Page 34 of Visions of You

"I hope you didn't joke about keeping lube around," he murmured against Keegan's lips.

"You didn't bring your own after all?"Keegan laughed, struggling to keep his mind functional under the onslaught of sensation—under the onslaught of all these goddamnemotionsthis cheeky dragon evoked in him. Affection, lust, the desire to protect, to love, to cherish him with all his heart.

Jaron shifted on top of him, bringing their groins in contact, pressing his hardness against Keegan's own. "You know what? This might be the first time ever that I regret not wearing a loincloth."

"Your pants getting uncomfortable?"

"Yeah." Jaron rolled his hips, drawing an involuntary moan from Keegan's lips. "I'd say yours are too," he added, leaning down to rest his forehead against Keegan's. His breath was hot as it brushed Keegan's skin.

Keegan reached up and tangled his fingers in Jaron's hair, pulling him into another kiss. He couldn't help himself. No amount of wisdom, plotting, scheming or future knowledge could keep him from wanting this dragon and all the happiness they could create for themselves.

He'd let his caution drop for one moment, and now he was caught.

Jaron's hand slid under Keegan's shirt, exploring the planes of his chest and stomach, and Keegan arched into the touch with a low moan. He tugged at Jaron's shirt in return, wanting to feel the dragon's skin against his own.

"Want this gone?" Jaron teased, pulling back just enough to yank his shirt over his head and toss it aside.

Keegan's breath caught in his throat at the sight of Jaron's bare chest, all smooth golden skin. He reached out to run his hands over the expanse of it, marveling at the heat that radiated from Jaron's body.

Why did he hide that under baggy clothes?

"It's a crime that you wear so much fabric all the time," Keegan said, touching. "Look at you."

Jaron grinned, preening a little under the attention. "You wear just as much fabric," he said, tugging at Keegan's shirt. "Let me see you."

Keegan sat up just enough to pull his own shirt off, tossing it in the same direction as Jaron's. He felt a flicker of self-consciousness as Jaron's gaze raked over his pale, lean form, but it was quickly chased away by the heat in the dragon's eyes.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Jaron breathed, leaning down to press a trail of kisses along Keegan's collarbone.

"If you're into pale skin, I guess."

"Never seen anything hotter," Jaron insisted.

Keegan huffed a laugh, even as Jaron pinned him back down to the bed and reached for the zipper of his pants.

"Impatient," Keegan murmured, but he made no move to stop Jaron. Instead, he lifted his hips to help the dragon free him from the confines of his pants.

Theyhadbecome uncomfortable.

Keegan's cock was hard and aching for attention by the time Jaron freed him from his underwear with a low whistle and a hungry gaze.

Keegan would have called himself average, but Jaron obviously liked what he saw, and he wasted no time in getting his hands on the object of his desires.

"Jaron," Keegan gasped out, his fingers digging into the dragon's shoulders as Jaron's fist closed around his cock, pumping him as if he wanted to drive every thought from Keegan's brain while sealing his lips with a kiss.

Keegan nipped at Jaron's bottom lip, enjoying the way the dragon groaned into his mouth. He could feel the heat of Jaron's body seeping into his own, warming him from the inside out. It was a heady feeling, being this close to his mate, and Keegan knew he was in danger of losing himself completely.

But he couldn't let that happen. Not yet.

He knew how dragons claimed their mates, knew that if he let Jaron take him now, there would be no going back. Their bond would be sealed, and Keegan wasn't ready for that.

He couldn't make that kind of commitment when he didn't yet know how to avoid tragedy.

"Jaron," he huffed out, a little more firmly.

The dragon looked at him. "What?"

"Move," Keegan said. He grabbed the shifter's sides and tried to roll them over so he could be on top.