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Teddy

Othoni and I kissed for a long time. I caressed his thighs and belly, savoring his soft skin and the light hair that marked it while steering clear of anything too intimate so as not to make him feel pressured to move toward the claiming vows or anything he wasn’t ready for. If I had been him, I’d probably have asked me that too. My body count wasn’t exactly small, and I never made a secret of that. Sex wasn’t something I held shame about. If everyone involved was down to party, I partied. Only now, with Othoni’s tongue lapping at mine, I wasn’t sorry to say goodbye to those times. I had already left them behind before I found him all huddled up in my bed afraid of the storm. I didn’t regret them, but no one lived in the purple district forever.

His hand slid down over my stomach to my dick and his long, nimble fingers wrapped around my cock. I breathed out as his hand slid down and then back up my shaft. His insecurities must have scuttled back off to wherever their type hides out when they’re not messing with our heads. I deepened the kiss, wrapping an arm around him to pull him closer as he stroked me. I lost myself to his warm hand sliding over my skin until his voice broke the silence of our affection.

“Do you still want me to grab the lube?”

he whispered as if he was afraid the universe might here and interfere with our plans again.

“Please,”

I whispered and stayed where I was as he grabbed the lube from the bed.

“We’re not doing it on the carpet. Knees aren’t made for that,”

he managed to laugh despite his blush returning to redden his cheeks to a beautiful shade.

“Where do you want me?” I asked.

“On the edge of the window seat but sitting up,”

he said, his bossiness returning like it had when he told me to take my dick out the other day. I smirked at him and pushed myself onto the window seat. Despite complaining about knees on carpet seconds before, Othoni dropped to his own in front of me. My heart skipped over itself at the sight of him knelt there with his hands on my thighs and his eyes on my cock. He took me in his hand again a second later, stroking and teasing me with his soft-fingered touches. I leaned back on my elbows careful not to put my weight on the window. It might’ve been privacy covered but I doubted it was graded to carry a dragon’s weight and glass shards weren’t the sort of scratches I wanted up and down my back.

Othoni’s warm, moist tongue snaked out of his mouth and licked around the head of my dick. I let out a sigh and swallowed down a ring of smoke that tried to escape. He lifted one of my knees over his shoulder and hung onto my leg as his mouth slid down my cock. Then he moved the other.

“Are you okay?”

I asked. “I know my legs---”

“Shush,”

he slipped my dick out of his mouth long enough to say. “I put them there. I know what I could handle.”

“Yes, sir,”

I laughed.

“Shush! The next sound you make better be from losing as many brain cells as you’ve taken from me,”

he said and slipped his mouth back over my dick. I surrender to the soft wetness of his lips and tongue teasing me and sending spirals of pleasure up and down my shaft. The longer he sucked on me the more my legs trembled on his shoulders. He could’ve kept going all day, but I wasn’t going to cum. It didn’t matter how full or heavy my balls grew, whatever mechanism inside me forced me to wait it out. I breathed in and out with the rhythm of his mouth guiding me.

“Almost too much, Othoni,”

I whispered not quite ready to shout tangerine yet but I was getting close to that point.

He pulled away and blinked at me. His scent turned confused but still aroused.

“I’m not going to cum until you do, mate,”

I grinned, letting out a heavy breath of relief. I was still hard and throbbing but without his mouth to agg me on it was a tolerable longing.

“I got in the zone, sorry,”

he said, flashing me a sheepish grin.

“Don’t apologize. It was great. I just… The whole thing…”

“I’ll have to remember that before I break your brain,”

he said and kissed my thigh. “Comfy there?”

“Enough. Watching out for the window.”

“You’d think they’d have dragon proof by now.”

A second later, my break was over, and his mouth was back on me. He kissed up and down my shaft on one side and then the other. Somewhere beyond the hum of my own pleasure the lube bottle snapped open and a second later Othoni slid a hesitant, exploratory finger into me. I sighed, relaxing around the digit as his mouth continued its delicate work on my dick.

I wanted to lose myself to his mouth and hands touching me, but the window was there, keeping me all too aware of everything I was. I wasn’t on edge, but I was in the moment, reveling in every lick of his tongue and rocking of his fingers as I leaned on my elbows.

Othoni rose, to his feet swiftly, catching me off guard so that I found myself flat on my back with him holding my legs up. My head just cleared the danger zone of the window.

“Still comfy?”

Othoni asked, smirking.

“I am,”

I chuckled. “You’re stronger than you look.”

“Jaguars will drag dead prey for miles when we have to. Even up into trees. You’re not resisting and you’re not dead weight. So this is easy,”

he grinned wrapping his arms around my calves as he spoke. “I expected you to weigh more or feel like you weighed more.”

“I could, probably,”

I laughed. “We’ll have to test that another time. One more thing before our claiming vows---”

“I’m not a prude. I expect to see some of your partners,”

Othoni cut me off.

“I wasn’t going to say that. I was going to say I’m sorry ahead of time. My memories are grief now and you seem pretty empathetic most of the time,”

I frowned.

“I am but I’m also more resilient than you think,”

he said. “A little grief or a lot of grief isn’t going to scare me off.”

“It’s just not something that I want to put anyone else through.”

“Who’s in his head now?”

Othoni asked.

“We’re mates. It’s my turn to wonder if I’m too much.”

“Nah,”

Othoni shook his head. “Maybe for lesser men and those with the emotional intelligence of a split atom. You’re not too heavy, you’re not too horny, and you’re certainly not too emotional. If I wanted someone lighter, softer, and emotionally numb I’d marry a paper maché rock. I don’t know if how we go about our claiming vows tipped you off, but we view mateship pretty equally. Things go both ways and not just in the bedroom.”

He let my feet drop to the floor and leaned over me for a kiss. I held him close, caressing his back and sides as our tongues danced between our mouths. I never wanted to let go of him. So, I wrapped my legs around him as an extra way to keep him all pressed up against me.

“You want me like this?”

Othoni whispered in my ear.

“Yeah,”

I nodded. “I like you all up close and personal.”

I dropped one foot to the floor and felt around for the lube bottle before snatching it up with my toes and tossing it up onto the window seat. Othoni laughed, called me a show off, and stood up long enough to give me a show of lube drizzling over his cock before he pumped his fist over himself and then set to work with his fingers again. I hooked my ankle around the back of his knee until he leaned in closer for a kiss as his long, nimble fingers rocked inside me. Little pulses of pleasure moved with his fingers as I kissed him hard. We were both erect and ready more than ever to be inside the other’s head. My dragon let out a low, mechanical-sounding purr, wanting more of Othoni.

His head rose as if he heard my dragon calling out for him. Without the claiming vows he and his jaguar couldn’t hear us but he moved as if he could.

“Scent and body language,”

my dragon offered up as explanation. “And he’s ready too. His cock is glistening with pre-cum.”

I licked my lips as Othoni reached down and took his beautiful dick in hand again. I swallowed a groan as his hand pumped over his cock. He was so fucking gorgeous, his face all screwed up in desire and pleasure as he stroked himself. My breath caught in my lungs for a second and I forced it out on the back of a ring of smoke that I waved away.

“Smoke is okay,”

Othoni whispered. “It’s natural. It’s you.”

“You don’t need lung cancer.”

“If I can survive all the magical bonfires of my pard, I can survive you,”

Othoni said, dropping his dick and stepping between my legs again. He ran his soft hands up and down my chest and stomach before taking his dick up again and rubbing its plump head between my ass cheeks. I let out a long slow breath, relaxing under his touch as he pushed into me, the first few inches. I brought my legs up around him as my body made room for him. His gaze met mine and he blushed. Reaching up, I stroked his flushed cheek and mouthed that he’d be okay. That we’d both be okay.

“First times are always nerve wrecking,”

I said aloud a second later.

“You’re tight,”

he whispered as if it were a secret. “Even after foreplay.”

“Biologically, we’re different, mate.”

“I knew that but… I don’t know what,”

he laughed. “I’ve never topped but I---”

“You like to play with yourself,”

I smirked. “I’ve been with alphas, betas, and omegas. I know what you mean. I don’t have the self-lubrication that let’s you get right to it if you’re horny enough.”

“Like right now,”

he whispered. “I’m gushing all over my thighs.”

“I can feel it,”

I said, licking my lips. “Now are you going to fuck me or not?”

He growled and his eyes shifted to that of his jaguar. My dragon let out a mock growl that morphed into a long moan of pleasure as Othoni rocked his hips forward again, feeding a bit more of himself into me. I arched my back, digging my heels into him as I pushed him closer and causing him to sink into my body as he took that tiny step forward. My brain reeled for a second at the sudden fullness of him being inside me. I rocked my hips, adjusting our position. Then I locked my ankles behind his back.

Above me, Othoni breathed hard, but steady. I ran my hand over his chest and belly as if I could stroke the wild jaguar inside him. Phantom fur tickled my fingers as our bodies began moving together. I pulled him down close for a long kiss. Skin on skin made it more intimate and I wanted all of him. I wanted his every breath, moan, and thought. I wanted to know where his mind strayed when it was unoccupied. I needed to know everything he wanted to do and what he fantasized about.

I ran my hands down his back and cupped his ass cheeks as he rocked into me in steady, deliberate strokes. I couldn’t stop touching him. I wanted my hands everywhere they could reach – all at once. Heat built between our bodies and Othoni’s expression grew more determined as he found his rhythm and confidence. When his face screwed up in pleasure, I thought he forgot everything we set out to do. I’d seen that expression before – he was close to orgasming.

“I haven’t forgotten,”

he said, through gritted teeth as he paused, his legs trembling from the need to keep thrusting into my body. I kissed him softly, still pulsating with pleasure as he gained his composure.

“Almost forgot, huh?”

I whispered, drawing circles on his flesh with my thumbs.

“Almost,”

he admitted before turning his attention to my shoulder where my claiming gland lived.

Over the last few days since meeting Othoni it swelled up with the clear fluid that was the real magical star of the show that was our claiming vows. The fluid inside the gland contained all the memories our claiming vows thought Othoni needed to know to love me again without feeling crazy and vice versa. I tried not to think about how many negative emotions might spill out of the gland.

“Stop that!”

my dragon scolded as Othoni’s warm, moist tongue snaked over the taut skin of the gland. Underneath it the liquid sloshed around, anxious to be let out. He kissed my gland and then opened his mouth to lick it again. I let out a long, happy sigh. This was it: the moment everyone waits for. I held onto him and rocked my hips as he borrowed his jaguar’s eye tooth and bit down on my gland. The sting went as fast as it came on and my body clenched around him. He growled against my shoulder, his mouth still spread in a bite. His tongue lapped hungrily at the clear magical fluid running like a fount from my gland. I didn’t know what it showed him but if anything gave him pause, he didn’t show it. He lapped and lapped until the gland ran dry. Then his mouth was on mine and his tongue plunged into my mouth. I kissed him hard, rocking my hips under him to keep his pulsating dick moving inside me. A moment later, he found his rhythm again and it didn’t take long for that familiar ‘almost-there’ expression to return to his face.

“Do you want me to cum or ----”

he asked, his words trailing off.

“You’re so close,”

I said, punctuating my words by squeezing his dick hard as he slid deep inside me. “So fucking close. It’s written all over your face.”

The words came out breathy because he wasn’t the only one enjoying himself.

“I don’t want just half the vows,”

Othoni shook his head.

“Won’t be half vows. You can rest and then I’ll get you all hard and bothered again or we can switch if that’s what you really want,”

I said, still rocking my hips in time with his increasingly quick thrusts.

“If---”

he stopped talking long enough to draw in a deep breath. “If I cum, will you?”

“Probably,” I nodded.

“Okay. I don’t like when you don’t cum too,”

he admitted, mid-stroke into me.

“Okay. We’ll work on it,”

I nodded and stole another kiss.

“Can I let go now, mate?”

he asked me with those big kitty cat eyes nailing me down.

“Yes,”

I whispered and kissed him again.

Othoni’s thrusts became frantic as he sought out his pleasure inside my body. Every thrust drove us both ever closer to the edge of bliss. He panted above me, sweat dotting his forehead as his face screwed up with pleasure. I held onto him as he rode me until his dick twitched inside of my body. I bit my lip, swallowing down a roar and a moan as the proof of his enjoyment spilled into me in warm, sticky streams.

Then I came too, catching myself off guard. How long had I been that close too? Everything inside me pulsated with goodness but I hadn’t realized I was that close. I was so focused on my mate and ensuring he had a good first time that my memories didn’t break him that I hadn’t been fully conscious of how I writhed under him.

Othoni kissed me hard, as we both breathed through our noses trying not to drown in each other.

“You’re really good at that,”

I said in between kisses, giving him the feedback and reassurance I wished my first lover gave me. “I mean, you’re good at a lot of things. So, we’ll just add that to the list.”

He blushed and deepened the kiss, so he didn’t have to say anything. A second later, he was up raiding the room’s mini fridge for bottled water. I pushed myself upright, still feeling heady from the sex and our half-completed magical right. The claiming vows were common enough these days that it was easy to forget that they were high magic rituals. It wasn’t just a little hump and bite, and it was done. No, the claiming vows exchanged some of the oldest magic known to shifter kind.

“Thanks,”

I nodded to him as he slid the water bottle into my hand.

“Thank you,”

Othoni blushed, sitting down next to me. “I know. I know. I’m over here acting like I’ve never had sex before.”

“It’s different with us. Not just your first time topping but in general. If we didn’t click it would be bad. Like with a normal hook up if the sex is bad you just don’t see each other again. Also, the magic is practically lightning on our skin right now.”

“I can feel it. Almost thought another storm was coming,”

he laughed and changed the subject. “She was even prettier in person – your mom that is. She seemed like a really happy person.”

“I like to think she was,”

I nodded. “I hope she was anyway. Memories supposedly change every time we think about them so I’m not so sure anymore.”

“I don’t know how much of that I believe. I remember things the same as they’ve always been,”

Othoni shrugged. “If you’re anything like her, she was happy. Most of your memories were, mate. Sure, grief is there and recent change has kicked you around like a football but we all have those periods in our lives. I’m not trying to say you weren’t ready to sleep for decades. I just wanted to say your memories felt happy.”

“I’m glad I didn’t depress you,”

I laughed and stole a kiss.

I was happier than I let on. My life had taken some bleak turns and I didn’t want my problems weighing Othoni down.

“You’re not,”

he said, picking up on my thoughts. “And now you have to remember that I can hear some of what you’re thinking.”

I screwed the cap on the empty water bottle and tossed it into the trash before turn my attention back on him.

“Come here,”

I beckoned to him with a finger even though he sat right next to me.

“Why?”

he blinked, feigning innocence.

“Because I’m going to bite you---”

“Gotta help me pick my dick up off the floor first, mate,”

Othoni laughed, and I caught him off guard with a kiss.