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"Don't go trying to talk me out of it now," I protest.

"What about your Rules," Dav says when I start backing him up toward my bedroom.

"You've made your interest explicit, you're not a charming narcissist, as far as I can tell, and three doesn't count because I haven't even got you naked yet and I already lo—" I stop, jerking my head up from where I was working on his belt buckle. "Uh," I finish stupidly.

He presses a lingering kiss on my temple that's so tender that my lungs squeeze. I splay my hands on his waist, gentle. Not possessive, but absolutely sure of my welcome.

"Uuuuuhhhhhnk," I reply, not sure what to say next.

"Rule four?" Dav prompts gently, taking a step back, fingers hooked in my belt loops, tugging me along after him.

"Weareworking it out," I reply, too breathless with the feel of the back of every single one of Dav's fingers pressed against the sensitive skin below my belly button. Everyatomof my skin feels sensitized. "Five… five and soulmates…"

Dav looks hunted, realizing what he's started. How serious this has gotten, and how quickly. It's a sweet revenge. I shove him back onto the bed, and he lands like a slutty starfish, open and ready.

"Let's leave the last three rules on the other side of the bedroom door for now."

"Let's," Dav agrees, relieved, and reaches for me greedily.

Look, I’m skinny, with a soft stomach, big ears, and hair that will never be tame. But Dav thinks I'm hot, so I shuck my shirt before letting him pull me down into the cradle of his thighs.

I like sex.

I might even be good at it.

And if not good, at least well-educated. I'mnotsuper cut or have a massive dick, so I have made it a point to absorb the best the Internet offers:Oh Joy Sex Toy, andMake Love Not Porn, andDr. Nerdlove. I may have trouble picking up, but once I have someone between my sheets? I make sure that's where they want to stay.

Call me a greedy bisexual, but what I really am is a master of my trades.

Coffee and orgasms: I'll make your eyes roll back with both.

Which is why all the breath is startled out of me when Dav rolls us over. He twists with his knees, and pushes with his thighs, and suddenly his arms are under my back and my head is on the pillow and I am absolutelydizzy.Partially because it’s a slick move (he's so strong! Holy shit!) And partially because I am suddenly so fucking hard I have no idea how I'm going to get my jeans off.

Dav does, though. He slides to the end of the bed, and pulls his shirt off, leaving his hair standing up. He makes short work of our pants, quick and efficient. He evenfolds up my underwearwhen he sets it on my desk chair, oh my god, how is hereal.

Then I get to see him from top to (currently not on display) tail for the first time. His shoulders are dusted with more freckles, and his body hair is so ginger it's like spun copper. I want to lick every millimeter of his soldier-strong thighs. I want to suck him. I want him to fuck meso bad.

Part of me wondered what his dick would be like, if it would have scales, or knots, or a pointed head like they show in the kinky draconic porn. But except for his eyes, his tongue, and his absent belly-button, when he's in his human body, he’s completely human. His cock is perfect,uncut and proportioned to the rest of him. It looks like it would reach all the good spotsjust right.

"My body is ready," I proclaim.

Dav chuckles and slides one finger up my thigh, behind my balls. "Notquiteready. May I?"

"Oh, yesplease," I blurt. I twist around to get at the bedside drawer, find the little tin box filled with bottles of lube and condoms—are they expired? No. Excellent!—Do dragons get STIs?—Question for later—and Dav takes them out of my hands.

Nice.

"Destroy me." I shove a pillow under my ass.

Dav stalks up my body, and presses his chest to mine so he can get at my mouth. He kisses me hot, and possessive, and dirty. I'm not whimpering. I don't whimper.

I totally whimper.

"Allow me to serve you, instead," Dav pants, and my hips snap up to mash against his without any elegance or say-so from me, because you know what?

That's the fucking sexiest thing I've ever heard in my whole-ass life.

"Yes, yes, yes," I pant, sex-stupid and unable to think about multisyllabic words. Dav's face is suddenly between my legs, and hisgeniusforked tongue iseverywhereand I haveneverfelt so worshiped. Dav is making that growl-purr noise of delight, my own breath is harsh in the sex-thick air, and the gentle click of the lube cap is the perfect counterpoint to our song.