Page 36 of Visions of You
Keegan silenced him with another kiss. He wasn't unsympathetic to Jaron's needs. He could imagine how hard Jaron's inner dragon was driving him to mate. It was obvious in the way he kissed Keegan, like a man starved, wild and untamed.
He tried to roll them over.
"Nu-uh," Keegan stopped him, leaning back. "We're doing this on my terms or not at all." He reached into his nightstand drawer and got the lube he kept there while Jaron watched him with hungry eyes.
Keegan uncapped the lube. "I'm not bottoming for you tonight," he stated plainly.
Jaron made a low sound in the back of his throat. Very nearly a growl.
This moment, he was more dragon than man, Keegan thought. A dragon that wanted to claim and possess. That wanted to fuck and mark Keegan until their bond was set and sealed.
"I need this," Jaron insisted. "You don't… You don't get it."
Keegan leaned down and pressed a kiss to the dragon's jaw, then nipped at his earlobe. "Trust me," he said. "I do."
Jaron groaned, hands gripping at Keegan's hips again, his fingers flexing restlessly. "I want you so fucking bad," he said. "I need to be inside you… Need… Fuck." He lost his words as Keegan idly stroked the scales of his wings.
Keegan's own arousal throbbed between his thighs, wanting him to give in, but one of them had to stay in control—and it wasn't going to be Jaron.
"I know," he murmured, trailing kisses down Jaron's neck. "I know you do."
He slicked up one finger, reaching between his and Jaron's bodies to tease his entrance. "Would you let me fuck you?" he asked, pushing the tip of his finger inside. "If you can't be inside me, would you let me fuck you?"
Jaron groaned, a tortured sound. This wasn't what he'd been asking for, but when Keegan pressed the rest of his finger past that ring of muscle, his eyes rolled back in his head. Keegan worked him open slowly, savoring the feeling of Jaron clenching around his finger. He could imagine that tight heat around his length, and fuck, he wanted.
"I'm gonna fuck you," he murmured. "And you're going to love it, won't you?" Another finger joined the first, stretching Jaron further.
Jaron was practically incoherent by now, his body trembling with frustrated desire. "Please," he begged, fingers digging into Keegan's skin hard enough to leave marks. "Please, I need… I need…"
"Shh," Keegan soothed him, curling his fingers to brush Jaron's prostate. Jaron let out a keening sound, his hips bucking off the bed. Keegan did it again, enjoying the desperate sound he drew from the back of Jaron's throat.
He wanted to make this good for the dragon, to make him forget that he'd been begging for something else initially.
"That's right," Keegan praised him for his moans. "Just let me take care of you."
Jaron shuddered beneath him, eyes squeezed shut. "Keegan… Please…"
"Ready for me?" Keegan asked, pressing his lips to the dragon's jaw again.
Jaron nodded, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Keegan withdrew his fingers and slicked up his cock. Then, finally, he lined up with Jaron's opening and began to push inside, inch by inch.
It was almost too much, the sensation of that tight heat enveloping him. He had to fight not to lose himself to it right then and there, had to fight himself not to let his fangs drop and sink them into Jaron's neck again.
Jaron moaned beneath him as their bodies came together, and Keegan paused for a moment to let them both adjust. He pressed his forehead against Jaron's, breathing hard. His whole body was taut with the effort it took not to thrust into Jaron, to fuck him into oblivion right now, consequences be damned.
"God," he said hoarsely, trying to find his bearings again. "You feel so fucking good."
The dragon let out a shaky laugh.
"What?" Keegan looked at him.
"Nothing," he panted. "You just sounded so amazed." There was a teasing lilt to his voice.
"Can you blame me?" Keegan asked as he started to move, rolling his hips in shallow thrusts, drawing another low groan from the back of Jaron's throat. "I've got you exactly where I want you."
Jaron's fingers tightened on Keegan's waist, urging him on. "Yeah?" he challenged him, his voice strained but amused. "You wanted me on your cock?"
Keegan laughed and snapped his hips forward. "Yes," he said, withdrawing and burying himself to the hilt in one swift motion. "Just like this."
