Page 64 of Dragon AU

“Rowan!” Milo called, and a flash of something entered Rowan’s field of vision. He opened his eyes and the sight of Milo’s wings spread before him tipped him over the edge too without him even touching his own cock.

He growled through his release, staring at Milo like he was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Because…he was.

Translucent wings.

Completely see through. Vulnerable and fragile like glass. But when the light hit them just right, Rowan realized they weren’t just translucent. They were like stained glass, shades of blue and silver playing over the see-through canvas. Like a cathedral Rowan should worship at.

Erratic and out of control, those wings flapped around them, throwing Milo off balance until Rowan steadied him once again.

“IT WORKED!” Milo said, soft cock slipping completely from Rowan’s lips as he twisted and turned to see himself for the first time. “I have wings!”

“You do!” Rowan said, voice completely ruined by Milo’s cock. His throat burned and ached but he didn’t care at all.

He just stared. In awe and wonder, because he had never seen anything like it before.

“D’ya like ’em?” Milo asked, and Rowan could hear the tiny hint of vulnerability in that question all over again.

“They’re stunning,” he said, and Milo preened like a bird, strutting around and trying to get the wings to behave like he wanted them to. He managed a few slightly more controlled flaps before they knocked one of the books off of Rowan’s desk and he froze.

“It’s okay,” Rowan said softly. “It’s just a book.”

“Yeah, but it could have been a plant,” Milo said. “I don’t want to hurt your hoard.”

“You won’t.” Rowan’s heart ached at the consideration Milo was showing to his most precious things. “But caring for my hoard like that is very dragon-like.”

“I am a dragon!” Milo said, twirling carefully on the spot, his wings catching the light and shimmering, painting iridescent abstracts all over Rowan’s floors.

“I’ve never seen anything like it,” Rowan whispered, tracing the patterns on hardwood.

“Is that bad?”

“Not necessarily. It just means we might have been looking in the wrong places.”

He stood up and walked to his room, pulling out a book that he took out so rarely it had collected a truly impressive amount of dust. He blew it off then walked back to Milo and showed him the cover.

Rare Dragon Breeds

“You think I’m rare?” Milo asked.

“I think it’s worth a look. I’ve been among dragons all my life, and I have never seen wings like yours before. I’m not saying I’m an expert, but I think it’s a sign of something, so…doesn’t hurt to expand the search.”

“Should I…?” Milo pointed to his clothes strewn around the room, and then to Rowan, fully dressed with a wet patch on his pants.

“I don’t mind.” Rowan hoped it came out casual instead of as a desperate plea for Milo to just stay naked forever so he could stare. To keep the remnants of what they had done on their bodies so Rowan could bask.

It was very dragon, and Rowan worried that Milo might not understand.

“Okay,” Milo said, curling up next to Rowan, still naked, one wing resting against Rowan’s back, and Rowan could only be in awe of him.

He cracked the book open and angled it so Milo could see too.

Page by page, they went through it, but as the book came to an end, Milo’s wings sagged, shrank, before completely pulling back and disappearing. The scales faded too. Then his claws. And finally his eyes turned back to that pale blue Rowan had first seen when he was chained to the tree.

“No me,” Milo said, and Rowan could hear his disappointment.

“Not in this book, no,” Rowan said. “But there are more we can look into now that we have more of an idea.”

“And you’ll keep fucking me in the meantime?” Milo asked. “For science?”