritty dirt. Ugh. Corin had that all over his back and legs, too.
“Oh,” he said, as it hit him.
“What?” Corin nuzzled into his chest as it came into range, breath nearly searing.
He tipped his chin down. Corin’s hair brushed his face, and he dared to lean a little further. The scent of him was more soothing than temple smoke and as intoxicating as wine, like incense and heat and a trace of the icy storm Corin had flown through in his other body. Tenderness welled up in him, as heartwrenchingly unwanted by its object as it was impossible to smother.
“You’re putting me on top so that I don’t get hurt on the flagstones.” His back would be black and blue immediately and the skin stripped off agonizingly within a few minutes if Corin fucked him like that. “You won’t be?”
Corin froze. “No,” he said after a moment. “Dragons were birthed from stone, did you know? Thousands of years ago. And I’m more of a dragon than most.” He shifted, lips brushing Aster’s right nipple, the one he’d pinched into a throbbing bud. Aster held his breath, squeezing his eyes shut and trying not to whimper. “Much more,” Corin whispered. “A throwback of sorts. You’ll see.”
And then his hot mouth closed over Aster’s nipple, a hint of teeth, and the sounds trapped in Aster’s throat poured out, little cries and pants as Corin sucked hard, flicked with his tongue, sucked again, made Aster writhe and buck and moan.
As he rocked his hips, his cock met Corin’s, kissing and retreating. Even though he’d spent enough to last longer, if this kept up it wouldn’t be very long at all.
“I thought you were going to fuck me?” he gasped. Corin’s mouth left his nipple with an audible pop as he lowered himself down to his back again. God, he didn’t want to look—but he glanced down, unable to help himself. His nipple stuck out obscenely, red and swollen. “What did you—oh, God!”
The air went out of him in a rush as Corin seized him around the waist and yanked him down, chest to chest. He couldn’t help squirming and struggling as Corin’s other hand slid between his cheeks, a finger pressing into him.
Corin pinned him more firmly. “That’s better,” he said. “Now you can get held down after all, just the way you wanted.”
It felt so undignified to be positioned so strangely, sweaty and clumsy and embarrassed—and yet he tingled with the need for more of anything Corin wanted to give him, to take from him, to do to him.
Corin stroked his finger in a circle around Aster’s rim, prodding a little into the ring of muscle, making Aster clench. Everything had narrowed down to that. The pressure of the powerful arms around him, the texture of Corin’s chest hair under his cheek, the way his arms were bent oddly over Corin’s shoulders—it was all window dressing to that thick finger touching him, almost penetrating him but not quite. His other lovers had simply put it in.
“What are you doing?” he panted.
“Seeing how tight you are,” Corin replied, and moved his hand, taking a firm grip on Aster’s ass and shifting him up his body. It rubbed their cocks together again, Aster’s bollocks catching between them. Corin’s cockhead lodged between his ass cheeks and pressed firmly against his hole, so much thicker than the finger that had been there a moment ago.
Too dry, it’d hurt, and it didn’t even feel like it’d fit without tearing him open, but he’d take it if Corin made him. He didn’t know what he was begging for as he said, “Corin, please—”
“Not yet, I won’t hurt you.” Corin’s voice dropped into that low, commanding register again. “Look at me.” Aster lifted his head, helpless to resist. Besides, why would anyone not want to look at Corin, with his dragon’s eyes and his firm human lips, his perfection? Their eyes met and held. “See how it feels,” Corin said softly. “Rub yourself on me. Get yourself wet.”
It wouldn’t get him wet, he wasn’t a woman, for fuck’s sake.
