"Oh, fuck," Mac moaned when I cheated and tagged his prostate with my tongue. Alpha kobold tongues weren't long enough to do it, but I had a lot to work with between kobold and dragon size, and I used it to my advantage. I made my tongue as thick as the plug, and thicker. The cup to hold my cock and ovipositor was larger than the plug, and I wanted Mac to be comfortable.
"I didn't know you could do all that with your tongue," Mac muttered. "Maybe your cock isn't your best body part."
I wiggled the tip of my tongue against his prostate, making him squirm, and then I sat back and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
"Take it back," I said. "My tongue can't knot you."
"Right." He flashed a grin over his shoulder, and something cool and tight slipped around my erection and ovipositor, squeezing them together in a way that felt weird but good.
"Too tight?" he asked.
"No, just strange." I ran my hand over the sleeve, marveling at how much I could feel through the material. "Oh wow. That's going to feel so good when I'm inside you."
Mac flipped onto his back and brought his knees to his chest, spreading his hole wide for me. His eyes dilated with lust as he watched me stroke myself. "You'll have to take it off before you knot, or you'll break it."
I could repair it with magic, but the thought of smashing my ovipositor against Mac's insides with my knot was enough to agree.
"I'm ready for you." Mac planted his feet on the mattress and lifted his ass in the air.
"Not yet." I found the lube bottle under his pillow and smeared the slick stuff over the sleeve. The material took far less lube to prepare. With the excess on four blunted fingers, I slicked Mac's entrance until he whined. "Please, Galen."
I crawled into position between his knees, but he stopped me when the strange fake tip pressed against his entrance. "You forgot your hat."
"I did." With a quick spell, I fitted the hat between my horns with the little horses jostling for position beneath them. I adjusted the rim with my non-slicked hand until Mac gave a low whistle of approval.
"On your marks," Mac teased.
I pressed against him until the flare of the silicone fit against his entrance.
"Get set."
I almost let loose a rumble of laughter, but I contained it, releasing only a tiny curl of smoke from my nostrils.
"Go."
I pressed into Mac's tight warmth. I couldn't contain my laughter at his silliness, and he joined in with a snicker. The silicone heated from his body heat, and our laughter cut off abruptly when I bottomed out inside him with a moan.
"You feel so good," I said.
"How is your ovipositor? Cramped?"
"It's a tight fit, but it feels too good to care." It was suctioned to the side of the sleeve and each of Mac's adjustments beneath me sent ripples of sensation all the way to my balls.
"Good." Mac arched his back to take even more of me. Sweat beaded his brow above his scales, but his beautiful smile said it all. He wanted this. Needed this. We both did.
"Are you ready for me to move?" I asked.
"Gods, yes." He wrapped his legs around my back and tugged me forward. I landed hard on one elbow, careful to keep from crushing him. Thankfully, my horns held my hat firmly in place, though one of the feathers tried to escape. Mac tucked it back into the hatband.
"Now, please?" He caressed my cheek. I followed him down, kissing him as I dragged my torso over his leaking cock. He gasped when I rolled my hips, using the sleeve's girth to my advantage. I didn't want to risk pulling all the way out and possibly hurting him.
With each circle of my hips, I pulled out a little further. Mac drew me back with his heels on each downward thrust, raising up to meet me and rubbing his cock along my abs. He was so gorgeous with his eyes closed and his neck arched back. I was already close, but I shoved my desire away, focusing instead on his pleasure.
With my elbow for leverage, I cradled his head in my hand and took his cock in the other, still slick with lube.
He whimpered. "So close, Galen."
"Come for me, baby."