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“Yes.” He placed his chin on my stomach, looking at me.

I brushed my fingers through his purple hair. “You love that I’m hard and aching for you.”

“Yes,” he replied with a moan.

“That’s because you’re my good boy.”

Don didn’t reply but let out a lewd noise that had my dick throbbing.

At the sight of those perfect green eyes latched onto my face and the feel of his rough breath on my skin, I cupped his cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

My heart thrashed against my ribs. I wanted to yank him up and press my lips against his, but Don wiggled away. He kissed down my stomach, dragging his tongue over the trail of hair that led to my cock.

“I adore this,” he commented, nuzzling my hair.

“Good, because I’m not shaving.”

Don frowned. “I don’t want you to get rid of it.” He kissed the bush at the root of my cock, making me groan. God, he was so close to where I wanted. “I love it.”

Words were impossible because Don licked my weeping tip.

“ Ungh ,” I grunted.

The friction of his scales on my sensitive glans was almost too much.

Don sucked my cock into his mouth, working his tongue over my shaft as he slid down.

The wet heat of his mouth made me cry out as I fisted his hair.

It took every ounce of control I had to not thrust up into his mouth and chase the touch.

He bobbed up and down, cheeks hollow as he took more of my cock until the head hit the back of his throat, making him gag and pull off.

Don tried again and gagged once more. Tension began building in his shoulders and his tail started flicking.

He was worried I was going to get mad, like his other partners had gotten.

I cupped his chin, but he wouldn’t meet my eyes and said in a rush, “I’ll get it, my Vince.”

“Fuck that.”

His eyes jerked to mine.

I ran my thumb over his bottom lip. “I’m so turned on, Sweetheart. You’re so fucking good. I don’t need you to deep throat me, and if you did, I would come in an instant, spilling my cum down that pretty throat of yours.”

Don’s eyes turned wet, and it broke my heart. I swore if those fuckers who’d hurt him appeared, I would rip them a new one. Don was utterly perfect, and how dare they make him feel less than?

He pressed the sweetest kiss to my leaking cock. “I love you.”

I grinned, unable to stop it. “I love you .”

Don sucked my cock again, making me cry out his name as I fisted his hair. His hands worked whatever couldn’t fit into his mouth until I was screaming. “Sweetheart, stop,” I begged. “I’ll come if you don’t stop.”

He pulled off with a groan. “Next time, I want to drink your seed.”

“Yes.” If he sucked me like that, he could have whatever the hell he wanted.

“You are so beautiful,” Don whispered, as if he was afraid of my response.

I smiled. “Just for you.”

Don ducked his head.

God, he was adorable.

I pulled him up, and Don didn’t resist. He straddled my waist, those perfect green eyes on me. Pulling the lube out from under my Don-fuck-pillow, I put some on my fingers. “Go up on your knees.”

When he did, I reached between them, seeking his entrance.

The second I brushed it, Don gasped, making me smile.

His tail whipped back and forth and his wings spread as I circled his rim in irritating slowness before pushing inside of his impossible heat.

He released a low cry, and I pumped in and out of him.

Don truly didn’t need prep to take me, but I enjoyed fingering him.

It was incredibly hot to watch him buck and whine on my fingers.

“You are perfect,” I whispered, pulling out. “My perfect good boy. Ride me.”

Don mewled and gripped my cock, angling it to his hole, and sank down.

I clung to his hips as the tight heat encased me.

Fuck. I would never tire of just how welcoming Don’s body was.

He bent over me, claiming my lips. Tongues tangling, I slowly rutted up into him, keeping my arms wrapped around him.

I wanted to be as close as possible. I wanted to be one person. I wanted to be one goddamn soul.

He whimpered.

“Just like that,” I told him as we slowly fucked—or rather, made love. Because that was what we were doing. We were making love. “Good boy, my Donny, my Sweetheart, my Dontilvynsan.”

“Vince,” he cried, pushing down harder on me.

“Fuck. Fuck,” I whispered as he continued to roll his hips riding me. My orgasm was barreling down my spine, and it was hard to hold it back. I didn’t want this to end. I wanted more of him and me together.

“Vince,” he cried.

Words were impossible for me as I called for him. His pace picked up as he pounded down onto me. Neither of us were going to last long at this speed. We were too desperate for each other. I fisted a hand in his hair, bucking up into him, needing him, craving him.

“My Vince,” he cried and his hole gripped me impossibly tight.

“Don,” I screamed as my orgasm crested, sending me over the edge, filling him full of my cum.

He grunted, riding me through my mind-numbingly good release until he sagged on top of me.

I groaned, going boneless. Don breathed heavily as he practically crushed me beneath his weight.

Slowly, he pulled off of me, making me hiss from sensitivity, but I wrapped my legs around his hips.

I wanted him to stay on me for now. I needed his weight to ground me, so I didn’t float away on the waves of pleasure he’d brought me.

Don kissed every inch he could reach and nuzzled me, scent marking. We’d been apart for enough time that I doubted I smelled like him anymore, which wouldn’t do. I rubbed his sides to help spread his smell.

He chuckled. “I love that you love me scent marking you.”

“I’m yours. I want to smell like you.”

A growl came out of his lips, and I grinned, kissing his neck.

“All yours, Dontilvynsan. All yours.”

Sniffling, he buried his face against me, and I held him securely, brushing my fingers through his hair. “All yours, Sweetheart. All yours.”