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“Leave it.”
Gale had said it so casually. The phrase should not have rocked through Devour’s gut and make him jerk as much as it had. He had tried to grab himself through his trousers while they kissed. Gale was straddling his opposite leg and Devour had his one arm snaked around him as the mage hung onto him and pressed close with each swipe of his tongue.
Devour panted softly and pushed his head back into Gale. He chased after his next kiss and then the one after that.
God he was hard. Gale was being extra handsy with him today. On his chest and down his arms and across his stomach. Such natural and casual presses adding up to work the dragonborn up to the point he was at presently. Shaking under Gale. He had thought he was the one in control.
Devour pulled Gale’s shirt out from where it was tucked in his pants and snaked his hand up along his husband’s bare back. Gale was sweating from the summer heat, or perhaps the heat between them.
The doors to the balcony were wide open and the couch they sat on was a safe distance away from the afternoon sun (and of prying ears).
Gale explored in turn. He hooked his fingers under the loose collar at Devour’s chest and let his hands skitter across the scales of his pecs. He squeezed and hummed into their kiss. Devour pressed his tongue in Gale’s mouth.
Gale shifted on Dev’s knee and moved himself upwards. Devour felt Gale’s leg press into his crotch and he groaned softly.
His hips rocked upwards once. On his second attempted thrust Gale pulled his face away from Dev and pressed his hand into his chest. His knee moved backwards and off of Devour.
“You don’t need that.” Gale said into Dev’s neck.
“Wh-“ Devour sputtered before Gale captured his mouth once more. A hand at his jaw gently held him in place. Gale pressed his tongue into Dev’s maw.
Devour suddenly felt dizzy. He lifted his hips up and down against nothing but the friction of his trousers and moaned softly as Gale attacked him with his tongue and lips.
His fingers trailed all over Devour’s chest, squeezing and pinching and cupping where he wanted to most.
Devour was being toyed with. Teased and used.
“A-Ah-“ Devour had to turn his head away from Gale to gasp in air.
His hips jerked up, trying to reach Gale’s warm and plush thigh. He wanted to grind down on him so badly. Dev loved how Gale moved under him when he was allowed to. Loved humping him like he was a…
“Why don’t you come for me, puppy?”
Devour gasped and came in his pants. He shuddered all over and blinked his eyes shut as pleasure washed through him like a warm bath.
“Shit.” He ground out, biting at his lip and circling his hips in the air as the front of his pants dampened embarrassingly.
Puppy felt strange to be on the receiving end of. They had strayed into pet play of course. He had a leash for gods sake. But Gale only ever referred to him as Dog. Devour was a seven foot tall dragon. Dog fit him better than Puppy. But the feeling it left in his chest as he came down from his high could not be denied.
Gale, however, was a smart man. A smart man that knew his husband.
A pair of mage hands appeared beside Devour’s head. He blinked blearily up at them in his haze before the soft purple hands descended and grabbed both Devour’s wrists in each palm.
Dev grunted. Gale was sliding off of him and kneeling on the ground in between his legs. The hands were pulling his wrists out and then around to secure his arms behind his back. The surprisingly strong spectral hands squeezed and Devour pressed himself backwards. His arms were trapped between himself and the sofa.
“Gale,” again he spoke only to be cut off. The wizard pulled just his softening cock out of his trousers and in one quick motion he had Devour almost fully in his mouth.
Devour gasped, jerking involuntarily and being reined in by the hands at his wrists.
Gale ran his tongue all along Dev’s cock head and pressed the pad of it up and down his slit. A white hot sensation shot up Devour’s gut and he almost whimpered before catching himself.
“Gale. Gale. Too sensitive. S-sto- fuck. Stop.”
Gale pulled away for just a moment.
“You know our safe word, my love.”
With that he shifted forwards and pulled Dev back into his mouth.
Devour did whimper at this. His brain receded back into that wonderfully fuzzy part of his mind and he let himself go, whimpering and moaning and keening as Gale tortured him with his tongue.
The wizard’s hand wrapped around the base to try and keep Devour still. He pushed at Dev’s knees and the dragon widened his legs automatically.
He did not say their word even as tears prickled at the corner of his eyes. Even as his hips bucked and were stopped by both of Gale’s hands pushing down. Even as his dick re hardened to the point of discomfort.
“Please. Please.” He panted, nodding his head. He was trembling with effort and squirming under Gale.
“What a good boy he’s being. Crying already.” Devour barely registered when Gale’s mouth was replaced by his hand. His palm rubbed all over the top of Devour’s cock in a circular motion.
Dev sobbed and nodded his head. A tear flew down his face. His chest heaved, hiccuping upwards.
“Shh. You’re doing good puppy. I’ll let you come. But I want you to answer something for me.”
Gale’s hand finally lifted off his sensitive head. Devour gasped, looking down at him with glassy eyes.
“Would you like to fuck me with your leash on?”
——
“Oh fuck, good dog, Devour.” Gale groaned on his stomach as his face was pressed into the mattress over and over from the force of Devour fucking him.
The dragon mounted him like he’d never get the chance again. His hands were planted firmly on either side of Gale as he hunched over his back and pounded him frantically. There was hardly any rhythm. Just Dev chasing his pleasure.
What was different than their usual scene was the thick collar around Devour’s neck. A leather lead was clipped into a ring on the front. The end of which was wrapped tight around Gale’s fist.
The wizard tugged and Devour bowed his head close to Gale’s nape. He buried his snout in his hair and moaned into the shell of his ear.
“G-Good boy, Dev. Good- hah- boy.”
Devour wasn’t even pulling out fully now. He rocked his hips up and down against Gale and ground down inside him.
“Ah- Ah-“ Dev made small punched out whines with each roll.
“Come in me, puppy. Deserve a nice treat for being so good.”
“Gale. Gale.” Devour whimpered, nodding his head.
Gale wrapped the leash one loop tighter around his palm and tugged him forwards. The wind was momentarily knocked out of his chest and he toppled forward to fall flush onto Gale’s back.
“B-be- ah fuck- be a good boy and listen, Dev.”
Devour wrapped his arms around Gale’s waist and pounded into him. He grunted, losing a grip on any of his senses save for the feeling of his cock pistoning inside Gale. The man under him moaned and wriggled but could not go far with Dev’s bulk.
Dev came after one last tug on his leash. The feeling sent a resounding reminder in his mind of what he looked like. What he must sound like. A dog in heat claiming his mate.
He groaned long and low, head tucked into the crook of Gale’s neck as he pumped rope after rope of cum inside his shaking husband.
“Gods, yes. What a good boy.” Gale gasped breathlessly.
——
“You know I knew you needed something like this. Sulking around the house all day.” Gale was laying against Dev’s chest, humming into him as he spoke. Devour grunted softly and blinked down at him.
“You really must get better at asking for this, Devour. You know I enjoy giving you whatever you need.”
“I know, Gale.” Dev sighed softly. “I just…”
“You know it technically could be considered misbehaving: not telling me.”
Devour’s brow shot up.
“Wouldn’t want to be disciplined, now would we?”