Origin (Scales 'n' Spells 1)

It took a minute for Alric’s brain to climb back into higher functions and formulate an answer. “Don’t need it. The lube in your hand is a potion. It prevents any spread of diseases.”

Cameron’s hand stopped for a moment, staring at the jar with wonder. “Seriously? Remind me to get Lisette to teach me that next.”

“I believe you’ll remember,” Alric drawled, amused at him.

“You’re probably right. Because not having a condom between us right now is getting me all hot and bothered. I mean, safe sex is sexy and all, but still.” Cameron quickly slathered on more of the cream. Even from his position, Alric could see the tremble in Cameron’s hands as he readied himself. With his right hand, he grabbed Alric’s left leg and placed it over his shoulder. He paused, his eyes questioning. “Shoulder okay?”

Shoulder? Alric was pretty sure the only thing he could feel was his aching dick and the tingling need to come in every damn nerve ending. He certainly wasn’t in any pain. “It’s good,” Alric quickly replied.

Alric had intended to ride Cameron earlier, but having his lover over him like this was wonderful as well. This way he could see Cameron’s every expression, every emotion as it crossed his face.

The head of Cameron’s cock brushed against his hole once, and then he was pressing forward. Alric pushed outward until Cameron finally forced his way past stubborn muscles. A hiss escaped Alric before he could catch it, and Cameron froze. The burn and pain were back, sharper than before.

“Been a while,” Alric gritted out, trying to get his damn body to adjust to Cameron’s girth faster.

Cameron’s grin turned surprisingly wicked as he wrapped his long, slender fingers around Alric’s semi-hard cock. “Don’t hate me, but…good.”

A moan jumped from Alric’s parted lips as Cameron stroked him, but his mind was still turning over Cameron’s words. He was glad Alric hadn’t bottomed for another in a while. Cameron wanted him. Cameron wanted him all for himself. Alric’s dragon proudly stretched and preened inside of him. The damn beast would have been contentedly blowing smoke rings if Alric let him, but now was not the time. Cameron was pushing deeper, and the burn had given way to the most delicious pleasure.

Cameron paused, adjusting, then slid out again on a long glide. He continued at this pace, sinking into Alric’s body inch by slow inch until Alric had finally taken all of him. He pulled back out in the same steady pace.

Reaching up with his right hand, he grabbed a hunk of Cameron’s hair and pulled him down for a deep, soul-stealing kiss. Cameron moaned into his mouth, and Alric swore he could taste his desire. He’d never felt so full, so connected to another person in all of his long existence. He wished they could stay just like this forever, but the need burning through him left him wanting to beg Cameron to fuck him hard, straight into oblivion.

“Cameron, don’t tease.” Alric meant for that to be a demand, but it came out a touch too plaintive. It felt good, yes, but he wanted so much more.

“I really, really want to,” Cameron told him, then groaned. “I can’t find the patience for it. I’ll tease you later.”

Alric had a smart comment, but it was lost to his moan when Cameron pulled nearly completely free of his body before slamming home again. His devilish lover set a bruising pace, and Alric still wanted more. The feel of Cameron moving inside of him, the stretch and pleasure singing through his body, chased one cry of pleasure after another up his throat. He wanted to feel embarrassed for the noises he was making, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t feel anything but exquisite joy and the electric tingle of his own orgasm demanding to be set free.

Reaching for his cock to give himself some relief, Alric cried out when Cameron batted his hand away after just a couple of strokes.

“That’s mine,” Cameron informed him even as his strokes picked up the same rhythm as his thrusts.

“I’m—hahnn—not about to argue.” He thrust his head back into the pillow. Cameron was grazing his prostate with every thrust, while also stroking his dick. It all drove him straight for the edge of the cliff.

His hand shot out and caught Cameron behind the neck, pulling him down. He slammed their mouths together. It wasn’t so much a kiss as a desperate clash of teeth and tongues. He needed to be connected to this man in every way possible.

And then the world exploded. Alric shouted as his orgasm broke free, sending a splash of cum across his chest and stomach. Cameron stroked him through it while his thrusts lost their rhythm. A second later, Cameron cried out and a dizzying heat poured into Alric’s body.

Cameron released him and fell into the cradle of Alric’s legs, his head nestled on Alric’s right shoulder. Their desperate pants were the only sound in the room. Alric closed his eyes, just letting the feel of Cameron’s weight sink into him. They stayed like that, warm and tangled together, for several minutes and caught their breath. Alric stroked a hand along Cameron’s spine, enjoying the afterglow with a smile on his face.