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They’d said it while they were shifted, but they’d been hazy and far away then, caught in the moment. This was just them. Quiet and vulnerable with no scales to hide behind.

“I loved you before I even knew we were mates,” Rowan said. “It makes all the sense in the world. And even if it didn’t, I wouldn’t care.”

“You’re trying to make me cry again.”

Rowan kissed him, deep and hungry, nudging for entrance immediately. Milo popped claws and scratched all over his back, adding to the tapestry he’d already created as he met him tongue to tongue.

They traded needy kisses for a while as Rowan rutted against him, until his dick caught on Milo’s hole.

“Fuck,” Milo moaned against his mouth, feeling sore but wanting it so bad. “Get in me.”

Rowan fumbled for the lube, squirting it all over before spearing right into him. They both cried out their ecstasy. This felt so right inside this nest Milo had built for them. After they were done it would be even more perfect, essences of both of them seeping into the fibers.

“Will it always be like this?” Milo panted, licking at Rowan’s neck and holding on as he began to pump his hips.

“Mating is intense,” Rowan grunted. “But I don’t think there will ever be a point where I don’t want you.”

“Over eight times a day?” Milo asked, nipping at his ear.

Rowan couldn’t even laugh properly, ending it on a moan of pleasure. “Whatever you want.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he said just before he pushed Rowan onto his back so he could be on top.

He sank deeper like this, so fucking deep. He closed his eyes in bliss as he ground down on Rowan’s lap, savoring the breadth and feel of him. Rowan growled and grabbed his hips, and when Milo opened his eyes it was to see Rowan staring at the spot where they were connected.

Fuck it was hot.

He picked up the pace, bouncing up and down as Rowan watched, and his hands eventually landed on his favorite spot. Rowan’s chest.

Rowan hissed, arching up into his grip as Milo squeezed and tortured the bountiful mounds, bucking his hips wildly as Milo took his nipples between his fingers.

“Oh fuck,” Rowan yelled as he came, head thrown back and veins standing out.

Milo came directly after, just the feel of Rowan’s come sending him over the edge.

He collapsed at Rowan’s side, one leg still hanging over his hips and come leaking from his used hole.

“Don’t clean it up,” Milo mumbled. “It needs to go in the nest.”

Rowan rumbled happily, letting Milo’s dragon know that he was very pleased with Milo’s efforts and brilliant ideas. Milo loved it.

Rowan began running his claws lightly up and down his arm and back, lulling Milo into a doze of happiness. His brain was quiet, his limbs relaxed, his eyes closed.

“Did you really have no idea we were mates all this time?” Milo mumbled.

“You were very distracting.”

Milo grinned. “Distractingly handsome.”

“That too.”

“I can’t believe your brother had to point it out to us.”

Rowan growled at the mention of Ruben, and Milo realized they hadn’t cleared that up properly. Or at least, not in a way that wasn’t incomprehensible.

He popped his eyes open and clutched Rowan’s arm as he raised his head to meet his eyes. “What you walked in on wasn’t anything bad. I would never do that to you. Or anyone, because it fucking sucks to be on the receiving end. But especially because it’s you.”

“I believe you,” Rowan said simply, calming Milo’s anxiety. “Normally I’m more rational…but you make me lose my head.”