“Relax for me, gorgeous,” Marek says, which is when Sei realizes he’s tensed up again. He exhales, and Marek pushes inside.
It’s slow, steady. All Sei can do is breathe, open-mouthed and stunned. Just when he thinks Marek is done, Marek pushes in another inch.
“How is that?” Marek asks roughly.
Sei forgets how to string words together. “Yes. Fuck.”
“Is that good or bad, teacup?”
Marek’s nervousness forces Sei into coherence. “Really good. Wow, you feel bigger than you look.”
Marek’s helpless laugh feathers through Sei’s hair. “Okay, don’t tell me if that’s good or bad.”
“Very, very good.”
“I’ll take it.” The fondness in Marek’s voice is almost as overwhelming as the cock spearing between Sei’s lungs.
All right, that’s an exaggeration. Probably.
Sei ducks his head. Can he see Marek’s cock through his stomach? That’s not how it works, he’s pretty sure, but fuck, Marek feels enormous inside him.
Marek braces one arm beside Sei, the other on Sei’s thigh. He rocks slightly. “How’s this?”
Then he rocks again, this time sliding perfectly along Sei’s prostate. Sei’s incoherent whine must be answer enough, because that’s right where Marek stays. Short, quick movements, the slightest thrust while keeping them tied together.
Sei clutches the cloak beneath him. He doesn’t focus on relaxing anymore. He doesn’t focus on anything except Marek above him, inside him, holding him up and pinning him down.
He’s never been so aware of his own body, the connections between every muscle and tendon. When Marek fucks just right into him, Sei feels it tingling blissfully through his arms. When Marek pants against his shoulder, Sei’s stomach tightens with each hot breath.
When Marek comes with a groan inside him, Sei’s mind blanks out. His body is so full, as if Marek pours new magic into him instead. Marek barely touches him before Sei soars into his own orgasm.
They collapse together in a mess of come and sweat. Emptiness echoes through Sei, his body relearning its usual shape. He looks into the crackling fire and says, “We ruined the cloaks.”
“They’ll wash out,” Marek answers easily.
“Will they?”
Marek rolls behind Sei, looping a heavy arm around his waist. “They’llprobablywash out.”
That’s the moment they’re truly wed. Not a violet cloak or a broken glass. The weight of Marek’s arm is the only shelter Sei wants.
Sei closes his eyes. “Marek?”
“Hm?”
“I’m glad Vana left.”
Marek exhales into Sei’s hair. “So am I.”
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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Marek
Marek thought his life was complete the last time he flew over these foothills. His dragon was all he needed—solid scales beneath him, the constant presence in his mind. Now, Sei nestles between them in the harness. Instead of intruding, he fits perfectly.
“How are you feeling?” Marek asks, his helmet pressing against Sei’s.
