"Oh. What does my soul feel like?" he asked.
Not even knowing I’d seen and touched his soul until I said it, and having my own erection claiming a significant part of my blood supply, it took a moment to describe.
"Uh… you’re fizzy?"
"Fizzy?”
“Like when I touch it, your soul lights up even more and gets fizzy. Excited, I guess. I think your soul likes me."
"Yeah.” Lysander nodded, a tad dazed either from the description or my hands. “That does not surprise me. I didn’t know dragons could, oh, fuck it, I don’t care right now."
Now that we decided, we arranged ourselves on the bed and Lysander put his clever fingers to good use. His fingers circled my entrance. One finger dipped in at first, slowly, so slowly, until I realized he might be waiting for me so I gave him the go ahead to proceed, then a finger entered me, barely brushing past my rim.
Huh. He explored me slowly with his fingers as his tongue explored my mouth. Each intimate caress caused me to press my body against his and demand more.
His fingers were interesting, a steady pressure that started to feel better and better as I adjusted to the sensation. Then, oh, he hit just the right spot inside and I gasped into his mouth. Fingers caressed my slick insides while his free hand stroked me lazily. Just when it seemed like nothing could feel better he dipped his head down, kissing my neck and licking down to my nipples.
"Fuck me,” I demanded.
"Max,” he moaned, totally ragged and heated. Could that sound be improved?
“Lysander, I need you."
Yep, saying his name did the trick. He groaned deeply and shuddered and I planned to cause that reaction again and again.
Lysander maneuvered us slightly as he positioned himself over me because I didn’t want him behind me. I wanted to see him. And as he knew what he was doing here, he should take the lead.
The head of his cock pressed against my rim. I shuddered with anticipation and need. The pressure against my entrance intensified, then gave way and he steadily filled me until I was full.
So wild that we ended up here. I had just needed someone to depend on in the short term. Someone who could help me face the world again. I never expected to find anyone permanen—to find him. But I did not regret it at all. Being here with Lysander feltright.
"Just in case you were wondering,” I managed. “I am so, so s-oh!” He shifted slightly as he reached to brush a strand of hair away from my forehead. “More than okay."
"Mmmm, me too."
"Especially if you put your hand, oh, that’s perfect." He wrapped his hand around my cock. I could probably do that myself, but I was busy losing myself in all the sensations as he filled me, as he moved his skin against mine.
He felt so hot and filled me so completely, moving steadily and in increments at first. But I couldn’t be patient, encouraging him on. We felt so connected and it seemed like I’d never get used to it but in the best way.
"This, you,” he tried. “I really can’t last as long as I’d like. You feel…"
"Uh-huh, that’s yeah... Keep going."
His hips rotated as he pulled out and pushed back in a slow rhythm. Thorough and deep, it felt right to really appreciate every second. I moved with him into the heat of his hand as he filled me.
His rhythm seemed to stutter and cock throbbed whenever I used his name, so I did that a lot. I whispered Lysander against his lips and cried out his name when he hit just the right spots. And the broken way he saidMaxwhen he started coming, yeah, nothing ever sounded better than that.
I spilled over onto his hand, the orgasm hitting me all over, from my flushed chest to curling toes.
That was sex. Pretty sure that was the best sex ever. Either way, I looked forward to finding out.
Breathing heavily, his head fell in the crook of my neck. I stroked his hair, his arm wrapped around me as we caught our breaths, and then we fell asleep like that.
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Lysander
Max found himself torn between an impossible decision when we woke up: whether to eat or have more sex first. When I mentioned cooking breakfast for Max, he became curious. So we tackled breakfast first.
