Page 64 of No Ordinary Drakeling
“After twenty years lacking sexuality, it’s quite strange now to have my penis hardening several times a day. All I need to do is see Zane, and it begs to be touched. I only have so much time in my day to stroke it.”
“I had a century of no sexuality,” Ellery admitted with a chuckle. “I know exactly what you mean. I did not realize you were only twenty—you seem far older.”
“Thank you, Ellery. I confess I grow a little warm when I think of Zane touching it.”
Ellery leaned close. “The idea of Chrysander anywhere near mine makes me so hard, I have to excuse myself and take care of it. I have learned to keep those thoughts to nighttime, so I do not have to explain my sudden disappearance from the room.”
“I’m likely to swoon if I allow my thoughts to go past a simple touch. I’m glad my tribe educated me on relations between two men, though. I wouldn’t wish to be ignorant when we finally come together.”
“It would be embarrassing to have to ask Chrysander what goes where. My mother was explicit in her teachings. I hated it at the time, but I am grateful now for the knowledge.”
All the talk of sex was making Tiri’s blood heat as his brain was supplying images of him entangled in the sheets with Zane while they made love. His cheeks grew pink as the subject of his thoughts walked into the room with his brothers at his sides. “I may have to go upstairs,” he whispered to Ellery.
The elf-drakeling laughed again, and Tiri smiled broadly at Ellery despite his raunchy thoughts. He hoped Zane was as eager as he was to find out what sex was like. Tiri didn’t want to spend weeks sleeping alone in the dragon’s bed, but he was taking his time to learn more about the man he was going to spend eternity with.
