16. Aeron
Aeron
We were barely through my door before Quill’s hands were all over me. I might’ve also had my hands up under his shirt too.
His skin was warm beneath my palms, and I couldn’t resist running my hands up the smooth expanse of his back.
He gasped against my mouth, his fingers grabbing at my horns as he pulled me closer.
The kiss was desperate, hungry, and absolutely nothing like the careful, controlled one I’d just given him outside. This was lust, pure and unfiltered.
I kicked the door shut behind us and immediately pressed him against the wall nearest to it, pinning him there with my body. He didn’t resist. Instead, he arched into me, his hips grinding forward in a way that made my cock throb painfully in my jeans.
“Fuck,” I breathed against his neck, trailing kisses down the column of his throat. “I’ve been thinking about this for three days, Red.”
“Me too,” he admitted, his voice rough with desire. “God, I hate how much I want this.”
I pulled back just far enough to look at him, to see the conflict still warring in those beautiful green eyes of his. But underneath the conflict was undeniable desire. His lips were swollen from kissing, his hair was a mess from my hands, and he looked absolutely wrecked already.
“You don’t have to hate it,” I murmured, brushing a strand of red hair away from his forehead. “You’re allowed to want me.”
“Am I though?” he asked, but he was already pulling my shirt over my head before I could answer. “Because this feels like a really bad idea.”
I let him undress me, let him run his hands over my chest and shoulders like he was mapping out territory. My scales prickled under his touch, responding to him in ways I couldn’t control. Everything about him made my dragon side roar with possessive need.
“The best ones usually do,” I said, reaching down to unbutton his jeans.
He didn’t stop me. Instead, he helped, pushing the denim down his hips along with his underwear until his cock sprang free. It was already hard, flushed dark with arousal, and I couldn’t resist dropping to my knees right there against the wall.
“Aeron, wait—” he started, but I was already taking him into my mouth.
He tasted like salt and musk and lust. I worked him slowly at first, letting him adjust to the feel of my mouth around him. His hands immediately went to my horns, his fingers curling around them carefully like he was afraid of hurting me. The sensation sent electricity racing down my spine.
“Oh fuck,” he breathed, his hips thrusting forward slightly. “Your mouth is—God, that feels fucking incredible.”
I hummed around his cock, the vibration making him gasp.
I’d been dreaming about this since the night of the ward breach, about having him like this again.
But this time, I wasn’t going to rush it.
This time, I was going to take my time and make absolutely sure he understood exactly how much I wanted him.
I pulled back just enough to speak, my voice gravelly. “I want you to cum down my throat, Red. Can you do that for me?”
He nodded frantically, unable to form words. I took that as permission and went back to work, setting a steady rhythm that had him trembling against the wall. His fingers tightened on my horns, not painful but insistent, like he needed something to anchor himself to.
“I’m close,” he warned, his breathing becoming more ragged. “I’m so fucking close—”
I doubled down, relaxing my throat to take him deeper, and that was all it took. He came with a strangled cry, his cum flooding my mouth. I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him as his body shook with the force of his orgasm.
When he finally stopped shaking, I pulled back and looked up at him. His head was thrown back against the wall, his eyes closed, his chest heaving. He looked absolutely blissed out.
“Come here,” I said, standing up and pulling him away from the wall.
I guided him toward my bed, but before we could reach it, he pushed me backward instead, sending me sprawling onto the mattress. He followed me down, straddling my hips with a determined expression on his face.
“My turn,” he said, his voice low and full of promise.
He started at my chest, kissing and licking his way down my body.
Every touch sent sparks of pleasure racing through me.
When he reached my cock, which was already leaking an alarming amount of pre-cum, he didn’t hesitate.
He took me into his mouth with the same enthusiasm I’d shown him, and I had to grip the sheets to keep from losing control completely.
“Shit, Red,” I groaned, my hips thrusting upward slightly. “You’re way too good at that.”
He pulled back just enough to grin at me, his lips wrapped around the thick head of my cock in a way that was absolutely obscene. “Thanks,” he said before taking me deeper.
I lasted longer this time, which took a lot of determination.
Watching Quill struggle to fit my cock in his mouth turned me on more than I thought possible.
And when he looked back up at me with those green eyes and his lips wrapped around my cock…
it nearly undid me right there. But eventually the pressure built too high.
I warned him, gave him the chance to pull back, but he didn’t.
He stayed right there, taking every inch he could fit.
I came hard, my orgasm hitting me like a tidal wave as I spilled into his mouth. He swallowed around me, his throat working as he took everything I had to give. When he finally pulled back, he was breathing hard, his lips glistening with my cum and his own saliva.
“Fuck,” I breathed, reaching for him and pulling him up so I could kiss him again. I didn’t care that he’d just had my cock in his mouth.
He came willingly, straddling my hips again as our lips met.
I could taste myself on his tongue, and it should have been weird, but instead it was just incredibly hot.
My hands roamed over his body, mapping the planes of his chest and shoulders, the curve of his waist. Everything about him was perfect. Everything about him was mine.
“I want you,” I murmured against his lips. “To fuck you. I want to be inside you so fucking bad, Red.”
I felt him tense slightly, and I pulled back just enough to look at him. His eyes were still dark with lust, but there was a flicker of uncertainty there too.
“Have you ever...?” I asked carefully, not wanting to assume.
“No,” he admitted, his voice barely audible. “I’ve never... I mean, I’ve wanted to, but the last guy I was with started pretending I didn’t exist before—”
“Hey,” I said, tilting his chin up so he’d look at me. “We don’t have to. We can just—”
“No, I want to,” he cut me off, and there was a note of determination in his voice that made my heart skip. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time and I kinda want you to be my first if you want that too…”
Want it? I wanted it more than I’d ever wanted anything in my entire life. The thought of being the first person to have him like that, of claiming him in that way, made my dragon side purr with satisfaction.
“Yeah,” I said roughly. “I want that. But we need to go slow. Not bragging, but my dick is kind of huge.”
He nodded, trusting me completely, and that trust felt like a weight and a gift all at once. I reached over to my nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube that I usually kept for my own personal use. But tonight I was glad to have it.
“This is going to feel cold,” I warned, warming some of the lube between my fingers before reaching between his legs.
He tensed as I my finger grazed his hole, his breath catching.
I took my time, working him open carefully with one finger, then two, all while kissing him gently to distract from any discomfort.
He was tight and hot and absolutely perfect, and I had to remind myself over and over to be patient, to not just push inside him the way every instinct was screaming at me to do.
“You okay?” I asked, watching his face carefully for any sign of pain.
“Yeah,” he breathed. “Yeah, I’m okay. It’s just... different.”
“Good different or bad different?”
“Good,” he said, and when he looked at me, his eyes were filled with such raw emotion that it nearly undid me. “Really good. I’ve done it myself before but your fingers are different than mine.”
“The scales?”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
“Want me to shift to a more human form?”
For a moment he just stared at me, his brows furrowed. “I would never ask you to be something you aren’t for me.”
I couldn’t help the smile that spread over my face at his words. Nobody in my entire life had said something like that to me. My heart did some weird gymnastics in my chest before I finally managed to nod and get myself back under control.
I worked him open a little more, making sure he was ready for me. When I finally positioned myself at his entrance, I paused for a moment, my cock throbbing against his virgin hole.
“Last chance to change your mind, Red.”
“Don’t you dare stop now,” he said, his hands gripping my shoulders. “Please, Aeron. I… I need this.”
I pushed inside him slowly, so slowly it felt like torture. He was impossibly tight around me, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from cumming right then and there. His face scrunched up in discomfort, and I stopped immediately, buried only an inch or so inside him.
“Breathe,” I murmured, pressing kisses to his forehead, his cheeks, his lips. “Just breathe, Red. Let your body adjust.”
I waited, holding perfectly still as his body shifted and loosened around me. Gradually, his expression shifted from discomfort to something more like wonder. His fingers relaxed their grip on my shoulders, and he nodded at me.
“Okay,” he whispered. “I’m ready.”
I pushed deeper, inch by inch, until I was fully seated inside him.
The feeling was indescribable. It wasn’t just physical pleasure, though it absolutely was that.
It was something deeper, something that resonated on a level I didn’t have words for.
This was my mate. This was exactly where I was supposed to be.
“You feel incredible,” I breathed against his neck. “So fucking perfect.”
I started moving slowly, finding a rhythm that seemed to work for both of us. His hands roamed over my back, my shoulders, gripping my horns as his hips began to move with mine. The pleasure built steadily, a constant climb toward something that felt inevitable and necessary.
“Oh fuck…” Quill moaned, riding at least half of my cock now. I was impressed he’d taken so much. “I’ve never felt anything like this in my life…”
“Feel good?”
He nodded. “Mmhmm.” He bit his lower lip. “I want more. I want you to fuck me harder.”
“How about I just shift the angle?” I offered, pushing him back slightly. As soon as I did, he let out a sharp gasp. “Yep,” I grinned. “There it is.”
I kept hitting that spot inside him over and over, watching as his eyes rolled back and his mouth fell open in a silent gasp. His whole body was trembling beneath mine, and I could feel the way his internal muscles were clenching around my cock in response to the pleasure.
“There,” he breathed out, his voice rough. “Right there, Aeron, please don’t stop.”
I had no intention of stopping. I increased my pace, my hips driving into him with more force now that I knew he could handle it. The bed creaked beneath us with each thrust, and I didn’t give a shit if anyone heard. Let them know. Let the entire campus know that Quill Aster was mine.
His nails dug into my back, probably leaving marks, but I welcomed them. I wanted evidence of this, proof that it had happened. His breathing became more ragged, more desperate, and I could feel him getting close.
“I’m gonna cum,” he gasped, his hips meeting mine thrust for thrust. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna—”
“Do it,” I commanded, leaning down to capture his lips in a searing kiss. “Cum for me, Red. Let me feel it.”
He came with a muffled cry against my mouth, completely untouched, his body tensing as his orgasm washed over him.
I felt the hot spurts of his cum between us, felt the way his ass clenched around my cock, and that was all it took.
I followed him over the edge, burying myself deep inside him as I filled him to the brim.
For a moment, we just lay there, tangled together, both of us breathing hard. His arms were wrapped around my neck, his face buried in the crook of my shoulder. I could feel his heartbeat racing against my chest, matching the frantic rhythm of my own.
“Oh… my god...” he started, then trailed off like he couldn’t find the words.
“You did that hands free,” I smiled. “I’m impressed.” Then I faltered for a moment. “Is it okay I came inside you? I should’ve asked—”
“Yes.” He looked up at me, his pupils blown wide. “That’s what I wanted.”
I smiled and settled in, staying inside him for a moment longer and savoring the feeling of being connected to him like this.
Then, once my cock had gone mostly soft, I pulled out and rolled to the side, pulling him against me so his back was pressed to my chest. He didn’t resist. Instead, he seemed to melt into me, his body going pliant and relaxed.
“How do you feel?” I asked quietly, my hand running soothingly over his stomach.
“Sore,” he admitted. “But in a good way.”
I nodded, just holding him closer as I breathed in the scent of him mixed with sex and sweat. This moment felt fragile somehow, like if I said the wrong thing it might shatter. And that last thing I wanted was for Quill to run off on me again.
“Thank you,” he whispered after a long silence.
“For what?”
“For being patient with me. For not pushing. For...” he paused, searching for words. “For not giving up on me.”
My chest tightened at his words. I wanted to tell him then. Wanted to explain about the mate bond, about how this wasn’t just sex or possession or some passing fancy. I wanted to tell him that I’d been made for him just as much as he’d been made for me.
But I held back. He’d asked for one week, and I’d agreed. I couldn’t go throwing life-altering truths at him when he was still figuring out his own feelings, especially not on day one. Fucking him was a big enough step for now.
“Of course,” I said instead, and I meant it with every fiber of my being. “I’m glad I didn’t give up either.”
We lay like that for a while, his breathing gradually evening out as exhaustion caught up with him. I knew I should probably let him sleep, should probably get him some water or something, but I couldn’t bring myself to move. Being here with him like this felt too right.
Eventually, his breathing deepened, and his body went completely slack against mine. I carefully shifted us so we were lying more comfortably, keeping him pressed against my chest. My hand rested on his chest, right over his heart, and I could feel it beating steadily beneath my palm.
One week, I reminded myself. I had one week to make him understand that this wasn’t temporary. That he wasn’t just some conquest or possession. That he was everything to me.
And I was going to make damn sure he knew it.