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Our first time.

Don lay on the couch, one hundred percent naked, and fuck, he was fine.

His long damp hair draped over his heaving chest. He was solid.

I’d known he was muscular and had caught sight of him without his clothes on, though I hadn’t taken any time to study him, but I liked now that I could appreciate every aspect of his body.

His bulging muscles under his scales. The hard planes of his abs.

The thick, corded muscles of his arms. His trim waist. His wide thighs and strong calves.

He was hung. Don’s cock was huge and pressing against his stomach.

He was much thicker and longer than a human, which wasn’t too shocking.

Drakcol were larger than humans, and he was proportionally bigger.

The head was tapered to a point with a slit that was already leaking copious amounts of pre-cum.

The scales on his cock were closer together and more delicate looking, not showing any glimpses of mottled skin, and his balls were heavy and round.

I licked my lips, wanting to taste him, but I ignored it and my own throbbing dick and continued looking, down to his thick thighs, muscular calves, strong ankles, and large feet. His toes were tipped with small, pointed claws. Finally, I returned to his face, and Don was panting, eyes blown wide.

“You’re gorgeous,” I told him.

Don swallowed; his tail thrashed beneath him and his cock twitched, then another stream of pre-cum dripped onto his stomach. I grinned. He liked compliments. That was easy enough. Don was amazing.

I bent over him and pressed my lips to his, keeping the kiss soft. I wanted to be sweet to him. I wanted to give Don whatever he needed, because he deserved it. He groaned and his tail curled around my wrist before whipping away. I chuckled. He couldn’t help it.

“I can’t. My apologies,” he whispered before chasing my lips.

The kiss remained slow as I invaded his mouth, swiping my tongue over his.

Don ceded complete control to me, and I moaned at the trust. My fingers slid down his neck, and his breath sharpened when I stroked his chest, circling one of his nipples.

Every touch and pinch was gentle. I didn’t want to hurt him in the slightest.

Don wanted me to be soft with him, and I would. He was my delicate sweetheart.

I broke off and moved to kiss along his sharp jaw and down his neck. Don turned his head to give me more room. I licked and kissed my way down, feeling the smoothness of his scales while tracing the perceivable ridge around them with my tongue.

When I reached his nipples, I laved my tongue over one, and Don gave a low cry. Every noise he made, while quiet, was music to my ears. I liked that I was the one pleasing him. Not someone else. Just me. I nipped at the bud, and he jerked, but I didn’t think I’d hurt him.

I looked at him, and his eyes were blown wide while he panted harshly. Arousal looked good on him. Kissing the bud, I said, “Tell me if I hurt you or do something you don’t like. I can’t read your mind, Sweetheart, and I want you to enjoy this.”

“I will and I am,” he said in a rough voice.

Reassured, I continued with my slow exploration. I latched onto his other nipple, giving it the same loving treatment as the first and trailed my fingers over the scent glands on his sides.

“Yes, my Vince,” he said. “More, please.”

I rubbed my face on his side. I couldn’t smell anything besides his normal vanilla scent, but Don growled, his hips arching and tail thrashing.

My cock twitched at the noise as pre-cum stuck the tip to my briefs.

I liked the noise. A lot. I nuzzled his stomach and continued my way down, tongue running over his hard abs.

I licked his navel, which made him breathe harder.

Reaching his cock, I rubbed my fingers through the pre-cum sliding out of his slit, way more than a human would ever produce, but it was hella hot.

“Please,” he begged.

“Soon.” I spread the viscous liquid over my hand to ease the glide of my palm and pumped him from his thick base to his tapered tip. A deep cry escaped from his lips, and his hips lifted to follow my hand.

“You are huge,” I told him. “I would struggle to get this in my ass without a lot of prep.”

“I would take care of you,” Don said. “If that’s what you wanted.”

I kissed the tip of his cock, lapping up the liquid. The sweet taste made me moan wantonly. “That’s because you're sweet, Don. You are as sweet as you taste, and you are just as good.”

A shudder went through him, and his tail coiled around me again. How starved was he for compliments? Don was one of the best people I’d ever met; he should be swimming in admirers.

Well, he would never lack for admiration with me. I would give him what he needed, and more than that, what he deserved.

Don whimpered, “Vince.”

His tail tightened around my arm, coiling upward. He started to pull it away, but I caught it, sliding my hand down the length. He jerked and his chest heaved. I ran my nails over the soft scales, and he moaned, finally gaining the volume I desired.

“Don’t try to control your tail,” I told him. “I don’t mind you touching me with it.”

I pressed a kiss to the royal purple tuft.

My eyes remained on his, making sure he was alright with my actions.

Don’s tongue escaped from the confines of his mouth and licked his lips.

The sight of his black tongue covered in scales made me swallow.

God, my cock would feel nice in his mouth. But not yet.

I kissed and licked his tail as far up as I could before releasing the appendage. It immediately wrapped around my wrist. I straightened to push his legs further apart—Don instantly complied.

“Good job,” I whispered, kissing his thigh. Don shuddered and more pre-cum leaked out of his cock. I grinned. My Don loved to be told how good he was, and I was happy to tell him. “Are you my good boy?”

He whined.

“You are, and I’m going to take care of you.” I settled in between his legs, and Don rocked his hips, making his cock bob.

I pushed his hips down. “Soon, Sweetheart. I won’t leave you desperate. I promise.”

I slid my hands over his thighs, running my fingertips over the inner part.

Just like humans, it was more sensitive, if his vocal reaction was anything to go by.

The tight pucker of his ass twitched. Part of me wanted to have him roll over so I could eat him out, but I decided it was time to stop teasing him.

Sucking on the tip of his cock, I circled his rim with my finger, encouraged by the grunts and cries coming out of his lips. “You were so patient, so good,” I told him.

“I don’t mind. I like you touching me.”

I kissed his hip. “Now, I’m going to suck you until you beg to come.”

I was losing my mind. Vince was relentlessly working my cock.

He couldn’t get the entire thing into his mouth, but he sucked as much as he could, cheeks hollowing with the pressure he was exerting, and pumped the rest of my shaft with one of his hands.

His other hand cradled and played with my balls before moving down to my hole.

He didn’t push inside of me like I wanted, but he circled it in mind-numbing slowness that sparked a fire in my veins.

Every touch of his mouth, stroke of his tongue, and circling of his fingertip built the pressure in my spine and had my balls high and tight as my orgasm swelled, shoving me toward the edge. I couldn’t stop the moans from ripping out of my throat, and each one sent a wave of lust through Vince.

He tongued my slit, and I jerked. “My Vince.”

Vince slid off me, and I protested. Stars, I was close. I needed him back on me.

He rubbed my glistening tip on his impossibly smooth cheek. “I like you calling me that.”

“W-what?” I asked, panting, unable to think with the amount of pleasure wracking my body. My cock was so hard it hurt. I needed release, and I needed it now.

“Yours. I like it,” he said in a low voice.

My soul stilled. I hadn’t realized what I’d called him. Fear flitted through my thoughts. How far had Vince crawled into my soul?

His mouth returned to my cock, and he moaned around me, sending vibrations up the shaft.

All thought left my mind at the pleasure of the wet heat of his mouth and the silk of his tongue.

It took all of my control to keep from thrusting into his mouth to chase my pleasure or burying my hands in his black hair to force him to take all of me.

“Please, Vince,” I begged, not caring about the neediness in my voice.

He sucked me harder, tongue working on the underside of my cock, as he pumped me faster, moving in tandem with his mouth. His finger pressed against my hole, and I groaned.

“I’m coming,” I warned him, trying to pull out of his mouth.

A wave of possessive need rushed over my thoughts as Vince silently snarled, Mine .

His claim sent me over the edge, and I immediately thought, Yours . I found my release with a bellow as I jerked under him, spurts of seed coming out of me. My eyes scrunched closed, depriving me of the sight of him swallowing my release, and buzzing filled my ears.

Vince worked me through my orgasm, milking every drop from me, until all tension leached out of me and I was boneless beneath him. He licked me clean, making me shiver, then started pressing kisses over everywhere he could reach.

“So good, Sweetheart. You were so good. You were such a good boy.”

The compliments plus his happy thoughts soothed me. Vince had enjoyed sucking me as much as I loved the attention.

I slowly lifted my hand, giving him a chance to move away, and cupped his cheek. Mine . Vince was mine, and I was his. I’d tried to deny my growing feelings for him, but I couldn’t. I wanted to take care of him, protect him, and belong to him. Sadness and fear raged under my scales.

He was leaving, but I knew without a doubt, he was my mate. Once that bond had been made, it was permanent.

I dragged my thumb over his cheek, and Vince leaned into my touch, beaming. I said, voice rough, “Your turn.”

He shook his head, though his hard cock pressed against my thigh. “I’m not ready for you to blow me.”

Blowing. Humans. They were so odd with their many inaccurate words.

“I know.” I carefully made the connection between us, forcing my happiness and contentment at his touch to the forefront and my doubts and fears to the back. I thought of him stroking himself while I watched.

Vince worked at the button of his trousers and shoved them down.

His cock popped out. The tip was red and leaking, and I spotted thick veins around his shaft, making me want to trace them with my tongue.

The patch of hair that was above his cock made me moan.

I wanted to bury my face in it and worship him.

I said, “Give me your hand.”

Vince held one out. I lifted it to my mouth, licking his palm and sucking on his fingers, able to taste myself on him. He moaned as I got his hand nice and wet.

“There,” I told him. “Now let me see you come.”

With hard jerks, Vince pumped himself as he leaned over me. I watched while he worked quickly, chasing his release. His frantic cries grew louder and louder as pleasure swelled in his mind. His thoughts were locked onto my face while he pumped himself harder and faster.

“Don,” he groaned between clenched teeth when his cock spurted ropes of thick, white seed onto my stomach.

He fell on top of me, and I pulled him close. I nuzzled his sweaty hair. Vince stroked my chest and neck as he panted. “I liked that.”

“As did I,” I replied. I did, immensely, but worry churned in my gut. Vince was mine, and I was going to have to let him go. This was precisely what I hadn’t wanted, but it was foolish to be upset at Vince—I was lost the moment I saw him.

“I want to stay here tonight,” he said, cuddling closer.

I kissed his head. “You’re always welcome.”

“You are way too kind to me.”

“Not at all.” We drakcol took care of our mates, and I would take care of Vince as long as I had him.