Page 102 of How to Rescue Your Surprise Baby

“Maybe I should do that one day. Cover your cock and ass with my cum.”

Telos groaned. “Fuck.”

Mav slid his hands down Telos’ chest, squeezing his damp pecs. Then he stroked further down, rubbing Telos’ round belly.

“Mine,” Mav growled. “All mine.”

He thrust into Telos harder, faster. Telos clutched the couch and tried to hang on. Except Mav bit his shoulder and slammed against his prostate, and Telos was coming everywhere, his body clenching hard.

“Fuck. Fuck! You just got so tight for me.” Mav hissed, clapping their hips together. He nailed Telos’ prostate so hard that Telos’ bones felt like they’d liquefied. All he knew was Mav’s thickness anchoring him, filling him inside.

Mav gave a few more urgent thrusts. Then he came with a roar, his knot swelling just behind Telos’ rim. It stretched him better than the plug did, sealing him as Mav continued to fill him with heat.

“That was so fucking good,” Telos mumbled, slumping against the couch. “Can’t get enough.”

“Am I going to wake up to you riding me?” Mav rubbed his palms over Telos’ belly again.

“Possibly. You’re going to get completely drenched in cum when I pull out the plug.” Telos grinned.

“What’s new?”

They drowsed together sleepily, Mav turning them onto their sides so they could be more comfortable. Except he shrugged out of his shirt and pants, moving around so much that his knot nudged against Telos’ insides. Telos moaned. “The hell are you doing?”

“Getting naked.” Mav stopped moving. Then he pulled Telos against himself and maneuvered them onto the floor, before shifting into his dragon form. While he was still inside Telos.

Telos wheezed as his body stretched to fit his alpha. Mav wrapped himself around Telos; the pressure increased against Telos’ sweet spot. Mav kept rocking into him, over and over until Telos panted and squirmed—a firm roll of Mav’s hips sent him over the edge. Telos came with a snarl and a shudder.

“Sleep now,” Mav whispered, rubbing his side.

Telos adjusted his head on Mav’s paw, catching his breath. “You made space in your hoard.”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Why?”

Mav didn’t answer for a while. He trailed his other paw lightly down Telos’ arm, then held his hand. “You haven’t guessed it yet?”

“I’m too tired to think.” And maybe Telos wanted to be asked, instead of assuming anything.

“I want you to move in with me officially. The empty space is for your hoard.”

Telos’ heart kicked.

Mav huffed, tapping Telos’ chest with a scaly finger. “I heard that.”

“I demand more space for my collection.”

“Of course.” Mav paused. “But Doc’s dino bag isn’t allowed in here.”

Telos snorted. “Still jealous?”

“Maybe.”

“Your pterodactyl balls painting is in my bedroom. And you’ve given me more fossils; those are all in my hoard. I did the jigsaw puzzle, but I’m missing one fucking piece that Estie couldn’t have gotten to because it’s all on a table that she’s too short to reach.”

Mav shifted against him, his scales rubbing against Telos’ back.

A sudden thought popped into Telos’ head. “Wait.Youdidn’t steal that piece, did you?”

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