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His hands landed on Orion’s hips, managing to dislodge the towel without even really trying.

Orion chuckled, their lips brushing together. “That’s cheating.”

“Accident.” He winked, blowing his chuckle over Orion’s lips.

Their lips crashed together, and suddenly, he swore that there were shooting stars.

Just from this one kiss.

Absolutely shooting stars.

Cullen couldn’t wait to see what happened when they orgasmed.

Orion’s tongue slipped across his lips, asking for entrance, and he gave it easily.

They kissed until they were breathless, until the feel of Orion’s cock prodding his belly made him moan and ripple his abs to try to get more of the sensation.

“Mmm.” Orion said it against his mouth. “Belly dancing.”

He chuckled. “I just want to be so close to you.”

“I know. I feel the same way.” Orion grabbed his ass, squeezing, and then he pulled Cullen up against him so no air could get between them.

“Uhn.” His head fell back, his hair streaming down behind him. Orion had him. He wasn’t going to fall. And this way, their cocks rubbed together all along their lengths.

“Can’t we go to bed? Will you let me hold you?” Orion didn’t move though. In fact, he just rocked, prick slipping and sliding against him and making his toes curl.

“Uh-huh.” He loved how broad Orion’s shoulders were, how he tapered into lean hips. The shape of Orion fascinated his hands, and he couldn’t seem to stop touching.

When Orion dragged him up along the strong body, he gasped, and suddenly, he was flying with Orion, moving across the room and landing in a bed that was filled with down and felt like sinking into a cloud.

He kept them close together, their kisses never-ending, their bodies writhing together as Orion covered him.

Cullen could barely breathe, and he felt as if he was drunk, as high as he’d ever been. “You’re perfect.”

“I’m made for you. That’s close enough.” Orion bit his bottom lip hard enough to sting, and their gazes locked, the magic between them inexorable, and Cullen felt like he was being sucked down in a whirlpool of pure need. “I can smell you, my dragon fae. I can smell your need.”

He was never going to stop blushing, his balls were never not going to be full, and he was never going to not need to feel this passion.

It made his eyes cross, that touch, and he dragged his fingers up Orion’s back and then pushed hard on the way down with the heels of his hands.

All the while, he stared into Orion, offering this pleasure, praying that he understood what Cullen felt.

“I do. I feel you. I feel you everywhere.” One finger slid into his wet hole, and he groaned, his lips parting, his tongue flicking out.

“Don’t stop.”

“I don’t intend to stop.” Orion kissed him again, and one finger became two, the pressure light, steady, rocking into him and then out and in and out. Orion’s thumb nudged him all the while, pushing at his balls and sliding over the sensitive spot behind them.

When two fingers became three, Cullen cried out, the sound pure hunger as Orion twisted those fingers inside him.

“So hungry. You’re so hot and wet inside. I want to take you, and I feel you all around me.”

He nodded, staring hard, caught in his lover. “Do you have a knot?”

Orion brought his hand over to touch his cock, which was long, heavy, especially for someone Orion’s size. The tip was thick and broad, and then the shaft was lengthy and barely rippled, the skin tight.

Cullen stroked up and then pushed down. When his fingers teased the base, he could feel it, just a hint at that massive knot that promised to make him fly.