He ran his fingers through Archer's hair. "I am glad you like it, little one. I also had some magic woven into it."
"Some magic?" Archer asked, peering around the space before looking back at him.
"Yes, magic. I want you to close your eyes and picture what your perfect playroom would look like. What is on the walls? What kind of sounds are there?"
Archer bit his lip, then did as instructed. His lashes fluttered closed, and his mouth evened out until he was the picture of serenity. Romilly watched him for a moment, but as the room shimmered around them, he couldn't help but take a peek at what his boy wanted.
The walls changed until they were a familiar shade of blue. The shapes of Romilly's dragon scales started to cover one wall of the space. Clouds covered another. His dragon form, as a whole, was placed on the ceiling. What appeared to be a hand-drawn version of stick figures of Romilly's family appeared on another wall very large, life-size, giving the illusion that they were there. It was easy to tell who was who, based on their facial expressions and hairstyles.
Romilly looked back to Archer just in time to see his boy open his eyes. He would forever remember the complete awe in Archer's gaze. The soft sound of a crackling fire echoed in the space, but Romilly could hardly believe it.
His boy's desire for a playroom was to be surrounded by Romilly. His dragon form, his dragon's scales, the colors, Romilly's family, which was now Archer's family—everything in here would remind Archer of Romilly, whether the other man was in the space or not.
"Little one," Romilly said, voice breaking as he felt everything within him come to life.
Archer beamed at him. "Yes, Daddy. It's you!" He wiggled, wanting to get down.
It amused Romilly enough that he let his boy go. Archer ran around the space, arms wide, spinning and giggling. He touched the various blankets, then moved his hand along the walls. "It feels like you, Daddy," he called, looking over his shoulder.
Romilly just smiled, because there was nothing more he could do. There was nothing he could say.
Archer looked through the toys and took his time rubbing every single blanket. When he was done, he came back over to Romilly and grabbed his mate's hand, tugging him toward the bed. He pushed Romilly down until he was seated against the bed frame.
"You stay here, Daddy," he said.
Archer then proceeded to grab the various blankets and toys he found most appealing and set them up on the bed. He arranged them multiple times, stepping back each time to look at them. He would either nod and leave something in place, or shake his head and shift it around.
Romilly knew what was happening: his mate was nesting. He was creating a safe space that was just for him. Or maybe for him and Romilly, since he'd demanded his Daddy come closer.
It took a while, but once he was finished, Archer smiled brighter than Romilly had ever seen. His mate's happiness pulsed inside of him, and he knew what that meant. It was time.
He needed to claim his boy.
His mate.
Romilly groaned as his dragon attempted to push forward. Archer’s pupils expanded in response, the scent of his desire roaring to life.
"Are you ready to accept my mate bite?" Romilly’s voice gave away how close the animal inside of him was to the surface.
Archer raised his hands, placing them on Romilly's jaw. "Yes, Daddy. I want my Alpha to claim me and make me his forever."
Romilly surged up, lifting Archer in the process. His boy giggled for a moment, then moaned as Romilly took to his neck, kissing and sucking against the skin, teasing it for what was to come.
As he lavished his mate's throat, his hands worked on their clothing. He tugged and pulled, yanking at fabric, uncaring of what was destroyed and what was salvageable.
He would replace everything a million times over. Nothing would stand in the way of finally getting to bond his mate.
He'd controlled himself. Controlled his dragon’s urges. Now it was time for his reward. For what Fate had promised him.
Archer moaned, curving his back as he pushed his cock forward into Romilly.
"My needy little mate," Romilly whispered, grasping Archer's cheeks and squeezing them, spreading the globes to give him access to his boy fully.
Archer didn't flinch at the description. Instead, he rocked his hips, pumping against Romilly with more force.
It made the Alpha chuckle. The vibration moved through his whole body, vibrating his mate’s frame as well.
Archer shivered, "Please, Daddy! Don't tease me. I need your bite. I need you."
