Chapter 15 Shenanigans
Shenanigans
Ernest
My mate slept on his side, his ass in my lap and his back pressed to my chest. His heart thumped slowly and steadily, and his soft breaths tickled my arm where I held him tight.
With my nose in his hair, I pulled in lungfuls of his scent and let it burn through me in waves.
The love I felt for him grew by the second.
It was Tuesday morning, four days since Lawrie had come home with me on New Year’s Eve. Had it truly been a mere four days?
We’d spent Monday doing nothing but making love, and it had been miraculous.
I’d have to message my dad and thank him for the advice—the flight had brought Lawrie and me closer together.
When he’d touched the dragon, stroking my head…
I might have felt at my weakest because Lawrie could break me with one slender finger.
At the same time, I could crush mountains and build castles only to make him smile.
I brushed my lips over the soft skin behind his ear and down his neck.
He squirmed and rolled onto his stomach, so I kissed his nape and got up.
The package waited behind the door. Grinning, I brought it to the bathroom and unwrapped it.
The plug was from smooth black silicone and had a round base.
I washed it and slipped it into the velvet tote that had come with it.
Then I went through my morning routine, emptying my bladder, brushing my teeth, a swift shower, and back stretches.
I was just about to put on the coffee maker when Lawrie emerged from the bedroom with pillow creases on his cheek, wearing nothing but a pair of loose sleep shorts.
He looked so damned cute I could have melted into a puddle.
“Where did you go?” he grumbled, frowning at me.
“We had a delivery, and now I’m making you coffee.”
“Huh. Okay.” He looked around sleepily, then nodded to himself. “Bathroom first.”
“You’re not a morning person, are you?” I asked.
He threw me a glare over his shoulder and disappeared behind the bathroom door.
Chuckling, I pulled out the empty water container from the coffee maker.
Should I make breakfast? Or we could go out…
I’d ask Lawrie what he wanted. We’d been holed up for the entire day yesterday, so maybe a walk and breakfast at a café somewhere would be nice.
The plug had been a brilliant idea. When Lawrie returned, smelling of toothpaste, I fucked him over the kitchen counter and slid the plug into him. His rim closed around the base, and then I licked his skin clean.
Now he was squirming in his chair at the café. His cheeks were soft pink, his eyes glazed. He was aroused and embarrassed and looked good enough to eat.
“How do you feel, sweetheart?” I pretended to study the menu, but my attention was fully on him.
“Great,” he said too quickly.
“Not sore?”
“Nope.” His lips popped on the “p.”
“So you don’t need to go to the restroom and pull the plug out?”
“No.”
I peered over the edge of the folder in time to see the blush on his cheeks deepen.
“Okay.”
The server appeared, and we ordered. As soon as he left, I studied Lawrie’s face again. My mate met my gaze briefly, then looked around.
“Lawrie.”
“What?”
“Is it making you feel good?”
“Stop reminding me of it,” he hissed, his lips twitching with a suppressed smile.
“Oh, so you were about to forget about it?”
He scowled at me. “I have a dragon-sized load of cum in my ass, held inside by a hard plug,” he whisper-shouted. “No. I can’t forget about it. I’m trying like hell to keep my boner in check.”
He straightened in his chair when the server reappeared to put our coffees in front of us.
“Your food will be ready in a few minutes.”
“Thank you,” Lawrie said, his voice a little squeaky.
“You’re adorable right now, sweetheart.”
He flashed me a quick glare. “I’m reconsidering my choices. I used to be a perfectly reasonable person before I met you. And now I’m a perverted nymphomaniac who can’t even make it through a brunch without needing to get fucked.”
“Are you in a hurry to get back home?”
“Yes.”
“No dessert?”
He leaned over the table and pinned his intense gaze on me. “Ernest. This was a terrible idea. I’m so horny I could weep, okay? Please, let’s eat quickly and go home.”
I swallowed. My stupid brain immediately mirrored his need, and now I was aching too. “You’re right.”
Luckily, the food arrived only a minute later. We ate in silence, and I was acutely aware of Lawrie’s every shuddering breath. He made me burn, dammit.
Plate polished, he put away the cutlery and stood. “I only need to pee…and adjust things.” On unsteady feet, he shuffled toward the corner with a restroom sign on the edge and disappeared behind it.
I paid and hurried after him. I hoped like hell there’d be proper stalls.
Bingo.
Like the first time I’d attacked him in the restrooms at Sullivan Burnes, he was just washing his hands. Wide eyes pinned on me, he shook his head.
“No?” I double-checked with a grin.
Lawrie took a deep breath. Then he spun around and slid into a stall. I was right behind him.
Frantic, I dragged his pants down, and he pulled his ass cheeks apart with his hands. The plug just sat there, but then the base moved when Lawrie clenched his inner muscles.
I gripped the base and fucked him with the plug. A little of my cum and his slick leaked out around it. I pulled it out and swiftly replaced it with my cockhead. Lawrie yelped and bit his fist.
“Hold this,” I said, and he took the plug from me, holding it carefully between his fingers.
His forearms braced on the wall, he pushed his ass out a little more, trying to take me in deeper.
So I slid home, through all that wetness, and we both exhaled loudly.
“Oh fuck, Ernest. How can I be this horny?” he whispered.
“Be horny, Lawrie. Want me. Crave me.”
“I do. I need your cock. Give me more cum, and then plug it all in. All of it. Keep filling me with it until I’m bloated. Until I can’t hold it all, and it’s pouring out of me.” His frantic whispers got interrupted by a gasp when I gave him a slow thrust.
All the demons in hell!
I rammed my cock into him, and he muffled a cry into his fist. The fuck was hard and messy, but we managed to stay moderately quiet, only panting and gasping when the sensations became most intense.
Lawrie came all over the wall, and I doused his fluttering insides with my cum, biting his shoulder so I wouldn’t roar for the whole café to hear.
Then I swiftly picked the plug from his trembling fingers and shoved it in.
Lawrie slumped in my arms, panting harshly.
“One of these days, we’ll get arrested,” he grumbled, making me laugh.
We snuck out of the bathroom, almost crashing into an elderly gentleman about to enter.
“How does it feel now?” I asked as we walked back home.
Lawrie gave me a wide-eyed smile. “Crazy.” Then he leaned on my arm, cupped my jaw, and dragged my face lower so he could whisper into my ear. “Slippery and wet. Oversensitive. Fucked-out and still horny. Like in heat.”
I quickened my steps.
When we came home, we did it in the shower. Lawrie was so full of liquid; it squelched and leaked around my dick, and the wet, slick warmth felt absolutely incredible. This time, he asked me outright to put the plug back inside him as soon as I pulled out of him.
Naked, we rolled around on the sofa, petting and kissing each other, then he nursed me for a long while.
We rested on our side, me spooning him, and I caressed the small cushion on his lower belly.
“Fuck, Lawrie, it gets me so hot knowing you’re carrying my cum around.”
He put his hand on top of mine and interlaced our fingers. “I love the extra awareness too. And the sensations.”
“I’ll fuck you every morning, love, so deep, the cum will stay in you. Become a part of you.”
He stiffened subtly, and I realized I’d just hinted at breeding him. Shit. He was quiet, but I could almost hear his mind racing.
“Ernest,” he began, and I braced myself. “I tried not to think about it for the past couple of days, but with the way I feel now… I think I’m ready to talk about it. I feel like we must.”
The heat. We had to talk about the heat. “Whatever you need to know or think through, just tell me.”
“You said there were options.”
I was eager to have a kid with him the moment I realized he was my mate.
I’d been waiting for him for years, and when he finally burst into my life, everything else clicked into place.
But Lawrie’s reality was different. “There’s a doctor specializing in our kind,” I said.
“He’s a dragon mate himself. If you agree to see him, he can determine the exact timing. ”
“Okay,” he said slowly, and I knew what he was thinking. What he was afraid of.
I swallowed. This was about Lawrie and his needs. His body, his decision.
“Lawrie, regardless of what I say in the heat of the moment, I don’t wish to put any pressure on you.
When we have a child—that’s completely up to you.
There are methods of contraception that work even for dragon mates.
We’ll have plenty of time together, our entire lives in fact, and whatever you want to do, I’ll support you. ”
Lawrie was quiet as he interlaced his fingers with mine. I couldn’t see his face, but I could hear his heartbeat, a little faster than mine.
After a while, he kissed my fingers. “It’s confusing. Right now, we’re wrapped up in this absolutely magical bubble, and I feel the bond growing, getting stronger every day. When we make love, I keep dreaming about it… About you breeding me.”
Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, trying not to let my emotions show. I said I wouldn’t put pressure on him, and I meant it.
“I imagined it the first time we fucked on the terrace,” Lawrie continued.
“On New Year’s Eve. My brain just went there on its own, and the notion of having you so deep, of being open for you in every possible way and feeling your cum in my very core…
It made me come so hard, brought me so much satisfaction, at first, I thought I’d developed some kind of kink.
” He shifted, his ass rubbing against my bare groin, and I kissed his neck lightly.
“Except then we found out what we were to each other, and it made sense. My body definitely wants it.” The “but” hung in the air around us.
“But you need to engage your mind in the decision as well.”
“Yes. And that’s the problem. I even fantasized about having sex with you while pregnant and… It’s so arousing. It’s making me doubt whether I’m capable of making a reasonable decision. I even wanted to stop fucking until I felt like I knew you better, except I can’t keep my hands off you.”
“We are getting to know each other, aren’t we?”
“Yes, of course. But all those orgasms and those damned ridges on your cock and your cum in me… I can’t think around you!” Lawrie huffed, obviously frustrated. “I’m sorry.”
“Do not apologize, Lawrie. We wait until the most intense bonding phase is over and you feel like you can really think about it. Then you’ll talk to Doctor Clearbridge about our options and let me know when you’re ready to share your thoughts. Does that sound okay?”
“You won’t be disappointed if I want to wait for two more years?”
I lifted myself on my elbow so he could see my face. He met my eyes hesitantly, and the worry in his features squeezed my heart.
“Sweetheart, I’ve finally found you. I’m so happy I’m flying on the inside every minute of every day. I don’t think I have the capacity to be disappointed about anything.”
He looked a little sheepish and so cute I had to kiss his sweet lips.
“I love you, Lawrie.”
He smiled against my mouth, then kissed me harder, caressing my tongue with his.
After showering and starting another load of laundry—mostly towels and sheets—we returned to the living room.
“Ernest.” Lawrie scratched his neck and pointed at the sofa cushions. “Um. Maybe we should put something over it for the rest of this week?”
Drying stains of his slick and milk dotted the two middle cushions.
“The cushion covers are removable and washable. Don’t worry about it. We can do a proper cleanup at the end of the week.”
When Lawrie looked up at me, his cheeks were a delicious shade of pink.
“You don’t find it disgusting, do you?” I asked. “It’s just us.”
“I know. But it’s embarrassing.”
“You’re so cute when you blush.”
He swatted my arm. “Just bring a bed sheet or something, okay?”
My lips twitching with humor, I obeyed. We spread it over the center part of the sofa. Lawrie studied the end result when something important occurred to me.
“Do you like it here?”
Lawrie blinked up at me. “What?”
I gestured around. “The apartment.”
He still looked confused. “Of course. It’s a great place.”
“I mean the furniture and stuff. We can change anything you like. It does need more color—I’m not very good at this so I always go with the safest options, and then I end up with my home in shades of gray.”
Lawrie’s lips curved. “It is…very clean.”
“You mean sterile.”
“Tidy. Organized. Um, modern?”
I put my hands on my hips. He was making fun of me again. “Will you help me to redecorate or not? It’ll be your home too.”
He opened and closed his mouth, looking a little stunned. As usual, I was rushing things.
“Sorry, Lawrie. I keep forgetting it’s only been days.”
Taking a deep breath, Lawrie sank onto the sofa, and I sat down next to him. He patted my knee. “I’m okay. The freak-outs are getting milder and farther in between.”
“Sorry.”
He leaned back, resting against the cushions, and gazed at the walls. “I love the paintings, especially the aerial views.”
“Yeah?”
“And the bookcases.”
“We’ll add your books too. There’s plenty of space.” The thought of putting our book collections together made me unreasonably giddy. “When you move in, that is,” I added too late.
Lawrie went quiet, and I anxiously listened to his heartbeat. He seemed calm.
“You don’t have any plants,” he said after a while.
“Since I’m always away for months at a time, I never even tried keeping anything alive. Let’s go to a florist together soon. Do florists sell potted plants?”
“They do.”
“Great.”
“If I move in, I’d like to bring the pictures from my bedroom and some of my dad’s stuff from the storage,” Lawrie said softly. “His old armchair might even fit here. It’s reddish-brown leather.”
“We can pick it up whenever you’re ready.”
He squeezed my hand. “Thanks.” Then he let out a quiet half-laugh. “I do like staying here with you, Ernest. But let’s take it one day at a time, okay?”
“Okay.”
Lawrie cupped my jaw and kissed my nose. The sweet gesture made the impatient beast inside me purr with contentment.