Page 3 of The Blood Rose

“My place.” He stopped and cupped the side of Dean’s face and kissed him full on the lips once again. He was forceful and dominating the way Dean preferred his lovers. Dean gripped his wrist and held on, sinking into the flood of sensations that were suddenly burning through him. They were titillating and erotic, stimulating him in ways that were intense and overwhelming, and he loved it.

When the kiss ended, Dean tried to recapture those amazing lips, not wanting the feeling to end. He held tight to Drakon and tried to pull him back for more.

"Easy, baby," Drakon whispered. “There will be more. I will take care of you and make your body sing.”

Dean was becoming desperate, pulling at Drakon, wanting him aching for him. It was a feeling that was reckless and frantic, and instead of resisting, he leaned into it. All he could think about was experiencing Drakon’s hard, sexy body. The tan muscles, the intricate tattoos, and those firm, strong hands he wanted it all.

He brought him to his bedroom, which was massive and had a solid carved wooden four-poster bed. The headboard was an intricately carved design of a medieval battle, and the comforter was lush red velvet. It suited him. Everything fit his look and aura. It was masculine but also beautiful. Dean scented his erotic lover when he entered the bedroom, and it was a scent that went right to his cock, and he was rock hard in seconds. How could an aroma have so much power?

“Come my sweet come closer let me love you.” Drakon was saying things that were making Dean sweat and squirm and his body suddenly felt like it needed air, it needed to be set free. Dean could not get out of his clothing fast enough.

“Let me help you, my love.” Drakon grabbed his shirt and ripped it open, sending buttons flying around the room. He then jerked it off him, tearing it apart as he did so, and Dean discovered that, like everything else this night, he did not care; all he was focused on was getting naked with this guy. Seeing Drakon’s body had become an irresistible obsession.

“I want to see you.” He mumbled while Drakon made short work of his pants, and within a few minutes, Dean was completely naked, standing before this adonis and shaking with the need for him.

"Soon, baby, but first, I want to touch you and taste you." Drakon slipped off his leather vest and tossed it over with the remains of Dean's clothing. His chest and arms were covered in tattoos that were so masculine and hard. Dean leaned forward and took Drakon's left nipple into his mouth, tasting and agonizing over the sheer headiness of the act.

Drakon cupped the back of his head, pressed him closer, and let Dean taste and caress for a few seconds before moving him back and sticking his thumb into Dean’s mouth, eager mouth. Dean sucked on the appendage, desperate for more of this man.

He felt Drakon take hold of his hard, throbbing cock and gave it a good squeeze sending Dean immediately over the edge. He couldn’t stop the release as he came fast and hard. Drakon held him and stroked him until completion.

"I'm sorry." He said, embarrassed at his lack of control.

“Nothing to be sorry about. I like your enthusiasm.” Drakon assured. “I will have you coming many times before the night is over.” His tone was pure sex, and Dean swooned under the spell. The man knew just what to say to make everything right. Drakon held tight to Dean with one arm and opened the fly of his tight leather pants pulling the sides apart and freeing his anxious large cock.

Dean continued to spread needy kisses to Drakon’s chest and shoulder. Drakon pumped his cock a few times and then took Dean’s hand and wrapped it around his hard length.

“Touch me, baby.” He said, pressing his lips to the side of Dean’s head.

“Touch me.” He repeated. Dean caressed him vigorously and then set a rhythm of steady strokes. He found his need was building with each touch and every kiss.

"I need more, baby, I need you." Dean dropped to one knee and was about to take Drakon’s length down his throat, but Drakon pulled back.

"Open your mouth." He said, and Dean opened his mouth, eager for the fullness of his hard, leaking cock.

“Close your eyes and clasp your hands behind your back.” He continued with instructions, and Dean did not hesitate to follow. Drakon ran the head of his cock across Dean's lower lip, spreading the small droplet of seed along its length. Dean stuck out his tongue and enjoyed the sweet, spicy zest.

“Let me have you.” He begged for satisfaction, and Drakon placed the head of his cock inside, letting Dean explore it with his tongue and suck gently. Dean wanted it all, but he had to follow Drakon’s lead and do as he was told, or else this amazing night might end way too soon.

He felt Drakon bury his fingers in his hair, taking hold and taking control of Dean's movement. He slowly slid his massive cock further into Dean's mouth, filling him full. He then pulled out and slowly slid back in and stayed still for a few seconds pumping his hips and bouncing the head of his cock off the back of Dean’s throat.

Dean pressed his lips and sucked hard, trying to hold onto the beast, but Drakon pulled out and then thrust inside again. Drakon held Dean's head, preventing him from taking over the thrusts, which pushed Dean to the edge of madness. Dean felt the saliva mix running from the corners of his mouth and dripping from his chin, and the evocative picture it presented made him so hard that it hurt.

“Open your eyes.” Dean opened them and looked straight up at the fantastic object of his explosive desire. Drakon was looking down at him, his hair in his face and his eyes filled with lust and need. It was stunning; he was sex personified, and then he plunged inside hard and fast. Dean choked a little but took it all in. That was followed by several hard, rapid thrusts, and the room was filled with pants and groans and a few gags but mostly with the scent of pleasure and fulfillment.

Dean had never felt so much so intensely, and he wanted to experience everything that Drakon had to offer. He was there for it and ready to give this man anything he asked for.

The thrusts sped up, and if Drakon wasn't holding him, he was sure his head would be bobbing back on his shoulders. Drakon slammed inside, held himself there for a moment, and then pulled out and stepped back. “Don’t stop.” Dean pleaded.

"Give me your hand." Dean reached up with his right hand, and Drakon pulled him to his feet. He then grabbed a piece of Dean's shirt and used it to wipe Dean's mouth and chin. Then he kissed him hard and deep, using his tongue in much the same way he'd used his cock. Dean was in his glory, loving every minute of this brazen encounter.

Drakon continued the plundering kiss and grabbed Dean’s ass with his left hand and squeezed the supple cheek pulling it to the side and baring his tight hole. Drakon sunk his middle finger inside, pressing as deep as he could before pulling out. He then added his index finger and pushed both inside, stretching the tight ring. Dean felt the pinch and the pain but also felt the crazy rush of sensations that made everything amazing.

"I'm going to fuck you, baby, and fuck you hard. I want this body, every part of it, and I want you, Dean.” His voice was raspy and rough. He cupped the side of Dean’s face and pressed him to his chest. He then slid his thumb back inside Dean’s mouth while he ravaged his hole with his skillful fingers.

Dean sucked forcefully on Drakon’s thumb and fell into the extreme that overtook his senses. His cock was so damn hard he couldn’t take it much longer, so he began to rub himself against Drakon's leather-clad thigh, trying to find relief.

"Yes, baby, yes, that's it.” He let him thrust several times, seeking his release, but just as he was about to hit the edge, Drakon pulled his fingers free and grabbed Dean's cock at the base and squeezed hard, cutting off the impending climax and forcing the fervor back once again and placing Dean in a state of near sensual insanity.

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