“I don’t usually do this,” Ace murmured. “I don’t like not seeing my partners.”

Ivo cringed and snatched his hand back, hoping Ace hadn’t noticed the scars on his fingers. He could already imagine the man—towering over him, his gaze intense like how it had burned into Ivo last week.

“I just need... I need your knot,” Ivo said in a small voice. “You have a knot, right?”

Ace made a sound like he was stifling his groan. “Yeah. I do.” He had been toying with the foil square between his fingers, but he paused. “I’m—big. I don’t want to accidentally hurt you.”

A moan slipped out of Ivo. “H-how big?”

Ace made another sound. Then he stepped closer, pressing his bulge against the hole in the wall. “Why don’t you feel it for yourself?”

He was so big that his half-hard bulge could not fit entirely through the circle. But he pushed it toward Ivo anyway, the fabric straining.

Ivo began panting. He could already imagine Ace fully hard between his cheeks, stretching him wide open. He touched trembling fingers to Ace’s fly, whimpering when Ace’s warmth soaked into his skin.

“Harder,” Ace murmured. “You can touch me harder than that.”

Ivo fitted his hand carefully over Ace’s bulge. Ace grew thicker, and Ivo ached so badly, he couldn’t breathe.I’m touching his cock.

“Here.” A belt clinked. Ace stepped away.

For a second, Ivo worried that he would not come back. Then Ace’s bulge reappeared at the glory hole. This time, his zipper had been shoved down midway so it was within reach.

“Do what you want with it,” Ace rumbled.

Ivo’s face burned. Ace was allowing himself to be vulnerable; he was giving Ivo so much control.

No one had done that for Ivo before.

Just because he could, Ivo leaned in, burying his twitching nose against Ace’s warmth. No one could judge him within the privacy of these four walls.

“What’re you...?” Ace growled, rolling his hips. His bulge shoved against Ivo’s mouth and nose, and heat seared between Ivo’s legs.

Ivo whimpered, gulping down Ace’s scent. Ace smelled musky, slightly smoky, andfertile.

He could breed me.Ivo’s entire body throbbed.

“You smell—” Ivo bit off his words.

“What do I smell like?” Ace murmured.

Even though the dragon could not see him, Ivo ducked his head. “Good. Really good.”

“What does my scent make you want to do?”

Ivo moaned. “Bad things.”

He filled his lungs with the scent of Ace’s cock.

Ace’s breath rushed out. “I can feel you breathing through my pants. It’s hot in there.”

“You’re hot like a dumpster fire,” Ivo blurted. Then he buried his face in his hands. “Oh, gods. I didn’t mean to say that.”

Ace coughed lightly, but there was a smile in his voice. “Really?” He rolled his hips, rubbing his bulge against Ivo’s face. “How did you know I’m hot?”

Ivo froze.Crap!“I, uh. You, uh.” He shoved his face against Ace’s bulge to avoid answering the question. Ace grunted. And Ivo pulled down the zipper, his body pulsing when he found Ace wearingnothing elseinside. “Oh, gods.”

“Are you wet for me?” Ace murmured.