Page 41 of The Ruby Dragon's Unconventional Mate

“Lach! Lach, look! I made a cake!” Mari held up a pan of dirt.

“Oh, that looks so nice.”

“Good call not saying yummy. She might have made him taste it.”

Bryant laughed, the sound free. Younger by maybe a decade than he’d seemed just last week. It was amazing.

I really want to kiss you. Badly.Bryant told him.

I want that too. How soon can we sneak away?

Bryant winked, and they sat with Lach for a bit.But as soon asLach was distracted by the girls, going to sit with them in the ball pit, he and Bryant were off and running. They pelted off to what he thought were Bryant’s private rooms, where there was a big leather couch and a recliner in a sitting area, and then a door off to a bedroom and presumably a bathroom.

“Here we are.” Bryant turned him and took him in those hard arms, kissing his mouth. It was so perfect. Not chaste at all. His vision swam, and not just from lack of air.

This was going to ruin him for anyone else.

“Good.” Bryant gasped for air when they broke apart. “I don’t want you kissing anyone else.”

“I feel the same about you,” Lars said, wrapping himself around Bryant. “Kiss me again.”

So Bryant did just that, lifting him by his ass, hands clenching against his muscles. Lars panted, his body on fire. All in such a short amount of time.

They moved to the couch, collapsing down, Bryant on the bottom, him straddling Bryant’s thighs. He rocked, his cock hard already, his body ready to go. He was wet, and he could feel and smell Bryant’s arousal, which was wild. They’d never really even kissed before now, not like this, and now Lars knew why. He would never have let Bryant leave if they had.

Shh. I’m not going anywhere. I want to be right here with you, do you understand? I want you, Lars.

He was in. His entire body was aching for this man.

I want you too.It was hard to admit, a little, at least to Bryant. He’d been hurt. But he thought Bryant understood. He didn’t think it would ever happen again.

Bryant rubbed a hand over his cheek. I won’t. Or at least, I’ll try so hard. And you will tell me what you need.

I just want to be my true self. I want to be with you.But right now, he wanted to have wild monkey sex.

I want that too.He got a naughty grin. Both things. And then Bryant was kissing him again, loving him with lips and tongue, hands never still as they mapped his body through his clothes.

He started working Bryant’s belt open, hungry to get his hands on that heavy cock. Surely if Bryant didn’t want this, he’d say more.

Bryant moaned, though, arching toward him, grunting when his knuckles brushed over that thick length. Bryant was so ready for him, and Lars felt the same way. He would be open and wet as soon as they got into position.

He just needed to get his fucking jeans off and get them both skin on skin. He managed to get Bryant’s pants open, his fingers pushing in the fly.

Bryant tugged at his shirt, and he raised his arms, letting Bryant get that off. The fewer clothes the better. Then he attacked Bryant’s again, because he wanted them both naked.

He hummed, his fingertips dragging up along Bryant’s belly, teasing, learning the sweet ridges. They were hard, and they flexed, and they were just such yummy muscles.

“Mmm. God, you feel good, Lars.”

“I do. I need this, and I want more.” He rubbed one of his thumbs over Bryant’s nipple, teasing it to hardness.

Bryant growled softly, hands squeezing his ass, fingertips digging in.

“Please.” He rocked, and Bryant backed him toward the bed. They were dancing together, a little. So good. Bryant’s skin was so hot, dotted with such pretty scales. Ruby ones.

You’re so beautiful. You shine.He did too, but in a completely different way.

My silver lover.Bryant stroked up his back, hand ending up tangled into his hair. Then he massaged Lars’s head.

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