Chapter Sawyer
Sawyer
Sawyer had claimed the overstuffed chair in what he was calling the library of the house. The room had one wall of bookcases, several big leather club chairs with ottomans, and a large dark wood table where Sawyer had planned on finishing his final project.
His ass wasn’t having any of it, though. The mere thought of his hole had it twitching and Sawyer groaned. His head fell back against the arm rest and he cursed his mind for reminding him of the pounding he’d taken the night before.
He ached. There was no other way to describe it. And his ass was so tender he couldn’t bear sitting down. Needless to say, the wooden chairs that surrounded the work table were out. No way could he handle sitting on one of them. He’d tried and jumped back up again with a yelp of pain.
Sawyer ended up finding a comfortable position sitting sideways in one of the club chairs. He’d stuffed a pillow behind his back and draped his knees over the opposite arm. Henry was sitting the same way in a chair beside him with one of the books on magic Eduard had brought on his lap.
“Stop thinking about it,” Henry said with a laugh.
“I can’t!”
Henry snickered again and raised his eyes.
Draco came rambling into the room again, still mostly dragon.
He’d brought them both little bits of food all morning, offering Sawyer a strawberry and Henry a bite of cheese.
Then he brought little bits of egg, or meat, or other fruit. And then warm croissants.
Sawyer had a little stack of gifts beside his chair.
A pretty flower obviously plucked from outside somewhere.
A brand new laptop in a box. He’d given Henry a shiny new tablet that wasn’t even on the market yet.
And a pretty rock that was smoothed by years of water and glistened whenever the light hit it.
He’d brought Sawyer his favorite T-shirt, so soft and worn it was nearly see-through in a few places. Henry had on another of his shirts. They were both swimming in them, but Draco had given them both heated glares when he’d pulled the material over their heads.
“It’s totally not fair that Eduard and Andvari aren’t going through this. Just because we’re human doesn’t mean he has to go all caveman and protective. Do any of your books say how long he’s going to be like this?” Sawyer asked.
Henry shook his head. “Probably a while. I mean, how long has he been waiting for a chance to have sex with his mate? Not to mention what he did to Eduard. And me. Oh, goddess, I’ll be having happy dreams about that for the rest of my life.”
Sawyer scowled and shoved at the book he’d been pretending to read. “I can’t believe you let me sleep through it all.”
“Ha!” Henry burst out laughing for several minutes, earning another glare from Sawyer. “Sleep through it. You were unconscious, dude. He literally fucked all your brain cells out. I couldn’t have revived you if I tried.”
Sawyer grumbled again. “It’s not fair.”
“Yeah, yeah. You’ll get to see it all again. I’m surprised he hasn’t made you drop your pants again so he can check on your ass.”
If Sawyer had something available to throw, he would have tossed it at Henry’s head. “Don’t say that out loud! If he hears you, he’ll remember.”
“Oh, please. Like you mind having his fingers up your ass. I can see your face, remember?”
Sawyer grumped again. “I’m going to tell him to check on you next time.”
“Please do. I remember what those magic fingers feel like. I would not mind feeling them again.”
“Yeah, well, wait until you get his monster dick up your ass. You won’t be able to walk straight either.”
Henry sighed and wiggled his eyebrows. “Can’t wait.”
“Perv.”
As if conjured, Draco appeared with the little pot of salve Eduard must have provided in his hand.
He made a beeline for Sawyer. Sawyer held up his hands and pouted his bottom lip out.
He made sure to give Draco his best puppy eyes as a bonus.
“Drake, Henry said his ass is hurting. You should check him. I think he needs you to help him too.”
“Hey!” Henry started to protest, but Draco’s head had pivoted to him.
Sawyer bit back his snicker as Draco changed direction.
Before Henry could so much as squawk in protest, Draco had him bent over the arm of the chair with his shorts around his ankles.
He rubbed the cooling salve across Henry’s hole, rumbling comfortingly in his ear the entire time.
Of course, watching made Sawyer’s dick twitch, which made him clench his ass. He let out a quiet groan and Draco’s neck turned. He locked a flame-eyed stare on him, then reached out his hand. Sawyer almost refused, but then Draco frowned and looked so damn sad he couldn’t deny him.
“Oh hell,” Sawyer sighed. He rolled to the side and stood and before he could so much as blink, he was bent over the same chair arm as Henry with his bare ass on display.
Draco rumbled again and Sawyer felt his fingers dip into his hole. He gasped as the salve tingled and Draco pushed his finger deeper. Henry made a similar sound. Sawyer looked back and watched as Draco pushed into them at the same time.
He wrapped an arm over Henry’s shoulders, then tugged his head close for a kiss.
Draco made a happy sound, then added a second finger.
Sawyer whimpered, his cock full and leaking after just a few strokes.
He pushed back, letting Draco’s fingers go deeper.
Henry licked at his lips, both of them moving in time.
“Well, isn’t that a pretty sight,” Eduard said from the door. He walked slowly over to them, pausing only to kiss Draco, then sat down in the same chair they were using for support. “Don’t pause on my account.”
Draco grumbled and thrust into them again. His fingers weren’t anywhere near as thick as his cock but they were wide enough to cause Sawyer’s hole to clench. “Dammit, Eduard. You’re supposed to save my ass, not get him to use it some more.”
“Oh, you’re going to have to get used to this. I have a feeling you’re going to be more sore than not for a while. Don’t worry, though. The salve should fix you up. You’re already so much better than last night.”
Yeah, Sawyer knew he wasn’t anywhere near as sore as he had been and wondered what kind of griffin magic he’d infused into the salve.
Then again, magic wasn’t supposed to work on him so maybe it was just some sort of secret ancient formula.
He’d heard those pharaohs were a kinky bunch, so surely they’d had some sort of lube they’d perfected.
Henry cried out beside him, and his eyes rolled back in his head.
Sawyer grinned. “He found your happy spot.”
Draco grumbled, then twisted his fingers inside Sawyer until he made the same noise. “Oh fuck. Right there.”
Sawyer braced himself with one hand and reached for Henry’s cock with the other.
He gave it a firm stroke, then matched Draco’s rhythm.
Henry began to gasp, then he cried out as he shot his load over the side of the chair.
Draco kept thrusting, not stopping even as Sawyer felt his own release begin to crest. Henry cried out again, his cock spurting another load as Sawyer hit the mark and came with his cock untouched.
He’d never admit that Draco had given him a third finger, the added stretch being what he needed to put him over the edge.
Draco pulled his fingers out with a happy hum, then pulled Henry up from his slouch. He cradled him gently in his arms and carried him from the room. Sawyer pushed himself over the arm of the chair and landed in Eduard’s lap with a huff.
“You did that on purpose.”
Eduard ran his hand through Sawyer’s hair with a smile. “Maybe.”
He traced his other hand over Sawyer’s stomach and down to his sticky cock. “You’ve created a monster.”
“With him, or you?”
“Hmm. With both of us. I wonder how you’d handle my lion side.”
Sawyer groaned and rolled his head to the side. “I don’t even want to think about it right now.”
Eduard laughed and dipped his fingers between Sawyer’s legs. His hole was still twitching from Draco’s fingers so it was easy for Eduard to slide one of his slimmer ones inside.
“Such a sweet hole,” Eduard said. “But I’ll let you rest now.”
“What a gentleman,” Sawyer griped and Eduard moved his hand away.
“Do you need anything?” Eduard asked with a smile.
“Something to read while I lay here and don’t move. Which means you can’t move either so you can’t get me anything.”
“Cecil!”
“Eduard! I’m naked!”
With a huff, Eduard reached for the pillow in the chair Sawyer had abandoned earlier and shoved it over his crotch as the butler entered the room.
“Yes, Master Eduard?”
“Will you bring Sawyer one of those sports drinks please? He needs to replace some fluids. And something light for lunch today, I think. The dragon seems to want to hand feed the boys as part of his mating ritual.”
“Not a problem, sir.”
“And will you hand me that book, please? Sawyer has finally gotten comfortable and I’d hate to make him move.”
Sawyer thought he was going to die from embarrassment. He was sitting in Eduard’s lap, stark naked, while the man talked about him like it was an everyday occurrence. Cecil handed Eduard the book, then walked quietly from the room.
“I do hope you’ll outgrow this embarrassment soon. Trust me when I say Cecil has seen much worse. You should have seen me during my early years. My hormones were all over the place. I think I even fucked a chair at one point. Oh, those were the days.”
“Shut up and read to me,” Sawyer complained. He pulled the pillow from his crotch and tucked it behind his head before closing his eyes and letting out a slow, relaxed breath.
Eduard opened the book before glancing down to Sawyer. “Would you like to hear the prophecy of the Chosen One?”
Sawyer peeled open one eye and looked up at Eduard. “Yeah. I would.”
Eduard smiled down at him and opened the small, leather bound volume. The pages were old and slightly yellowed, but it was obvious that it had been taken care of for a long time. Eduard’s voice was so soothing, his elegant tone adding to the heft of the words that had brought them all together.
When the children cease their cries
And true love’s light goes dark
When the sisters’ interests divide
and the hidden ones emerge.
Nothing will stand in their way.
The guardians will rise
Two by fire, earth, air, water
The Chosen One brings strength and balance
For peace and love to survive.
Sawyer frowned up at him. “That’s it? It doesn’t even rhyme.”
Eduard pinched his stomach, then rubbed the sting away. “It sounds better in ancient Greek.”
“Read it to me that way then.”
Eduard sighed but complied. The old language was definitely prettier, even if Sawyer didn’t understand a word of it.
“In English again.”
Eduard laughed, but repeated the verse again. “Anything else, your highness?”
“Stop laughing at me. And it’s weird. How did you guys make sense of it at all?”
“I think the first ones called must have understood more of the nuances of the language. You know this from your undergraduate history studies.”
“Yeah, I know. Back in the day, Shakespeare was slapstick funny and now we struggle to understand the words.”
“Exactly. So we follow the traditions they first laid out and wait.”
“Have you ever wondered why now?”
“Every day since the mark appeared.”
“Where is your mark anyway? I don’t remember seeing it.”
“On my arm.” He sat the book on Sawyer’s stomach, then unbuttoned his cuff before rolling up his sleeve. The mark was on his inner arm, just below his elbow. It looked like a tattoo, dark ink against the golden tan of Eduard’s arm.
“Are everyone’s different?” Sawyer asked.
“I would imagine so.”
“That’s kinda cool. But how do you know it’s a guardian symbol and not just a tattoo?”
Eduard grinned and ran his thumb over Sawyer’s bottom lip. He’d been chewing on it again and between that and all the stubble, his lips were a bit chapped. “I just know.”
The words held a heavier meaning between them and Sawyer couldn’t help his smile. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “Sometimes you just know.”
Draco came rumbling back into the room and made his huffing noises. He scooped Sawyer up out of Eduard’s lap and carried him out of the room. “Any clue how long he’s going to be like this?” Sawyer called out over Draco’s broad shoulder. “Because seriously.”
“Enjoy it while it lasts, Sawyer.”