Origin (Scales 'n' Spells 1)

Did he wake up Alric with a blowjob?

Or let the man sleep a little longer?

Looking at Alric lying flat on his back, head tilted ever so slightly toward Cameron, that peaceful expression on his face, Cameron was inclined to let the man sleep a little longer. After all, Alric had been jumping from one stressful situation to the next for days now. He deserved his sleep.

But on the other hand, Cameron had not gotten his fill of sex last night. He, too, had been strained and exhausted, and that fatigue had snuck up and ambushed him before he could get round two started. Cameron had had absolutely every intention of throwing a leg over Alric and riding the man hard. And Alric really needed some positive reinforcement. Last night had been good, a positive first step, but Cameron didn’t think the battle was won yet on that score. The insecurity went in too deep. Cameron would need to pounce on him and pounce often to get it through Alric’s head that he was a sexy, sexy beast. Dragon. Whatever.

It was a sacrifice, for sure, but Cameron was willing. Definitely too eager.

The scale toward morning blowjob was tipping that direction. In Cameron’s not at all prejudiced opinion, the dragon king needed sex more than he needed sleep.

The sun was rising steadily, creeping its way across the room and toward the bed. Cameron knew time was slipping past him. Soon, people would come in to see where Alric was, to rouse him for their own purposes. Cameron would have to share him at that point. He knew, intellectually at least, that Alric could never be fully his. Not his time, at least. There would always be the demands of the clan pulling Alric away.

It was alright. Cameron didn’t need to be the sole focus at all times. That would honestly get to be too stifling. Over a long stretch of time, it would lead to Alric driving him bat shit crazy, in fact. As long as Cameron could have Alric part of the time, as long as they had moments like this one, these lazy mornings where he could see and touch Alric to his heart’s content, it would be fine.

Yeah, okay, sex won.

Cameron leaned in, kissing just under Alric’s jaw in a slow caress of lips on skin. Alric was warm against him, like a hot water bottle, which was delicious in the cool air of the morning. Cameron was careful to not put any weight on the left side as he trailed lips down the column of Alric’s throat, his hand sliding smoothly down over ruined and pristine skin alike. The difference in texture was actually fascinating to touch.

Alric stirred under him and there was a smile in his husky voice. “Guten Morgen.”

“Guten Morgen,” Cameron returned. His German accent was still stiff, the words not comfortable on his tongue yet. But since he’d apparently live in Germany for the rest of his life, he was determined to learn the language quickly. He lifted his head, a hint of a smirk playing about his mouth. Alric looked mussed and adorable, and best yet, still relaxed. Excellent. “Just so you know, I plan to wake you up like this every morning.”

“Oh?” Alric’s eyes crinkled up in a smile. “But what if I wake up before you?”

“Then I expect you to wake me up in a fun, sexy way.”

“You’re a fan of morning sex, I take it?”

Cameron shifted up, kissed him in a lingering way before breathing over Alric’s mouth, “I’m game for sex morning, noon, and night if it’s with you.”

Alric’s Prussian blue eyes darkened in hunger. Oh, he liked hearing that. Cameron thrilled a little at putting that look on his lover’s face. His hand snaked up, grasping Cameron right behind the thigh and hauling him over to straddle Alric’s hips. “And this morning?”

“I think you can tell that I’m very on board with this morning.” Cameron’s hand dropped down, gathering up not only his morning wood but Alric’s, pulling them together and stroking them in a light grip. “You clearly are too.”

“I am indeed,” Alric all but purred at him. “And I think this morning, I want to have you.”

It was very hard, but Cameron didn’t crow in glee. Near thing, though. Very near thing. “Yes please—”

There was a knock at the sitting room door. It was immediately followed by the snick as the door latch opened. Ravi’s voice called out from the adjoining room, “Hoheit—"

Alric twisted immediately, putting Cameron on his side and under the blankets while simultaneously popping up onto his right elbow. He snapped out, “The first person into this room is beheaded!”

Ravi’s footsteps immediately stopped. “Uh, Hoheit?”

Hiding his face against Alric’s chest, Cameron tried to smother a snicker.

It didn’t matter. With a dragon’s keen hearing, Ravi heard it anyway. “Wait, Hoheit, do you have company this morning?”