Sword of the King

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him to the counter and devoured his mouth. Erie sucked at his lips, scored them with his too-sharp teeth, lapped at the blood and growled in satisfaction. Blaze moaned and just let Erie have him, wrapping his arms around Erie's waist and submitting completely, something he could only do with Erie.
    Even if he shouldn't. Even if getting caught would get them both killed. He shuddered as Erie's teeth grazed his neck. "Don't leave marks, lizard!"
    Grumbling his dissatisfaction at that order, Erie obeyed—but got revenge by yanking off Blaze's t-shirt. He threw it aside and bit hard at Blaze's hip, licking away the blood, making a soft rumbling sound that might have been mistaken for a purr in a cat.
    Erie's hands went to the fastenings of Blaze's jeans, getting them undone and yanking them down enough to get at Blaze's cock. "Lizard—" Blaze's head jerked back as Erie swallowed his cock. He swore as he managed to bash the back of his head against the cabinet behind him, but he quickly forgot the pain as Erie's warm, wet mouth worked him.
    Blaze sank one hand into Erie's hair and gripped it tight; he fucked Erie's mouth hard, knowing that the dragon wanted it, could take it. He kept his eyes locked with Erie's, drugged on that brilliant amber gaze, the affection that filled them. Whatever else he lost or gained, he had Erie. Nothing compared to his dragon; no one would ever take Erie away from him.
    Erie rumbled, and the sensation around his cock was tipped Blaze over the edge, coming hard down Erie's throat. Erie took it all and licked him clean, slowly working his way back up Blaze's body; he greedily took Blaze's mouth in another hungry kiss.
    "Fuck me, dragon," Blaze said after a moment, licking teasingly at Erie's lips, giving a husky laugh when that got him a nip and growl. He oofed again as Erie caught him up and carried him out of the kitchen, grateful Erie was remembering that much because Blaze still had bruises from the last time they'd fucked on the kitchen floor.
    His breath left him entirely as he was deposited unceremoniously on the bed and the rest of his clothes were roughly pulled away. "Blaze ..." Erie breathed against his skin, teeth lightly scoring his chest.
    Blaze grabbed his hair, dragged him up for a proper kiss, and then flipped them over so he could straddle Erie's hips. He ground against Erie's cock, gasped as Erie's claws dug into his hips. "Where's the stuff, lizard?"
    Growling, Erie fumbled beneath their pillows for a moment before he shoved a tube at Blaze. After a few moments of fumbling himself, Blaze managed to slick his fingers and reached back to stretch himself.
    When he was ready, Blaze used the remaining lube on his fingers to slick Erie's cock, and then slowly lowered himself down on it, groaning at the stretch and burn. Erie's claws bit into his hips and Blaze felt the hot trickle of blood where they dug in a little too hard. The pain made him gasp, made him harder, made him so hot and flushed that he was nearly dizzy. Bracing himself on Erie's chest, Blaze began to ride him, fucking himself hard on Erie's cock, never looking away from those brilliant gold eyes.
    Erie lost all restraint in the fevered haze of their fucking; his claws left bloody welts, and he roared when he finally came. Blaze came a moment after, spurting all over them both. He pulled off Erie's cock and lay on top of him, too tired to muster the energy to roll off.
    He smiled as Erie held him tightly, nuzzling and rumbling contentedly.  "Silly lizard."
    "Good Erie."
    "Yes," Blaze said, kissing his chest. "Very good Erie." They stayed that way until the room began to grow chilly and Blaze was in danger of falling asleep. He forced himself to sit up, groaning. "Come on, dragon. We need a shower, and then I really do have to read that paperwork Rust gave me."
    Grumbling, Erie nevertheless obeyed and led the way to the master bedroom.
    *~*~*
    Carrying a fresh cup of coffee—cream no sugar—to the kitchen table, Blaze

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