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Lyric

J inn felt so small in my arms. Like air. When he clutched at my shoulder a spike of heat went straight to my groin. My cock hardened. I instinctively hugged him closer.

See how he is ours already?

Just because I got an erection?

You think too much. Follow your heart.

My dragon had never said such words to me before. He'd never been overly sentimental. He didn't think in terms of hearts and candy and flowers. What was happening?

This omega was still in the midst of a trauma. My—our—timing couldn't have been more wrong.

I carried Jinn straight into the bathroom and set him down before the shower stall. He leaned against me, balancing on one foot. Being needed like that was such a rare feeling for me. I could have basked in it forever. But it was more than just the feeling. It was Jinn.

Ours.

“That's a wonderful shower,” Jinn commented. “I thought the one downstairs was big.”

“The advantages of snagging the primary bedroom.”

Jinn laughed. “Well, it is your house.”

I laughed along with him and it felt good.

“The benches are built in and made of marble tile. It's hard on the ass which is why you can see I put cushions on them. Don't worry the cushions are waterproof--made for the shower.”

“My shower at home is just one spigot with water coming out.”

I smiled. “That works, too.”

I reached in and showed him how the shower massage units came off their hooks. There were three and they were attached to long hoses. This shower was made to allow multiple people to bathe at once, but I'd never used it for that.

“It's wonderful,” Jinn commented.

He leaned against me facing out and started to pull the scrub top over his head. It got a little stuck and so I helped him without a word. He did not protest.

When it came to his pants, it was a little easier for him. He undid the waist tie and let them drop effortlessly to his ankles.

I now had a completely naked omega leaning against me. It wasn't the first time for us. But at the roost I'd been a lot more preoccupied with other things to pay much attention. Now, Jinn had all my attention.

He had tiny adhesive bandages all over his body. To see them all together was a bit alarming. Bruising had begun to show on his ribs, arms and thighs. I wanted to wrap him up right then and there and hold him close to me so nothing could harm him ever again.

But what surprised me the most was seeing his cock. It stood straight out from his body as if reaching for something it couldn't find. I tried not to stare, but it was so beautiful distended like that, dark tan at the base and a precious pale pink where the tip poked out from his foreskin.

I shook my head. Forcing myself to be the gentleman. But out of the corner of my eye I kept up my ill-mannered alpha gaze.

He is so perfect for us.

Are you looking?

Are you?

I feel the pulse of need. Of course I look.

I shifted my weight from one foot to the other so my own protruding erection wouldn't accidentally rub against Jinn. The fact that he was in the same state didn't matter. I was here to help him, to keep him safe. I should be the better man.

Better? What does that even mean?

Lyrican had been more talkative than ever, and it looked as though he wasn't going to stop any time soon.

Dragons had a randy reputation, but as with any species we came in all different styles, forms and behaviors. Some of us had huge sex drives, and some didn't. Lyrican didn't. Until now. It was both fascinating and annoying to me. I couldn't criticize him, because I felt the same way about Jinn. But now wasn't the time to act.

I reached in and turned on the tap for Jinn, making sure the water was warm before allowing him to step in.

“Thank you,” he said.

He had to finally turn around and face me to take a seat. His cheeks were pink. His head bowed so his hair hung forward and I heard him whisper in a shaky voice, “Sorry.”

“For what?”

He wove his fingers together and placed them over his groin to hide his cock.

I handed him the shower massage which forced him to take one hand away. I had to peek. That budding cock was quite insistent, poking up past his fingers as he tried one more time to push it down.

My own palms tingled at the thought of what it would feel like to wrap my hands around him and stroke. Images of watching him break in pleasure washed over me before I could stop them.

Some gentleman I was.

I pointed to a couple of fixtures on the wall. “The silver one is soap. The gold is shampoo. If you want conditioner, too, there's a bottle of it in the mini alcove there above your head.”

Then, thinking he would never easily reach it, I stepped in and grabbed it, setting it next to him on the bench. Warm water sprinkled my clothes but I didn’t care.

“Thank you,” he repeated.

“Are you okay now?”

“Yes.”

I took a step back.

Jinn held up his hand. “Wait.”

“What is it?”

“Please don't leave me alone.”

“Of course not. I don't even have to close the door if you don't want me to.”

“Don't. I won't splash, I promise.”

Again came that overwhelming feeling of wanting to hold him close. I wasn't sure what to do with my hands. Or my eyes.

Jinn looked away as he put his hand under the soap dispenser and began rubbing it all over his chest and shoulders. Slowly. Was it on purpose? That was a ridiculous question to think. His whole body was sore. He had to move slow so as not to irritate his aching limbs. I realized he hadn't taken the prescription that I'd had delivered. They were pain pills, and I vowed to make sure he'd take one after his shower.

As he rubbed soap further down his body, my own skin heated. He moved on to his thighs and legs. The adhesive bandages stuck which meant we wouldn't have to worry about rebandaging him for a little while, at least.

Suddenly, I realized I hadn't gathered together anything for him to wear. I glanced around the bathroom. I had plenty of towels, but he couldn't live wearing those. I spied my robe on the hook by the door. It would be big on him, but he could wear it fastened tight, and it would keep him warm and covered.

His feet were dark with mud stains. I watched as he washed between each toe. I reached out and grabbed a clean washcloth from the counter and extended it into the shower.

He glanced up and took it, eyebrows raised. “That'll help.”

Now the cleanup job went faster. I couldn't say I was extremely pleased since I didn’t want the sight of him washing himself to end, but it was for the best.

When he finished his front, he stared at the washcloth with a confused look.

“Almost done?”

He looked up. “Could you… would you, umm, maybe wash my back?”

“No problem at all.”

I toed off my shoes, which I’d put on without socks, and walked into the shower fully dressed. I took the washcloth from his hand, soaked it up fresh, then helped him up to stand on one foot.

“Don't be afraid to put your arms around me if you need to… if you feel like you're falling.”

He turned to face away from me but not before I got another glance it his beautiful arousal. He smelled like the soap, but also of tender young flowers growing in freshly tilled earth, precious and sweet and new. Omega scent. It couldn't be helped. Saliva gathered in my mouth. I wasn't the lecherous type, just a normal alpha.

As he stood with his hand behind him, palm pressing against my stomach to keep his balance, I began to run the cloth up and down his back trying to be as gentle as possible. Up close and personal, with no danger present, I was able to really look at him. At the silken beauty of his nearly hairless skin. At the way the muscles of his back pressed against his shoulder blades, and how his spine showed in little bumps due to his youthful omega leanness.

His ribs narrowed to a trim little waist that led to narrow hips, young and abiding. His ass curved out and the rounded globes bagged for my palms to caress and encase them. Knead them and massage them. Spread them.

The ache inside me grew. I wanted this traumatized little omega. I should have felt ashamed.

I moved the cloth down to his tailbone where the crevice of his ass began. My hand froze.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yes.” His voice trembled in a damp whisper.

“You don't sound too sure.” I slowly rubbed the cloth back and forth as if gentling him.

Without warning, he leaned his damp head against my still clothed chest. The water seeped through to my bare skin but barely cooled. He turned his head and his cheek rested against my breastbone.

I couldn't breathe.

And I couldn't stop, either.

Slowly, I drew the cloth over his tailbone and between those two delicious cheeks. His head moved away as he bent at the waist to allow me more access. The soapiness of the cloth smoothed my way. The edge of my thumb brushed delicate, firm skin.

The top of my head felt light, as if it was a lid about to open and let part of my brain simply fly away.

Lower and lower I went. My knuckles brushed the backside of his balls. A part of me thought: He's letting me do this. Another part of me worried it was all me and I had gone too far. And then there was Lyrican. His joy seeped through my entire body like a fizzy drink tickling all over.

Jinn brought his hand back to my waist and gripped tightly at my shirt all the while trying to keep his backside to me.

I didn't want to ruin the moment, but at the same time I felt like I was the one who had to remain somewhat in control.

“I can't do the backs of your legs in this position,” I said softly.

I immediately regretted my words. They were so rational as I tried to keep my tone flat, and it seemed to take the magic out of everything.

Slowly, Jinn let go and turned all the way from me as I knelt on one knee and started washing the backs of his legs. When I got to his ankles, he hopped on one foot as if he was losing his balance. He turned again to grab me at the shoulder and now I was face to face with that sweet bobbing erection.

“Ohh, sorry.”

“You are fine.”

I brought the cloth up over one thigh and washed the front of his legs, though he’d already done that himself, all while trying not to stare. It was impossible not to see his need and refrain from responding. If I hadn't been kneeling, the tent in my own pants would have been quite visible.

Slowly, I brought the cloth up and soaped around his hips.

Jinn let out a soft moan.

I glanced up and saw his head had fallen back. His grip tightened on my shoulders and his mouth fell open. What a beautiful omega.

I got so caught up in his beauty that my hand slipped, and the cloth brushed against his cock.

“Lyric,” he whispered.

He liked it. If I let the cloth slip again, maybe that would be okay. Which was exactly what I did.

“Lyric,” he said again. “You don't have to...”

But I did. I had to. I wanted to.

I had one knee down on the tile and the other bent upward. In a whisper, I said, “Bend your knee and lean it against mine. Hold on to my shoulders.”

“Ohh, Lyric.”

I took his response as consent.

I created a cocoon with the cloth and encased his hardness. Then I started moving my hand back and forth.

He hissed and canted his hips.

“There you go,” I said softly. “There you go.”

It didn't take long. I felt the pulse of him through the cloth. The tip of his cock was stretched tight, and I couldn't resist running my thumb right over the tip. At that moment, his cock throbbed, and pale omega elixir spurted out.

I ran the cloth over the front of his cock and caught most of it. A tiny pearl of it rested on my pant leg. It shone in the gold shower light like a little precious bead.

With my free hand, I reached down and wiped it up with my forefinger. Before I even knew what I was doing, I put my finger to my lips, stuck out my tongue and licked it up.

Sweet delirium. The honey of him spread over my tongue and down my throat. Still kneeling before him, I bowed my head. I must have looked like some kind of supplicant at his feet. Begging. Needy.

See? You agree he is ours.

“Lyric.”

My name on his lips again. I would never tire of it.

I gathered up all my remaining strength and stood, pushing him deeper into the shower stall and grabbing the shower unit to rinse him clean. The entire time the soap was washing down the drain, Jinn held on to my shoulders. His head was bowed, dark hair scattered across his eyes. He either wouldn't look at me or couldn't.

When his skin was clear and clean, I turned off the unit and set it aside. The entire shower had taken about ten minutes. I leaned forward and picked him up the same way I'd carried him up the stairs. Only this time he was wet and naked in my arms, and I hugged him tightly to me.

Small sighs escaped his mouth. He wrapped his arms around my neck. Then I knew. Lyrican was right. He'd always been right. Jinn was ours.