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Chapter Sixteen

S kippy found a key under the front mat, just where Yael said he'd put it. Not that he intended to make showing up at Yael's house in the middle of the night a regular occurrence. They would need to exchange keys to each other's houses.

He tried to be quiet, but with two dragon shifters in the house, he probably would wake someone. Even Eryn, who was too young to shift for the first time, had a dragon's hearing. But when he got inside, the house was quiet except for the television, but it was at a low volume.

Yael had tucked his long legs underneath himself and curled into the corner of the couch.

Skippy set his overnight bag down and took off his leather coat, hanging it on the peg next to the door. He took his boots off next. The whole time, he never took his eyes off Yael.

He didn't want to scare Yael, but he didn't want to wake him either, so he decided to let him know he was there. "It's just me, baby."

Skippy kissed Yael's cheek before lifting him into his arms.

"Simon." Yael sniffed Skippy as if identifying him by his scent alone.

"That's right, baby. It's just me." He repeated himself just to make sure Yael knew he was safe.

Yael wrapped his arms around Skippy and snuggled into him. He seemed satisfied when he buried his face in the crook of Skippy's neck.

Yael growled, and he mumbled, "Mine."

"Daddy’s got you, baby.” Skippy carried him down the hall and to Yael's bedroom. When he lay Yael on the bed, he tried to let go, but Yael clung.

Skippy felt lips on his neck and then Yael bit lightly. Yael didn't break skin, but it was clear he would if Skippy didn't stop him. Bonding was something they needed to talk about first. It was permanent so Skippy wouldn't let Yael bite him without a discussion beforehand. He suspected Yael would want that too. At the very least, Yael would need to be awake for it. He probably thought he was dreaming. The only problem was Skippy didn't know how to get Yael to stop. His hold tightened when Skippy tried to pull away.

All that attention centered on an erogenous zone made his cock hard.

As much as Skippy didn't want to wake Yael, it was best if he did. "You need to wake up, boy. Right now."

Yael sighed and mumbled something. Skippy wasn't sure what, but he kissed Skippy on his neck again and then let him go.

As soon as Skippy could move, he only went far enough to meet Yael's gaze.

Yael blinked as if trying to remove the sleep from his eyes. Skippy could tell his brain wasn't awake yet. "You're really here."

Skippy smiled. "You kiss in your sleep."

"I only kiss you in my sleep." Yael wrapped his arms around Skippy again. "I'm glad it wasn't a dream."

"You dream about me?" Skippy tightened his arms around Yael. He was warm from sleep and smelled like cinnamon and vanilla.

"I thought I was. You smelled good. I thought we were bonding." Yael had a sex dream. Or maybe it was the start of one.

"You acted like you wanted to bite me, so I had to wake you." Skippy sighed. He hadn't realized the fatigue had set in during his road trip home. The long day hadn’t caught up with him while driving. It certainly took hold since he was so close to getting into bed, but he fought it. "We haven't talked about bonding."

"We should, but maybe later." Yael cupped Skippy's cheek. "You look exhausted."

Skippy stood to take off his clothes. He left his underwear on but then thought better of it when Yael took off his T-shirt and then he worked his pajama pants down and off.

The exhaustion evaporated when Yael blushed. "I want to feel you. Skin on skin."

"Do you want to feel my cock, too?" Skippy certainly wanted his cock to feel Yael, but he would do whatever Yael wanted.

Yael panted and wiggled his hips as though he couldn't stay still. And then he parted his legs, exposing his opening. It was as if he were unwrapping a present.

"Inside." It was unclear whether Yael was asking or telling Skippy.

"Is that a question, boy?"

When Yael's cock jumped, he took it in hand. But he let go when Skippy growled.

"Did I tell you to touch yourself?" Skippy knew he was taking a chance of killing the mood. If Yael didn't like Skippy's dominance, then they wouldn't make love that night and they'd have a long discussion about it in the morning. So far, Yael had initiated almost every touch, but Skippy had a feeling it was because he hadn’t up to that point and not because Yael didn’t like being dominated.

Yael let his hand slip away. His face grew all flushed. The pink coloring started in his chest and worked its way up. But he turned away, averting his gaze.

"Oh no, you don't. No hiding. Tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours." Skippy took his underwear off.

Yael shook his head.

Skippy changed tactics. "I'll give your cock attention if you tell me why you're upset."

Skippy just assumed something had upset Yael, but he wasn't sure. Yael's cock was still hard and angry from wanting attention.

Yael's gaze snapped to Skippy, and he scowled. "I'm not upset."

"Then what's wrong, baby?"

"N-nothing is wrong." The pink in his cheeks deepened, and that's when Skippy knew what the issue was. Not that it was an issue. It was actually a good thing, but Yael wasn't used to it. "I…" he sighed. "I like it when you take charge. When you told me no?"

Yael put his arm over his face and groaned as if the admittance had been painful.

Skippy climbed on the bed, moving between Yael's legs. "Very good, baby. What did I tell you your reward was going to be if you told me the truth?"

Yael met Skippy's gaze. "You're going to give my cock attention."

"That's right." Skippy took Yael's cock. He held it so he could see the tip. A pearl of pre-cum clung to the slit. Skippy licked across the head before the drop could fall. And then he swirled his tongue around the head, not wanting to leave any part out.

"Oh gods. Simon." Yael panted each word. With his cheeks pretty in pink and his eyes closed, he already looked debauched. Skippy was on his way toward making it happen, but he might just be closer than Skippy had thought. If so, then it was proof Yael hadn't been touched very often. Maybe he hadn't felt good in a long time. Skippy intended to bring him as much pleasure as possible.

"You can call me Daddy, if you want." Skippy licked Yael from root to tip and then took Yael's cock into his mouth.

Every move Yael made was involuntary. From the thrust of his hips to the way he tried to give Skippy more of his cock.

Skippy held him down with an arm across his lower abdomen and took more of Yael's cock. He wanted to go slow. He wanted to savor every taste and draw out the pleasure until Yael was nearly insane from it. But Yael's body had other ideas.

"Oh no. Not yet." Yael whined and tried to wiggle, either toward the pleasure or away from it, Skippy wasn't sure. It was clear Yael wanted Skippy to keep sucking his cock, but his body had already given into the pleasure.

Skippy sucked harder, hollowing his cheeks.

Yael cried out. He tried to thrust, but Skippy held him back still. Skippy let some of his cum slip from his mouth down his cock. He gathered it up without letting up on Yael's cock and swirled his finger around Yael's opening.

Yael's moan changed, along with his focus. He'd stopped coming, but his cock was still hard inside Skippy's mouth. Skippy pulled off, setting Yael's cock free with a kiss to it.

"Good boy.” Skippy reached for the bedside table and grabbed the lube. So far Yael's cum was enough, but they'd need more slick soon.

Yael pulled his legs back even further, giving Skippy more room.

Yael was tight. Tighter than what Skippy had thought he'd be. It made Skippy wonder if he'd ever had anything inside him. Skippy vowed to go slow no matter what, but he knew he needed to find out a little about Yael's sexual history before they made love. For safety's sake, it was important information.

Skippy moved to Yael's side without pulling his finger out. He kissed Yael's cheek and then his lips, but he kept the kissing brief. "Have you ever had anything inside you before?"

Yael met his gaze before nodding.

"When was the last time?"

Yael shut his eyes and panted every word. "A long time ago."

"How long, boy?" When Yael turned his head away, Skippy stopped fucking Yael with his finger. And when it was clear Yael wouldn't answer, he pulled out completely.

Yael whimpered and then a single tear escaped, sliding down his cheek.

Skippy kissed it away. "Tell me what's going on in that head of yours."

"I messed it all up." More tears fell.

"What did you mess up?"

"This. Our time together."

It took Skippy a second to figure out what Yael meant. Well, he knew what he meant, but there was something deeper behind it.

"You didn't mess up, boy. But you will have to earn each finger I give you and you'll earn my cock, too." Skippy turned Yael's head, so their gazes met. "What do you have to do to earn them?"

Yael sighed. "Answer your question."

"Good boy." Skippy smiled.

"Now, I'm going to ask you again. When was the last time you had something inside you?"

Yael might be insecure, but he was the best boy Skippy had ever played with. Even the crying was perfect because it showed Yael's eagerness to be a good boy. He was just way too hard on himself.

"My best friend in high school. It didn't…it hurt. It didn't feel the way you make me feel. So, I never did it again." Yael buried his face in Skippy's chest as if hiding his embarrassment, but there wasn't anything he'd said to warrant that emotion. At least, not as far as Skippy was concerned.

Skippy put the lube on his finger before swirling it around Yael's opening and pushing inside again. "You're a good boy."

Yael pulled his legs back, giving Skippy better access. He moaned. "Daddy."

"That's right."

Skippy kept his thrusts slow and easy, taking his time, waiting for Yael to give some sort of sign that he liked it. Knowing the one and only time he'd bottomed hadn't gone well made Skippy take extra care. He wanted to make sure Yael enjoyed bottoming. Maybe he'd rather top, in which case they could switch it up.

Yael's breathing changed at about the same time he began moving into Skippy's thrusts.

"When was the last time you topped?"

Yael shook his head, panting and moaning as if he couldn't answer the question.

"Do you want another finger?"

Yael nodded.

"Then answer."

"N-never."

Skippy added a second finger. He put a little more lube on his fingers before working them inside Yael.

Yael sighed. "So good. Daddy."

Yael was still getting used to referring to Skippy as Daddy. Skippy could tell by the slight hesitation. But it showed how compatible they were. The gods didn't get it wrong when they paired them together.

Skippy kept the thrusts slow and steady, allowing Yael plenty of time to get used to the pressure and fullness of something inside him.

At first, he stayed away from Yael's prostate because he wanted to make sure Yael's reaction to bottoming was genuine and not because his happy place was being stimulated. Everyone with a prostate liked it when it was touched. Yael wouldn't be an exception. But it didn't mean everyone liked something in their ass. Physiological responses weren't necessarily passionate ones.

But Yael definitely had a passionate response to everything Skippy did. So, when Skippy curled his fingers and rubbed over Yael's prostate, he moaned loud enough for the neighbors to hear and wrapped his arms around Skippy to get closer. When Skippy rubbed over that place again, he found himself on his back with Yael nearly laying on top of him.

"More. Please." Yael rutted against Skippy's thigh as he begged. "Daddy, please."

"If you want another finger, you'll have to answer another question." But Skippy wondered if Yael could answer him or even comprehend what he'd said. It didn't seem as though he had. "Do you want to ride Daddy?"

But Yael surprised him. He nodded in a frantic way, before climbing on top of Skippy. He flashed his fangs at Skippy when their gazes met and growled. "Mine."

Skippy added another finger, but his goal changed. He wanted to open Yael up enough to take his cock. He knew Yael was comfortable and wanted Skippy's cock as much as Skippy wanted to give him it.

Yael rubbed their cocks together, getting himself off while he drove Skippy to an edge he didn't know he teetered on.

Skippy pulled his fingers out when he thought Yael was stretched enough. "Put some lube on my cock."

Yael did what Skippy wanted, coating his cock, working it in until he was ready to come just from the jack off session. But Skippy growled, which was all it took to make him stop.

Skippy held his cock at the base. "Come on, boy. Sink onto me."

Yael met his gaze before getting into position. He braced himself on Skippy's chest, but didn't sink onto his cock right away. He bit his lip and frowned. "I don't want it to hurt."

"We can stop anytime you want. It can even be right now." As Skippy held Yael by his nape, he pulled him down, so their lips met.

Yael took over the kiss as though he was starving for it. But he didn't let himself linger. "I want it. I'm just scared."

"Go slow." Skippy moaned when Yael sank on to him until the head of his cock was inside.

Yael's eyes widened. "Oh. Oh, that's…" he took in a little more. "Good." He nodded as if Skippy had asked him a question. "Really good."

Skippy held him around the waist, but didn't make demands or try to control how much Yael took. He wanted Yael to control his own pleasure. But Yael was warm and tight and Skippy really wanted to thrust.

Skippy fought for every ounce of control.

Yael took all of him faster than Skippy would have thought. He lifted and then sank down again. And then again.

Between his moans and the way he increased the pace each time, Skippy knew it would be alright if he helped, so he moved with the pace Yael set.

Yael sank harder. He braced himself on Skippy's chest as he fucked himself on Skippy's cock.

Skippy lifted Yael with the rhythm they set together.

Skippy could tell Yael was close. it wouldn't take long. Yael flashed his fangs and said, "Mine" after he bottomed out each time.

"No biting, boy." Skippy took Yael's cock in his hand and jacked him off to the rhythm they set.

Yael clamped around Skippy's cock as he cried out. Come covered Skippy's hand and abdomen. And then Yael collapsed onto Skippy.

"Fuck." Skippy couldn't hold back any longer. He held Yael around the waist and thrust the way he wanted to. It didn't take long before he fell over the edge.

After Skippy came down, he couldn't keep from touching Yael. His instinct to protect kicked in. He had to make sure Yael was alright.

He rubbed Yael's back from his shoulders to his ass.

"Are you okay?" Skippy couldn't help but hold him tight.

Yael giggled. Actually giggled. "I'm great."

Skippy sighed with relief. "I was worried I hurt you."

Yael met his gaze. "Why would you think you hurt me? It felt amazing. Never experienced anything better."

"You were almost a virgin, baby."

Yael giggled again and lay on Skippy's chest. "Not anymore."

Skippy chuckled. "You're cute like this."

"Like what?" Yael yawned.

Skippy's soft cock slid out of him. "Happy. Satisfied."

"Aren't you those things too?" It was the first time he sounded unsure of himself.

"You made me happy and very satisfied." It hadn't ever been as good, probably because he'd never actually made love before. He'd always known there was a difference between sex and love. He finally figured out what the difference felt like.