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Chris opened his eyes, something was different. He was staring up at the ceiling and he could feel the floor beneath his back. The last thing he remembered was going to sleep next to Jack, drifting away on a cloud of happiness after Jack’s declaration of devotion, but he was in his own room, alone. He tried to float but nothing happened and instead he sat up and realised that he couldn’t float because he was solid. This wasn’t the first time but, unlike before, he had a sense of permanence he’d not experienced previously. His clothes were nothing like the ones he’d crafted, woollen leggings and a tunic, with boots that looked made for horse riding, the cuffs were on either arm, gold and shiny and he thought they were pretty.

He got to his feet. Taking his full weight was a strange sensation, and he bounced from foot to foot, enjoying the way his legs moved, and his knees bent. He’d never thought he’d be so thrilled at being able to hop. He spun around and laughed as he almost fell arse over tit and then discovered he was breathing. His nostrils twitched as he inhaled and concentrated as the air flew out over his tongue. This was amazing, he wanted to find Jack.

Jack. The last time he’d been this corporeal, he’d kissed Jack, and he wanted to do a lot more than kiss him. He was hard, his cock liking the prospect as much as the rest of him.

He needed to get to Jack. His instinct was to fly through the wall, but that means of travel would be lost to him now, not that he cared. A minor inconvenience in exchange for a fully functioning body was a trade-off he’d take any day. After a moment’s fascination with turning the door handle, he walked into the hallway, the sound of his footsteps such a revelation he almost walked past Jack’s door. He’d never had the opportunity to knock before, he’d had to make do with making coughing noises. He rapped his knuckles on the door and waited.

“Come,” Jack called, and Chris would be happy to oblige him. He couldn’t wait to get naked.

He pushed open the door. “Surprise.”

Jack’s jaw dropped and his eyes went wide. “Chris! Are you…?”

“Yes, and I don’t think I’m going to fade any time soon.”

Jack almost fell over his feet to get to him. He reached up to cup his cheek. “You’re tall. I mean, I didn’t think you’d be taller than me.”

“Not by much, a couple of inches. But you’re broader.”

“You’re stunning. You could be a supermodel, people would kill to have you model for them.”

Chris almost purred as Jack stroked his cheek with his thumb. “Do I look so different?”

“Not different, just more defined. I only got to hold you for a moment before, but this feels much more real. We should make the most of it, just in case you’re wrong and fade back.”

He had the same thoughts and wanted to make love to Jack, be inside him, possess him. He didn’t know Jack’s preference, he’d witnessed over the years that some men liked one way or another, and others were happy to switch. For their first time, he would love to be the one in charge, and something visceral clicked.

“Will you let me make love to you?” he asked.

“You want to be on top?” Jack confirmed.

“Yes, if you’re happy with that.”

“I am, but this will be new for you, and you’re going to need to take your time preparing me. Don’t worry if you get overwhelmed by the sensations.”

He would worship Jack and ensure his comfort and pleasure. “I won’t hurt you.”

“Just be patient and not rush. We’ll need to find what works best for us, and that will evolve as we go. But for now, we should start with getting naked.”

He sensed Jack was trying to make sure he wouldn’t be disappointed, but anything they did could only be perfect. “I definitely agree with getting naked.”

“Let me lock the door, we can take our clothes off and lie next to each other on the bed. I want to touch you, and we might need to ready ourselves for you to disappear at some point.”

He didn’t think that would be the case, but he wouldn’t voice his opinion in case he jinxed it. They’d seen each other naked before but he enjoyed watching Jack undress; his skin was pale and most of his scales had gone, with a single small outcrop on his collarbone.

“This isn’t a spectator sport, Chris,” Jack said as he lay down on the bed. “Strip!”

“Shit, sorry.”

Chris had never had to remove his clothes before, and while his boots and tunic were easy enough, the lace fastenings of his trousers gave him trouble before he finally stood naked, admiring his body as he did so. His legs were long with a light layer of hair and his cock was hard. He took it in hand, it felt the same to him but he couldn’t wait for Jack to touch it.

“Oi, leave that for me,” Jack said, grinning. “Now come here. You’re fucking beautiful and I need to get my hands on you.”

Chris clambered onto the bed and groaned in pleasure as Jack moved so they lay flush against each other. He’d had no idea that skin-on-skin contact could be so incredible, warm and soft and oh so good. Jack’s hair tickled his nose and he nuzzled into his neck, pressing kisses under his jaw and across his shoulder. He didn’t avoid the scales but knew Jack was sensitive about them so didn’t linger and he wanted to kiss as much of Jack as possible.

“Hey, before you go exploring, I want a proper kiss,” Jack said, laughing.

Chris was happy to oblige, and despite this only being their second kiss, it was as if his body knew what to do. Jack’s kisses were addictive, and Chris slid his hand down Jack’s side and rested it on his arse. He couldn’t resist a squeeze.

His cock throbbed and he thought about sliding into Jack, working him open, having him beg and then claiming him. Jack’s hands roamed his back, and Chris wanted to pin him down, he couldn’t think of anything other than taking him as if his whole body had been made corporeal just for this.

He sucked on Jack’s nipple, causing a gasp and Jack’s hips to buck. “I need you,” Chris said, nothing ever being so true.

“There’s lube in the bedside table drawer,” Jack said. “I can talk you through what to do.”

Chris was pretty sure he knew what to do. He’d watched a few men fuck and part of him seemed to instinctively want to get his fingers inside Jack and stretch him until he was ready for his cock. Jack would have his preferences, so Chris would need to be mindful that he didn’t lose himself in his own pleasure. Jack deserved to be treated right, and Chris didn’t want to do something that might make Jack have second thoughts about making love with him again.

He managed to break away to collect a tube from the bedside. It was half empty, and Chris felt a pang of jealousy that Jack had used it with someone else. “It’s open.”

“Yeah, I often use it to wank with. If you want to get into my previous partners, we can do it at length afterwards, but for now, all you need to know is that there’s been several tubes between me and my last encounter.”

He was being an arsehole. “The only thing I want to talk about is how much I want you to cry in pleasure, so you tell me what you like.”

He felt a wave of magic. “Cleansing spell,” Jack explained. “Get your fingers well-coated and take your time getting them in me.”

Jack moved and opened his legs wide, his arse presented and his cock hard. Chris wanted to suck Jack’s cock and use his fingers at the same time, the idea somehow seemed right and he was pretty sure he knew what to do.

He swooped down and claimed another amazing kiss, then set about his mission to have Jack enjoy their first time. Jack’s skin was smooth, and he had only a smattering of dark hair on his chest and belly. Chris had a little more but neither of them were hairy specimens. He trailed kisses as he headed south and when he came to Jack’s cock, he gave it a long lick from base to tip, causing Jack to buck and cry out. He would return to his special treat in a moment, now he wanted to start getting Jack ready.

Chris sat back on his heels, enjoying the view of Jack laid out for him to take. He squeezed the lube onto his fingers, reached between Jack’s cheeks and stroked his entrance.

“Push a finger in gently, don’t worry, you won’t hurt me,” Jack said.

Chris appreciated the encouragement, but he didn’t think he would need the advice. Something told him this was a long way from being his first time having sex, but it was their first time.

He slid in a finger, working it forwards and backwards, Jack lifting his arse and panting. Chris added a second, the feel of Jack’s walls a delight, once he got his cock inside he might not be able to keep his composure. Jack had his eyes closed, his mouth slightly open and he was beautiful.

He shifted so he was in the right position and took Jack’s cock into his mouth, Jack keened and Chris loved the feel and taste of him. The combination of having his fingers inside Jack and his cock in his mouth was exhilarating.

Jack grabbed the sheets and his thighs tensed, and Chris didn’t want him to come until he was being fucked. He pulled back. “I want you, are you ready?”

“Fuck, yes,” Jack replied, with a hint of incoherence in his voice.

Chris coated his cock with more lube and pressed the head to Jack’s opening. He took his time, inching inside, Jack’s moans and gasps all the encouragement he needed. The sensation was incredible, the heat and pressure around his cock perfect as he bottomed out. He started to move, he didn’t think this would be a prolonged fucking, he was already on the edge and so was Jack, and nothing that felt this good could last forever. He began to rock faster, Jack lifting to meet his thrusts and he reached between them and pumped Jack’s cock. Jack cried as he came, pearly strands of cum coating Chris’s hands, a delightful whimpering the accompaniment.

He had still to reach his peak. Jack was an inspiration and Chris lost himself in the bliss and rhythm, a wave of pleasure crashing through him as he rode Jack harder, chasing his orgasm. The world exploded in a sea of stars as he came, his body on fire, his mind blown.

It seemed to take forever for his vision to right itself. He carefully withdrew and rolled next to Jack, pulling him into his arms. They exchanged more kisses, Chris stroking Jack’s hair, unable to stop touching him. He held him close. No one would ever take Jack away from him. He would protect him until his last breath.