Page 69 of Mytho Investigations: Side Stories

The door slid open the rest of the way as Jordan walked over, stripping off his T-shirt and dropping it on the floor, and Edra stepped in, the water running off his scales and giving him shape.

Silver rippled over him as the warm air rolled over his scales.

“Stay in form,” Jordan said in Dragon. It wasn’t perfect, but he didn’t have wings or a tail, so some nuance was lost. He reached out and ran his fingers over the silver scales on Edra’s chest. He could map his way over his mate’s body even if he couldn’t see him.

“Dragon? I want to mate,” Edra clicked close to his ear a heartbeat before his tongue traced along the underside of Jordan’s jaw.

“Yes. To both,” he said in English. There weren’t enough words in Dragon for these kinds of conversations. His dick was doing its best to make things clear, straining against the blue lacy jockstrap, which wasn’t much good at holding anything back, and trackpants…but then he’d put it on for decoration because Edra liked his lingerie collection.

He felt Edra tilt his head in question, even as the claws on the tips of his wings hooked into his trackpants as if ready to tug them down.

Jordan licked his lower lip, feeling the cold seep into his skin off the scales. “I want you like this.”

And he’d be lying if he hadn’t thought about it the last time Edra had topped. Maybe he’d wanted to be topped because he was thinking about it. Though maybe getting topped by Edra in dragon form was not a good place to start, given that it wasn’t something he did a lot of.

“I smell fear?” But the movement of Edra’s wings softened the word to mean something closer to concern or doubt, which was different from small fear, which meant the thing wasn’t worth being afraid of, even though you were afraid.

“Because I have been thinking too much and I was worried you’d…” Say no? Laugh? Edra had never done those things which made it so much easier to, if not ask, then at least maneuver in the direction he wanted. He finished with a shrug.

Edra shut the door with his tail and tugged Jordan’s pants down at the same time. He stepped out of them, and Edra sandwiched him between the cold glass and his cool scales. He clicked rapidly in Dragon, and Jordan figured he wasn’t supposed to understand much of it, only that he was hungry and cold and needed to be warmed up. Though he would’ve gotten that from the way Edra’s dick pressed against his hip.

His tongue flicked over Jordan’s lip, and he opened his mouth, letting Edra tongue-fuck him. He sucked on it the way he had so many times before. Edra’s claws skimmed over his ribs and stomach, and his skin prickled with anticipation. There’d been a time when he’d worried about scratches and such, but Edra knew exactly what he was doing. Edra stepped back, mostly visible now, and ran the back of a claw over Jordan’s cock. It should not have been possible to get harder.

Edra crouched as if he were about to launch into flight, but instead he launched an attack on his lace-trapped cock. Licking the length and teasing the head before tugging the jockstrap down just enough to tongue the slit.

In about three seconds, Edra would want to turn him around again and tongue his ass, and as good as that was, he wanted to see his dragon.

Edra gripped Jordan’s hips, claws biting into his flesh.

“Up,” Jordan clicked.

Edra glanced up, the tip of his long blue tongue tracing the crown of Jordan’s cock.

“Fuck.” For a heartbeat, his brain stopped working. Not because he was freaking out, but because he hadn’t imagined it would look so fucking hot to have a dragon giving him head. The pre-cum that beaded at the slit never got the chance to go anywhere as Edra’s tongue was too fast.

While he didn’t have eyebrows, Jordan was sure Edra’s brow ridge twitched as if to ask if he was sure. The hard tip of Edra’s tail snuck between his ass cheeks, silently asking the question again.

No, he wasn’t, but they could come back to that. Maybe.

“Up.” He wanted Edra spread against the glass. Except it was cold and he wouldn’t like it. “I want to suck you.”

Edra gave him a dragony grin, revealing too many pointy teeth. He took a couple of steps back and sat on the arm of the armchair, legs spread, giving Jordan room to kneel between them.

He’d seen Edra’s dick in this form before, usually when he came in from flying, and he let it hang out before shifting and continuing. It didn’t look much different from his human form, a darker blue with a head a little too pointy to be human.

Dick throbbing, Jordan knelt between Edra’s scaly thighs. He wasn’t hairy in human form, but like this, he had none. He was all silky scale. He licked Edra’s inner thigh and the mound where his balls were. As a dragon, everything was tucked in, unless he was fucking. While Jordan wouldn’t be fucking him while flying—though Edra did say that was rather dangerous—they could definitely have fun on the ground.

He licked Edra from base to tip, or at least from where his cock jutted out of the slit. It made a lot more sense now, how he’d gotten a bit stuck together with his previous mate since they’d been fucking each other’s dick slit while flying. For good measure, he jabbed his tongue in there too, not that it was as long as Edra’s.

Edra made a little noise and threaded his claws into Jordan’s hair, which he took as encouragement. Focusing on Edra should be giving him a moment to catch his breath and step away from the edge, but if watching Edra blow him had been hot, looking up at his dragon while sucking his dick was hotter.

Edra’s usually blue eyes were dark as he watched Jordan work over his length.

This time, he was very aware of the pre-cum leaking out of his tip and running down his shaft, and the damp lace clinking to his skin.

Why had he waited so long?

Why hadn’t Edra asked?