Claimed, not used.
Corin held Aster’s balls out of the way and ran his thumb over that soft flesh, a tremor running through him as he felt the slight swelling there. His handiwork. And he’d be doing it again, knotting that hole wide open.
That gentle touch earned him his first sign of life since Aster had come on his face, a little startled jolt through Aster’s body. He glanced up to find a glimmer of brilliant blue beneath Aster’s heavy eyelids, his mouth forming an O of surprise.
He dipped his head and traced Aster’s hole with the tip of his tongue. Aster squeaked and thrashed. Corin pulled his hand out from under Aster’s thigh to pin him across the hips, pushed his thighs wider with his shoulders, and that was that for Aster’s little show of rebellion.
Fuck, so soft and silky. How had skin this delicate survived Corin’s rough attentions? His knot, with its subtly raised scales? Above him Aster had started cursing and moaning, interspersed with pleas to stop because it was so very wrong and strange, his high, pleasure-drenched voice saying the opposite of the words. His hands had come back to Corin’s head, fingers buried in his overlong hair—and more to the point, pushing him down toward Aster’s hole rather than trying to pull him up and away.
He prodded his tongue at Aster’s opening, twisted the tip of it inside him, and was rewarded with a raspy, wrung-out, “Corin, fuck,please,” which he could’ve listened to every moment of his life and never gotten tired of it.
Deeper, the wider part of his tongue stretching Aster open. And then out again, fastening his mouth over his hole and sucking hard, lashing with his tongue, and that made Aster scream, but he could do better than that—his tongue was longer than a human’s when he chose to extend it, much longer, and he craved the taste of Aster’s body, his sweetness and salty musk.
A trace of his own spend lingered, too, although not enough. Not nearly enough. Aster would need to be filled again.
Aster let out another cry, this one wavering.
Corin pulled back, nuzzling into the crease of Aster’s ass, gentling him, stroking his hip with the hand he had pinning him down. He pushed his tongue inside, taking it slow this time. Fuck, he wasn’t a beast. He could give Aster a moment to adjust to the idea that another part of Corin’s body wasn’t precisely what he’d been used to. Deeper, an inch inside him now, with probably another two inches to go. Much, much smaller than his cock, but the sensation would be entirely different. And he could rub over that little nub of flesh that he knew would drive Aster wild, sliding back and forth with control he didn’t have with his inflexible cock.
Aster’s fingers clenched tighter. “Corin, what are you—I noticed your tongue was—oh,God—” If the rest of his wail contained words, Corin couldn’t understand them. It didn’t matter at all, and he fucked his tongue in and out in a hard rhythm, finally remembering to move his hand across from Aster’s hip, get a grip on his cock, and squeeze in counterpoint.
Aster’s voice rose to a crescendo. His whole body went rigid, his hole clenching around Corin’s tongue, and a trickle of spend ran down over his knuckles from Aster’s still-soft cock.
Corin twisted his tongue and fucked a little deeper just to feel Aster shudder around him, teasing and tormenting his sweet spot as he withdrew, probing it with the tip of his tongue.
His own arousal hovered on the edge of unbearable, his cock aching—but it didn’t matter so much, somehow, not when all his senses sang with Aster’s ecstasy. Corin rested his forehead against Aster’s inner thigh and closed his eyes, breathing deeply, savoring the warmth and sweetness of his place between his lover’s legs.
Aster slowly loosened his grip and then ran his fingers through Corin’s hair, stroking his scalp. Corin sucked in a deep breath, the deepest he’d taken in years, maybe, and then let it out in an endlessly long sigh.
“Mmm,” Aster said. “That tickles,” and stroked him again, this time trailing his fingers along Corin’s temple.
Corin blew out another sharp breath. Aster twitched, giggled, and tweaked a strand of his hair.
Something warm and utterly unfamiliar bloomed in Corin’s chest, a heavy, almost painful sensation that drove him to—he had no idea what. Hold Aster even closer, crush him in his arms until he cried out, until they were one. Fuck him so deeply his insides would be hollowed out forever into the shape of Corin’s cock. Press the softest possible kiss to the smooth skin of his thigh.
Damn it to hell. Aster would be leaving.
But he couldn’t resist one kiss, one brush of his lips on that silky skin. He shivered at the touch—or maybe that was Aster.
He drew a deep breath, tensing his muscles, drawing his strength back into his body and his mind. It had to be now.
“I need to tell you,” he said.
Because if he waited, he never would.
ChapterEighteen
He’d thought having Corin’scock between his legs had been the best thing he’d ever experienced, but Corin’s head came in a close second. Maybe even first after all. God, that tongue. Aster didn’t have the strength remaining in him to feel more than a faint clench of remembered arousal in the pit of his belly, but…that tongue. He’d never even imagined. He stroked his fingers through Corin’s thick hair, felt the weight of Corin’s head resting on his hip and thigh, and sank into the mattress, everything spinning gently around him in the best possible way.
Outside, he could hear the faint call of the hawk that’d been circling over Fredmund’s hat, or maybe one of its friends. The bit of sky visible through the nearer window shone clear blue. A faint rustling and squeaking came from the chimney; Aster had caught a flash of striped tail in the fireplace early that morning, and he was pretty sure Corin had been willingly going without a fire over the winter rather than inconvenience a family of chipmunks.
This place might be an absurdly drafty pile of rock, with few comforts and very little food, isolated from other people and beset with a dragon’s rodent pets, and the dragon himself…and no, Aster never wanted to leave.
He startled as Corin said, “I need to tell you,” the words brushing hotly against his inner thigh.
And all of a sudden, the world snapped into place again.
Aster stared up at the ceiling with eyes that had popped wide open, hands gone still in Corin’s hair.I’d be doing them a favor by taking him on, though he obviously doesn’t have any family feeling.Since he hadn’t returned home, Fredmund must have meant, because Aster had always been close to his mother and his elder brother, anyway, and had been loyal to all of them in word and deed until he ran away. And Corin had told him he wouldn’t want to flee the kingdom once he’d heard what had been happening at home.
