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It wasn’t a dream.

I was warm. Utterly and completely warm.

I hadn’t been this warm since Don had left.

Hell. Merely thinking about him was enough to send tears to the backs of my eyes.

I needed him back. I needed him here. But his ship was experiencing some kind of technological difficulty, so we couldn’t even talk. I couldn’t even send a message.

Oh, I’d kicked up a fuss about that, multiple times, but privacy concerns, royalty, customs, blah blah blah.

Caleb and Seth had tried to explain it, even bringing in Jalqyn, who handled press relations for the royal family, to explain it to me in detail, but I hadn’t cared.

I wanted Don. It might have helped if the emperor and empress had known who I was; they didn’t and wouldn’t until Don could tell them.

However, I fucking hated not being able to talk to Don, but whatever, he would come back when he could.

Still, it didn’t stop the desperate need I had for him.

Something ran down my back, firm and familiar. The movement sent visceral terror through me. I was lying on someone. I scrambled up, breath harsh, but before I could get away, a hand cupped my cheek, forcing me to look at the person beneath me.

“Me or my gift?” the most perfect voice in the entire fucking universe asked.

Tears raced to my eyes. “You. Just you.”

He was here. How was he here? I’d had a dream of him coming home and fucking him, but Don, my Don, was actually here.

His thumb traced over my cheek as he wore a soft smile. “It wasn’t a dream, my Vince. I was here. With you.”

A flush rushed to my cheeks. Don had ridden me. I hadn’t thought we’d get there with him on top, but it hadn’t freaked me out. In fact, it had been hot as fuck. Don smirked in response to my thoughts. His thumb kept tracing my face as his other hand slid up and down my back.

I kissed him. “I missed you.”

“I missed you more than air.”

My blush deepened. Fuck, he was adorable. How was Don this adorable? Don grinned, arching up to lick my cheek with his scaled tongue. A groan ripped out of my mouth, and my dick twitched in need.

“Yes,” he muttered against my skin as his lips trailed over me. “Whatever you want, yes.”

I laughed. “Anything?”

“Anything.” His lips latched onto my Adam's apple and sucked, hard. I grunted, grinding against him. Don’s hand flattened on the small of my back as he worked the skin on my throat. When he finally pulled away, I was panting, and my cock was rock hard and leaking all over him.

I formed a very clear picture of what I wanted, and his head tilted as his eyes narrowed.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I answered. I wanted this—no. I needed this.

“I don’t want to upset you.”

“You won’t,” I said, but when he frowned, I modified it, “or rather, I’ll tell you if you do or I need to stop.” I took a deep breath. “This is something I’ve been working through, with the help of my therapist.”

His eyes widened. “You’re talking to someone.”

“Camden and Pierce wouldn’t stop bothering me, and even Teddy, Seth, and Caleb kept bringing it up.”

He cocked an eyebrow.

“Fine,” I snapped. “I want to get better. For me. For you. For us. I want a future where I know how to handle my past. It might always bother me on some level, but now, I’m building tools to keep my past where it belongs and a healthy perspective.

I’m not ready for everything and I don’t know if I ever will be, but I am ready for this. ”

Don brushed a kiss on my cheek. “I’m proud of you.”

Something about that simple assertion sent heat flooding through my body. “I want you, Dontilvynsan.”

Don groaned, and I smiled, easily propped up on him—he was significantly larger than me. Though even as I thought about it, my fingers trailed over his sides where his scent glands were and I frowned. Dontilvynsan was a lot thinner than I remembered.

“Sweetheart?”

“I’m fine,” he whispered, kissing my neck.

He wasn’t. The more I studied him, the more I found changes. His scales were far rougher and duller than usual. He’d lost weight. His eyes looked so tired. I could see the strain in his muscles. Don wasn’t alright, by any stretch of the word.

Don pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. “I’m with you, so I am well.”

I buried my hands in his hair and molded my lips to his, keeping the touch soft and slow.

I scraped my nails over his scalp, and Don moaned against me.

I grinned, swallowing the noise. It was mine.

All of it was mine. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and tangled it with his.

Every movement stirred my desire, ramping it up until I was desperate.

He gently cupped my ass, and I pushed up into him, wanting his touch. Pulling my mouth from his, I asked, “Do you want to?”

“More than anything.”

I grinned at his needy tone. “That’s because you're my good boy.”

Don moaned, low and loud.

Getting up, I resituated until I was on my knees over his face, hands gripping the headboard. Don was already reaching for my hips, trying to pull me down. I smiled down at him. “You want me so bad, huh?”

“Yes,” he panted. “I want to taste you. Please.”

In all our time together, Don had never eaten my ass.

Hell, I could hardly even have him touch it.

I wasn’t ready for him to fuck me, and honestly, I might not ever be and I was okay with that.

What me and Don had was enough. It was healthy, intimate, and our sex was good for us, which was all that mattered.

“Please, Little Warrior,” Don begged.

“Oh, Donny, you are so sweet.”

Another whimpering moan came out of him.

I lowered, slightly nervous, but the position made me feel better because, even now, I was in control.

His tongue dragged over my taint and hole, and my hands gripped the headboard as I cried out. Fuck. That felt amazing. It had been forever since someone had done this to me, and Don’s tongue with its scales provided the perfect amount of scritch and pressure.

He growled under me, and I laughed. Gripping his hair, I said, “You’re the best. You know it. Now, lick me.”

Don followed my command.

I writhed and wriggled on his face, trying not to hurt him, but it felt so damn good—impossibly good. “Good boy,” I said breathlessly. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t.

My cock was hard and dripping, and my hole was getting sloppy from his saliva. Gently, he sucked on my rim, and I whined. It was just too good. Nibbling, sucking, licking, Don continued to pleasure me with no intent to stop. When his tongue prodded my hole, I froze and so did he.

I shook my head, pulse racing and not in a good way. “I can’t, Sweetheart.”

Don tentatively licked me again, and I moaned.

“Yes, Donny, yes.”

He continued feasting on me without penetrating me. I wasn’t ready, and he didn’t seem to care.

Eventually, I went up on my knees, taking my hole out of his reach, and he growled, trying to pull me against him again.

I smirked down at him. “Did my good boy like licking me?”

“Yes,” he said, voice rough.

I cupped his cheek, my smile softening. “Good. Now I want you to ride me again because that was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

He swallowed.

My Don still didn’t handle compliments well.

I lay on my back, and Don didn’t hesitate to straddle me, his weight pressing me into the bed.

“Give me a moment,” I whispered, breathing through the initial panic.

I was safe. I was making a choice. This was my body.

I wanted this. Hell, I’d thought last night was a dream come true.

I’d jerked off multiple times thinking about this.

I paused. Shit. I turned my head to the side to the pillow I was half on—the one dressed in Don’s shirt. “I can explain,” I squeaked, blushing.

Don’s rumbly laugh vibrated through me, and he bent over me to kiss the sensitive skin behind my ear, nipping at the lobe. “I’m sure you can.”

“I missed you.” It was the best explanation I had. I’d put his shirt on a pillow, then would bang one out, pretending he was holding me, loving me, keeping me safe.

“I missed you. Desperately.” He buried his face against my neck. “I cannot be away from you again, Vince. Not ever.”

I beamed, tightening my hold—not enough to hurt him but enough to keep him close. “Not ever.”

Taking one of his hands, I slid it down my body, panting.

Don groaned, and it made my cock twitch.

I loved his noise—every groan, every moan, every gasp, they were all mine and I cherished them.

I was the only one who would ever make Don cry with pleasure.

I was the only one who would ever hear them.

“Yes,” he murmured against my lips, breath as harsh as mine.

I guided his hand to my aching cock, and he gripped the base, pumping me.

“ Ugh , Sweetheart.”

He kept slowly jerking me. “Vince, I want to taste you.”

“Yeah.”

Don kissed down my body, his tongue flicking out and scraping against my skin. Every brush of his tongue drew a cry from my lips. I kept a hand on his head, gripping the silky strands to ground myself. It was easier when I could see Don’s eyes and know it was him, but holding him helped.

“It’s me,” he whispered against my nipple, making the nub tighten. “It’s me.”

“I know, Sweetheart.”

He latched onto my nipple, and I arched.

“Fuck.” I was sensitive. “Don,” I cried as his tongue flicked.

He sucked and nipped until I was writhing under him, cock leaking pre-cum everywhere.

Don pulled back with a pop, and the cold air made the abused nipple sting pleasantly.

He shifted to the other one to do the same thing.

With every touch, he was driving me to the edge. I was calling his name, rocking against him in an attempt to seek friction of any kind, even though I didn’t want to come yet. I wanted to be buried in his hole while he rode me, seeking only the pleasure I could give him.

“Vince,” he groaned, and I smirked.

“You like that thought, don’t you?” I asked. “You like how much I want you.”