Dragon Scales (11 page)

Amantea obliged, his cock hanging heavy and thick between his legs. Isaia growled softly, and Amantea jerked in surprise when he rested a hand on Amantea's ass. He grumbled more words that Amantea couldn't quite understand as he thoroughly explored Amantea's backside, adding something slick as he teased a finger between Amantea's ass cheeks.

"I can throw you to the other side of the world," Amantea threatened when that was as far as Isaia seemed to be willing to go.

"Patience," Isaia said again, and Amantea could hear the smirk in his voice. He followed that up with sliding a teasing finger inside of Amantea, and Amantea forgot the rest of his threat, though he resolved to remember it later.

Isaia was horrible, Amantea concluded several minutes later, when Isaia's fingers were three deep, Amantea had been reduced to alternating attempts to threaten Isaia into moving more quickly and simply riding out the sensation of Isaia slowly, slowly sliding his fingers into Amantea, and then even more slowly out.

After about seven years had passed, Isaia slid his fingers out completely. Amantea grumbled a half-hearted complaint, which only made Isaia laugh softly. "Ready?"

"For years," Amantea mumbled. He wasn't sure if Isaia heard him, but in the next second, the head of Isaia's cock was pressing into him. Isaia was gentle, but it was still a stretch, and Amantea was reluctantly grateful that Isaia had taken his time getting to this point. He focused on breathing, relaxing, on the weight of Isaia's cock, how warm Isaia was.

"All right?" Isaia asked, his hands resting gently on Amantea's hips. Amantea shook his head, not quite acclimated.

"Just—" Amantea started, smothering a pleased noise when Isaia shifted slightly. "Just a second."

"Tell me when," Isaia said, soft but a little strained, which made Amantea more pleased than he suspected he should be. He'd made Isaia lose that cool, and that sent a wave of heat to Amantea's cock.

"Slowly," Amantea said after a long minute, wincing that he had to say it at all. Isaia was bigger than any of the men he'd slept with before, however. "Please."

"Whatever you want, 'tea," Isaia said softly. Amantea ducked his head, unable to deal with the almost reverent way Isaia said that. He was distracted in the next second when Isaia started to move, slowly sliding out. He added more of the slick to his cock, and then slid back in, equally slowly. Amantea breathed, his cock aching. He wanted to say more, faster, but he also wanted to be able to do this again in the near future.

It took several minutes before Amantea was comfortable enough to demand Isaia move faster, though Isaia didn't oblige as quickly as Amantea would have liked. Amantea tried to force the issue, sliding his hips back, but that only led to Isaia grabbing his hips in a tight grip. Not unpleasant, and Amantea eventually gave up trying to control anything. His cock throbbed as Isaia fucked him slowly, crying out for touch, but Isaia's hands remained fixed on Amantea's hips, holding him in place.

It was more arousing than Amantea would've thought. He couldn't reach down to touch himself for fear of unbalancing them and eating blanket, and Isaia's grip was firm, holding him exactly where Isaia wanted him. Then Isaia shifted, using one of his knees to slide Amantea's legs further apart.

His next thrust was perfect. Amantea couldn't bite back the pleased noise that escaped as pleasure sparked through him, and then Isaia did it again, and again, and Amantea's already limited grasp on the situation dissolved into nothing but pleasure. Needy words tumbled from his mouth, and his fingernails bit into his palms, and he really wished they'd done something different because he wanted to touch Isaia, to dig his fingers into Isaia's scales and
depths
he couldn't take it.

Isaia growled something, sliding his hand from Amantea's hip to his cock, and that one touch was enough to set Amantea off. He came hard, harder than he had in months, maybe years, and he collapsed to the blanket, his mind absolutely blank. He gasped for air, letting Isaia manhandle him around so he was laying on his back.

"That..." Amantea started but couldn't form more words than that. He instead pulled Isaia close by the simple expedient of wrapping an arm around his neck and kissed him, messily and utterly without any skill, but Amantea was fairly certain that conveyed his point more eloquently than words.

Isaia shifted against him, his hard cock pressing against Amantea's thigh. Amantea reached down with his free hand, curving his hand around it. It was slick and hot, heavy in Amantea's hand. If it weren't covered with slick, he'd taste it. As it was, he stroked Isaia's cock firmly, drawing Isaia into several more messy kisses until Isaia spilled into Amantea's hand with a growl and a kiss that drew the breath from Amantea.

Amantea shifted closer, lazily pressing kisses to Isaia's mouth and chin, content to laze in the sunlight. Isaia seemed to agree; he draped an arm over Amantea's stomach and threw a leg over Amantea's, as though to keep him there. Amantea dozed off after a few minutes, happy for the first time in weeks.

When Amantea woke, he was still tangled in Isaia's arms. The sun was starting to set, and he was starting to get a little chilly, despite Isaia's warmth. Still, he didn't move, shifting to rest his head against Isaia's chest.

He'd never imagined this would be the outcome of his trip here. He'd thought he might be able to get closure, but not that he'd find Isaia, and that Isaia would return his affections. What happened next, he wasn't sure. He couldn't go home yet, not without knowing where to find Isaia, and he didn't want Isaia to be stuck waiting for him here.

Isaia's chest grumbled then, the only warning Amantea got before Isaia pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "Evening."

"Mmm," Amantea said. He shifted so he could look Isaia in the face. "How are you?" Amantea wanted to kick himself the moment the words left his mouth, but Isaia only smiled, slow and sure, and leaned in to kiss him.

"My leg is cramped and I'm fairly certain a stone has assimilated into my arm," Isaia said when he pulled away. "But you're still here—"

"What do you mean, still?" Amantea interrupted, frowning. "Where would I have gone?"

"Into the house?" Isaia suggested, but then he sighed. He combed his fingers through Amantea's hair. "I was worried you might change your mind."

Amantea balled up his hand and thwacked it against Isaia's chest. Isaia winced.

"Well, you're young—" Isaia started, and Amantea hit him again. Isaia grabbed his hand, continuing, "—and I'm sure you've got better prospects than a grumpy dragon who says all the wrong things and has a penchant for not dressing—"

"I like that part," Amantea said. He detangled himself from Isaia. "And if you imply again that my age somehow makes me incapable of anything, I'll port you to the other side of the world when you're not paying attention."

"I always pay attention to you," Isaia said, sitting up. "I'm sorry. I just don't understand why you'd settle for me, is all."

Amantea sniffed. "Fishing for compliments is bad form." Isaia laughed softly, and Amantea reluctantly gave in. "You take me seriously, most of the time. My nest is... stifling. I didn't realize how much so until I left and found you. You're everything the other faeries aren't." Amantea huffed because he wasn't explaining himself very well. "You helped me save my nest, when you could've dealt with Naldo and not bothered about the rest of it. You saved Naldo, and you could've let him die, especially after everything he did. You saved me instead of letting me drown. You..." Amantea sighed. "I don't want a flit. I want you."

Isaia smiled, the expression softening his whole face. Amantea stared at him, urging him to believe that Amantea was telling the truth. If Isaia thought him nothing more than a flit... he didn't know what he'd do.

"I want you, too." Isaia reached out and brushed some of Amantea's hair from his face. "I'm sorry."

Amantea made a face at him, then glanced at the house. "Are you going to stay here?"

"Do you like it here?" Isaia asked. "I can stay here, if you prefer it. I wanted to show you my home, though."

"I want to see it," Amantea said. Isaia climbed to his feet, helping Amantea up. He reeled Amantea close, kissing him softly.

"I'll take you anywhere you want to go," Isaia said, kissing him again. "Especially if it involves a bed."

Amantea snorted. "How about inside? It's cold out here." He offered Isaia a smile, which Isaia returned, giving him another kiss before moving to retrieve the tub. Amantea picked up the blanket, wrapping it around his shoulders. Isaia casually looped his arm around Amantea's waist, tugging him close, and Amantea smiled, enjoying the closeness as they headed toward the house.

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