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Story: Cosmo
Wet and slick, his omega—his—was eager and ready for his prick.
Cosmo grabbed his own knees and pulled himself wide open, exposing himself fully, without a single hint of shame. Filled with desire. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t.” His own prick was heavy between his thighs, aching to be buried in that place that it was intended for, that he was made for.
He muscled up in between Cosmo’s legs and lifted Cosmo’s ass as his fingers slipped free. He guided the tip of his cock into Cosmo’s ready hole.
Hawk worried for a moment that he was too large, that perhaps his dragon wouldn’t fit inside this perfect mate.
Cosmo didn’t seem to have the same worry, because he surged up and pushed down, taking him into the root without a single hesitation.
Both of them gasped at the sudden motion, Cosmo throwing his head back and arching his throat.
Hawk stilled, worried until he heard Cosmo moan.
“Fuck yeah.”
“So perfect.” He felt steam rise up around them. “Cosmo.”
Cosmo grinned wildly, baring his teeth. “You said my name. Not Rosie or changeling. My name.”
“Your beautiful name. Never think I don’t know it.” He bit at Cosmo’s throat, just hard enough to sting but not bruise.
“More,” Cosmo gasped, hand on the back of his head, keeping him right where he was.
“More,” Hawk agreed, moving his hips, pressing down into Cosmo’s body.
Hawk could feel the magic swirling around them, seeming to grow tighter, like Cosmo’s body around his prick.
The world became smaller and smaller and smaller, closing in to just this amazing bed that was theirs.
It had been his, been Cosmo’s, but now it was theirs, and they were creating?—
Something inside him stopped, and he heard the tiniest whisper.
Life.
So he stilled, eyes on Cosmo, willing his lover to focus on him.
“What is it? What’s the matter?”
“Do you feel that?” He searched Cosmo’s eyes, hoping for some recognition. “It’s new.”
“Yes.” Cosmo panted softly, hands sliding down his arms. “It wants to be new, a life… Is it the wrong time?”
He loved that it was not “the wrong thing” or “the wrong idea,” but the wrong time.
“No, love. It is the perfect time. You are—This is something I have never done in all my long life.” His knot swelled as if to emphasize what he was saying. This was beyond anything he’d ever experienced.
This was mating.
“Then it’s the right time. Now, focus. We’re very, very busy, hmm?” Cosmo’s laughter filled him with pure joy.
“We are indeed.” He was through wondering and thinking. Cosmo was right there, hot and willing and so wet it made Hawk’s eyes cross. All he had to do was start moving again, because the friction felt like flying too high and then reentering the atmosphere. Like diving into a volcano.
Like crossing the veil when he was wide-awake.
This is real. Cosmo’s thought was as clear and as sharp as an arrow to the chest.This is real.
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