Origin (Scales 'n' Spells 1)

“God yes,” he moaned.

With a sound of excitement, Cameron straightened and carefully climbed into the chair, facing Alric with his lover’s help. With his feet on either side of Alric’s thighs while holding onto the back of the chair, Cameron lowered himself onto Alric. They both hissed and moaned as the head pushed past stubborn muscles and was suddenly enveloped in velvety tight heat.

Alric released himself and grabbed Cameron’s hips, helping to steady his lover as he sank lower inch by painfully slow inch. Cameron seemed to wallow in his ability to torture them both. He would sink low, nearly taking in all of Alric, and then rise up to start the whole, slow ordeal all over again. The entire time, his head was thrown back and making these wonderful, whimpering noises of pleasure that made Alric more desperate by the second.

When he was at last fully seated, Cameron wrapped his arms around Alric’s shoulders. Alric pulled him in tight, kissing him. It was messy, hungry, and desperate, and Alric loved it. He loved when Cameron couldn’t get enough of him.

“Alric,” Cameron choked out. “Might have miscalculated.”

“What’s that?” Alric bit down on Cameron’s lower lip and then sucked on it. Cameron moaned, and the muscles around his dick tightened even more.

“I’m so close. You feel so good and I’m not gonna last.”

Alric licked across Cameron’s lips and thrust his hips upward, earning a new cry of pleasure from Cameron. With his right hand, he reached between Cameron’s legs and gripped his leaking cock, stroking it once. “Then ride your dragon hard, little mage.”

Cameron groaned loudly and grabbed the back of the chair again to give himself better leverage. He rose up and slammed down again, their sweaty skin smacking together as Cameron proceeded to ride him hard enough for Alric to see fucking stars. Cameron moaned and swore while Alric stroked his swelling cock. He stopped only long enough to add some cream to his own fingers and Cameron cried out at the new slickness. Alric ached to move and thrust into his lover, but their current position wouldn’t allow him.

His lover’s broken pants soon turned to cries of pleasure in the form of Alric’s name as his orgasm swamped him. Thick stripes of cum landed on Alric’s stomach and chest. That, combined with the increased tightness of Cameron’s ass, had Alric following him over the edge. His own orgasm slammed into him hard, knocking the air from his lungs. He gasped and swore in German as he emptied himself into Cameron’s welcoming body.

Sweaty, sticky, and trembling, Cameron collapsed on Alric, his arms falling limp around his shoulders. He pressed a damp temple to Alric’s as he struggled to pull in air. Alric wasn’t in any better shape. He felt like all his strength had left his body through the end of his dick. He needed…he needed to do…something…to take care of Cameron, but it was talking all his brain power to just breathe.

“I think…I think I died,” Cameron panted. He tilted his head back and gave a drunk giggle. “Yep, I’m dead and went to heaven. All I see are books…” Cameron dropped his head back to flash Alric a lopsided smile. “And you. Books and you sound like heaven to me.”

Alric closed his eyes and smiled in returned. “Books and you does sound like heaven, but so does our bed.”

Cameron groaned loudly in Alric’s ear and then winced an apology. “Bed is heaven too. This was fun, but chair sex hurts. My legs don’t like this.”

“Liebling, I would carry you, but I don’t trust my legs right now.”

With a sweet smile, Cameron kissed him. “Then we will lean on each other.” With much moaning and groaning, Cameron unfolded his long legs and climbed out of the chair, hissing when Alric slid free of Cameron’s body. Alric would have preferred to remain exactly where he was, but Cameron was right—bunched up in the chair was not comfortable.

Together, they shuffled out of Alric’s hoard room, through the sitting room, and into the bedroom. Alric paused before they reached the bed, his eyes darting to the bathroom.

“Since we’re upright, maybe we should shower,” he suggested.

“Later. I like smelling like you right now, and I just want to stretch out in your bed.”

“Our bed,” Alric corrected with great joy. He brushed a kiss across Cameron’s cheek before heading to the bathroom. “I will just get us a damp cloth and a towel.”

Cameron grunted and dropped onto his side on the bed while Alric hurried to the bathroom. He warmed the water and quickly cleaned himself off before preparing a washcloth and towel for Cameron. There was no missing his own goofy smile in the mirror. He enjoyed doing things for Cameron. There were too many things handled by castle servants, but this he could do for his mate.