18. Thalen
THALEN
Doran and I carried the bed frame and mattress inside, taking them straight to the bedroom. We spent several long minutes dismantling Evan’s bed, propping it and its mattress against a wall to make room for the new one.
“I can take it from here,” I told Doran, walking him out to the door. “Putting it together looks straightforward enough.”
“Have fun, Pata,” Jason said as he finished his lunch and went to the bathroom.
I stared after him.
“What did he just call you?” Evan asked.
I grinned. “Pata. It is a Dragonii endearment for a male parent.”
“Really? One of the Dragonii kids must’ve taught him that. They were working in groups during the last part of their morning lessons. That’s so sweet!”
I’d loved it when he called me D.D., for Dragonii Dad, but Pata was a word that spoke to my paternal soul.
It was a word I’d long fantasized of sometime getting to hear from my own kits, and had begun to believe that I only would after Evan and I perhaps had a kit of our own once the birthing unit was set up in the future hospital still waiting to be built.
That Jason had learned the word and immediately adopted it for me made my hearts swell with joy, as it meant he was adopting aspects of Dragonii culture as his own as if it was the most natural thing in the universe.
“Congratulations, my friend,” Doran murmured. “He is a fine kit anyone would be proud to call their own.”
I nodded.
“It’s time for play break, yes?” he continued, glancing at Evan.
“It is,” Evan confirmed.
“My sister and nephew are visiting from Algoran III. She’s minding the store for me right now, and my nephew doesn’t know anyone here.
I was thinking perhaps the two kits could enjoy playing together.
It would give you both time to assemble the bed and sample how firm and cushioned a surface the mattress is. ”
Evan looked torn. “He has another lesson this afternoon. If it wasn’t for that, I’d say yes.”
“What if I vow to have him log into his lesson in my quarters above the store? My nephew has schoolwork his tutors sent with him that he must also complete. They can do work at the same time.”
Evan threw a questioning look my way.
“If Doran says it will be done, it will be. He never goes back on his word.”
“Okay then.” Raising his voice, he called out, “Jason!”
“What?” Jason yelled back.
“Bob, please tell Jason to get ready to go with Doran. He has a play date with his nephew.”
We stood there, grinning as we heard Bob’s muffled voice inform Jason, who let out an excited whoop and came running.
“Right now, really?”
“Yep,” Evan confirmed.
‘Do I need to bring any toys?”
“There are toys there for you already,” Doran reassured him.
“Awesome!”
I shook my head at the enthusiasm he showed as he rushed out the door, climbing up into the passenger seat of Doran’s flitter without waiting.
Evan laughed. “If he gets to be too much, just call us, and we’ll come pick him up.”
Doran nodded, then gave me a wink as he left, letting me know no such thing was going to happen.
Closing the door after waving the pair cheerfully off, I took Evan into my arms. Nuzzling him as I sniffed the column of his neck, I dragged the flat of my fangs against the throbbing vein I found there. I felt him shiver, his musk of arousal perfuming the air as his cock hardened against my thigh.
“Is that your venom I feel dripping down my neck?” he whispered.
“Yes,” I replied, my words more of a growl than true speech.
“Fuck putting the bed together,” he breathed, his hand coming down between us to rub my bulge. “Let’s toss the old blanket on top of the new mattress so you can fuck me silly right the hell now. We can put the bed together afterwards.”
I liked this new plan, very, very much, so I swept him up over my shoulder.
He let out a laugh. “You’re such a caveman!”
I simply growled in response as I stalked towards our room to claim my prize. Reaching there, I kicked the door closed behind me before pushing the new mattress that leaned against our dresser to the floor with the same foot.
“Let me down!” Evan giggled. “I’ll get the blanket. I put it in the laundry basket in the closet.”
I sat him down, as letting him do so meant getting him down on the bed and at my mercy that much quicker.
He scurried to the closet, pulling out the light throw he’d used as a coverlet, I toed off my boots, watching him as he laid it haphazardly out.
Not that it mattered. It covered where we were about to spill fluids, and that was good enough.
He pulled off his T-shirt, tossing it to the floor as he began unbuttoning his jeans.
“You’ve got too many clothes on,” he panted, looking at me as he took them off.
It was true. I’d only unbuttoned my shirt halfway, stopping to stare at the creamy expanse of skin and two dusky pink nipples he’d revealed.
I quickly rectified that, finishing my task in record time, losing a button along the way.
He rushed towards me, dropping to his knees to eagerly mouth my length through the fabric, even while his fingers tried to free me from the confines of my button and zipper.
He finally managed it, and I pushed him back so I could shuck them off.
“Bed,” I managed to get out through my venom sac swollen mouth and he nodded, pausing to only remove his undergarment before crawling over to the mattress.
“Lube in the drawer,” he gasped. “Right hand side.”
I fetched it, returning to palm one rounded butt cheek.
“Beautiful. Mine.”
“Yours and you’re mine. Now hurry up and get me ready!”
I knelt down behind him, lowering my face to sniff along his crease, where the scent of him was strongest. My tongue flicked out, and I licked him from the top of his crease all the way to the bottom of his balls.
“Oh. God,” he moaned.
I dropped the bottle of lube and palmed his cheeks open, my gaze latched onto his flexing pink bud.
I needed a taste of it and dove in. Musky sweetness exploded against my taste buds as I devoured him like a starving male who hadn’t eaten for weeks.
My venom dripped, and I used my tongue to swipe some of it over the muscle ring.
“Oh, that tingles,” he gasped, wiggling his ass. “More!”
I collected more mating venom on my tongue and plunged it inside as I began to tongue fuck him.
“Yes!” he shouted. “Thalen! Don’t stop!”
I smirked. He was already begging, and we’d barely even started.