Dragonsmut
*snicker* So, maderr suggested we have a weekend of debauchery. I agreed and roped nikerymksherea into our smut-a-thon. ^.^ M's finished one of hers, Nikery's still at it. ^.^ Here is my first offering (with another one possible for tomorrow):
From The Prince, The Wizard, and The Dragon
Really really really Not Work Safe. NC-17!
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There were some benefits to having the entire royal palace aware that you were a dragon masquerading as a human. For example, not a single person made snarky comments about his vanity or need to be perfectly presentable at all times anymore. Nor did the guards rib him for his distaste for horses. Indeed, there were only three individuals who dared to speak more than was strictly necessary to him.
Two of those were the King and Queen, may the fire consume them and sear their bones to ashes. He was older than their entire kingdom! How dare they presume to lecture him like he was some stupid, foolish human!
With a snarl that would have been far more impressive were he in his true form, Ahi'kiha flung open the doors to his suite of rooms and stalked inside. He got three steps in before stopping, staring, fury melting away into... something else.
Keikiali'i was perched in one of Ahi'kiha's favorite reading chairs, golden curls weighted down with dampness, lightweight clothing clinging in such a manner that indicated he hadn't bothered to dry off much, if at all, before dressing. A single, solitary water droplet was slowly making its way down his cheek, leaving a glistening trail in its wake.
Ahi'kiha made a strangled sound.
"One of the servants told me that Mother was after you again," Keikiali'i said cheerfully, sliding out of the chair and getting to his feet. "And after you started taking out your temper tantrums on the local bandits, most of them seem to have jumped the border into other countries. So..."
Ahi'kiha scowled. "I do not have temper tantrums."
Keiki grinned. "No? Then why was everyone in the palace scrambling to find a place to hide?" he asked impishly.
"Not everyone," Ahi'kiha muttered. "Your parents aren't afraid of me."
"They know they're safe," Keiki said cheerfully, reaching Ahi'kiha and sliding his arms around the magician's shoulders. "You won't hurt them because that would upset me." Up close, Ahi'kiha could smell the scents used in his bathwater, the dampness that clung to his body, and the underlying smell of Keiki himself.
Ahi'kiha struggled to remember what they'd been talking about. "So much for my fearsome reputation," he managed finally, giving in to the inevitable and sliding his arms around Keiki's waist before tilting his head to claim that entirely too cheeky mouth.
Warm and wet, tasting fresh and new and something like sunlight in the high mountains - though they were nowhere near the mountains. It was just something unique to Keiki, wild and free, much like the prince himself. Now that his curse had been eased, anyway.
"So," Keiki asked breathlessly as he pulled back just far enough to breathe, "Feeling any better?"
Ahi'kiha considered. "That all depends."
"On?" Keiki asked, smiling that brilliantly cheerful smile of his, emerald eyes sparkling with mischief and knowing delight.
Ahi'kiha calmly snagged his pretty prince about the waist and hoisted him over one shoulder, uttering a simple lock spell to seal the doors against interruptions as he carried Keiki into the bedroom. Not that it was particularly necessary. Only three of the palace servants were brave enough to set foot in his suite now that his true nature was known, and not one of them would enter without being summoned.
Still. Better to be safe. Keiki got very upset when he ate people who annoyed him.
Setting his prince down on the silken coverlet, Ahi'kiha contemplated the lovely sight for a long moment, considering his options. There were so many lovely things he could do, so many ways to make his pretty treasure writhe and squirm and make the most delicious little mewling noises. And for once Keiki was behaving and letting him take things slowly, rather than simply pouncing him.
Humans. Always so impatient. Some things needed to be savored.
"Are you going to just look," Keiki asked, eyes gleaming impishly, "Or do I have to beg?"
"So hasty," Ahi'kiha murmured, gaze flicking up and down his treasure's lithe form. "You have too much energy."
Keiki's mouth twisted up in one of his devastating smiles. "Guess you'd better wear me out then, 'Kiha," he whispered, breathless, entirely too sultry and suggestive for someone whose entire experience with such things had been limited to Ahi'kiha. It had to either be a natural, inborn talent, or Ahi'kiha was just entirely too susceptible to the pretty prince.
Obviously it had to be the former. His draconic pride simply wouldn't allow for the alternative.
Slowly, casually, he undid the fastenings of his heavy robes, enjoying the sight of Keikiali'i's intent gaze fixed upon him, tongue just barely sticking out enough to wet his lips as Ahi'kiha shrugged out of the first robe and laid it out over the back of a chair. His underrobe followed a moment later, then his soft, indoor slippers, leaving him clad only in a pair of loose silk pants.
Arching a brow pointedly, he was immediately rewarded by Keiki scrambling to his hands and knees and crawling across the bed to the edge where he could reach out and rest his hands lightly on Ahi'kiha's hips. Thumbs slid beneath the edge, caressing smooth skin as Keiki leaned forward to take the edge of the drawstring in his mouth and tug until the knot came undone. With nothing to impede the way, the pants slid smoothly off Ahi'kiha's hips and puddled on the floor at his ankles.
Keiki murmured soft, wordless sounds as he drew Ahi'kiha closer, nuzzling his stomach, dipping his head to ghost warm, moist breath over Ahi'kiha's swelling erection. His tongue darted out once, twice, to lick, then he yelped as he found himself quite suddenly on his back with Ahi'kiha looming over him.
"Oh, now you get impatien-"
Keiki's teasing was quite abruptly cut off as Ahi'kiha's mouth descended to cover his, the last of his words modulating into a soft moan as Ahi'kiha's fingers unerringly sought out damp skin beneath clinging clothing, sounds muffled into the heat of the kiss. His hands groped blindly until they landed on Ahi'kiha's arms, clinging tightly even as he sought to escape from the tormenting touches.
He panted breathlessly when Ahi'kiha finally let him up for air, a strange melding of gasp and squeak escaping as the dragon lowered his head to nip sharply at his neck. "Ki... Kiha..." Keiki breathed.
With a wordless murmur Ahi'kiha set about undoing Keiki's entirely too clingy tunic, lapping at each new sliver of skin as it was bared. When at last the entirety of it fell open, exposing the broad, smooth planes of Keiki's chest, Ahi'kiha could not quite resist a sharp nibble of one nipple, making Keiki jump and yelp beneath him.
"Kiha! You... you're teasing now!" Keiki panted, face flushed, trembling rather enticingly.
"Perhaps," Ahi'kiha admitted, sliding his hands down Keiki's chest, follow the motion a moment later with his tongue, feeling the prince writhe in response. "But as I recall, you spent quite a few years teasing me. Years that I have to make up for somehow..."
With a sound that was part moan, part whimper, Keiki threw his head back and breathed shallowly. "I knew I should have..." a sharp gasp "pounced you when I had the chance..."
"Hmm," Ahi'kiha murmured, sliding Keiki's pants down a fingerspan at a time, "Perhaps, my pretty treasure, but I do not think today was a good day for giving up my control. Today, you are mine." He punctuated his words by nipping sharply at the hot, hard heat straining against the front of Keiki's pants, rewarded by another gasp and involuntary jerk.
Lips twisting into a slow, dark smile, Ahi'kiha continued to slide his prince's pants down a little at a time, placing kisses along the inside of one thigh, then the other, blatantly ignoring Keiki's straining erection as he sought to drive his prince slowly mad. Keiki whimpered when at last the pants were gone, emerald eyes gone dark with desire.
"Kiha..." he pleaded.
"Patience, pretty one," Ahi'kiha chided, placing a brief kiss to the sole of one foot before working his way slowly, torturously back up.
"Kiha!" Keiki begged.
Ahi'kiha considered, watching the rise and fall of Keiki's chest as he panted, the fine sheen of sweat that clung to his body, the delightful flush of his cheeks, the blood-flushed red of his weeping cock. Keiki was always beautiful, always tempting, but seeing him caught in the thick of desire was something that transcended beauty. It made him growl, low in the back of his throat. A deep, possessive sound that should not have been capable of emerging from a human body.
The dragon had its prey in its talons.
Smiling in a manner that terrified everyone but Keikiali'i, Ahi'kiha whispered the few words of a spell to summon what he needed to his hand. A blatant waste of magic, but getting up to go fetch it himself would mean taking his eyes off the splendid sight laid out before him. Such a sacrilege was simply not acceptable.
"Mine," Ahi'kiha murmured, dipping his head to claim another kiss, just as hot and hard and dizzying as all the rest. Keiki's arms drifted up to twine around his neck, holding him down as his legs slid around Ahi'kiha's waist, pulling him close enough that the hot hardness of the dragon's straining erection brushed against the smooth skin of Keiki's ass.
Ever impatient, his pretty treasure. But then, no human could ever posses the patience of a dragon. Not one as old and experienced as Ahi'kiha.
Without ever relinquishing his claim on Keiki's mouth, Ahi'kiha dipped two fingers into the little jar he'd summoned, coating them in slick liquid. He reached between them, trailing a single slick finger down the length of Keiki's throbbing cock, slowly encircling the heavy sac beneath, toying, teasing, before drifting lower along the curve of his pretty prince's ass.
Pinned down by his weight, Keiki could do little but arch and writhe, feeding helpless moans into his mouth, muffled by the kiss, as he clung tight to Ahi'kiha. He whimpered as Ahi'kiha's fingers traced the circle of his opening, around and around, maddeningly feather-light, hips twitching as best they were able while Ahi'kiha had him pinned, trying to get more of that torturous touch.
When at last Ahi'kiha allowed one finger to slip inside he jerked, their mouths tearing apart at the motion, Keiki's chest heaving. "Kiha, please..." he begged.
Ahi'kiha smiled slowly, pulling his finger free to dip back into the jar. He waited a few moments longer than strictly necessary, enjoying the way Keiki whimpered and pleaded, before plunging two slickened fingers into his pretty prince's ass. Keiki arched again, pressing back as far as he could, trying to get more even as Ahi'kiha held him down and kept everything at the same slow, agonizing pace.
It was probably cruel, to torment him like this, but that was what Keikiali'i got for taking up with a dragon. For teasing a dragon. If he wanted the black dragon to submit, he was going to have to earn it.
Wordless entreaties tumbled from Keiki's lips, emerald eyes gone liquid with need as they stared up at him, begging in their own way. Eyes of emerald, hair of gold. More beautiful than the most priceless treasure, his pretty prince was, and long had he been unable to resist.
Enough. His own patience was great, but even a dragon had his limits. He slid his fingers from Keiki's body, earning himself another whimper that was swiftly drowned in a gasp as Ahi'kiha set the hot tip of himself against that slickened entrance. Still slow, every movement deliberate, he rocked gently back and forth, working himself in with the smallest of increments. The tight heat gripped him, seeking to pull him in, Keiki's desperate pleading echoing in his ears.
Slowly, slowly. No matter how much he wanted to simply drive straight in. That was for other times. Today, he needed something more.
Keiki pulled him down again for another kiss, Ahi'kiha's dark, bejeweled hair tumbling all around them in a waterfall of silken ink. He let his tongue explore lazily, relearning all the contours of that delicious mouth, enjoying the flavors that always came with Keiki's kisses. He didn't realize he'd released his hold on his beautiful prince until Keiki rocked hard, legs tightening around Ahi'kiha's waist and impaling himself on Ahi'kiha's cock.
Ahi'kiha hissed into his pretty lover's mouth, pulling back as Keiki moaned softly, twisting and writhing, seeking to pull him even deeper. Very well then, if that was the way Keiki wished to play it...
Gripping Keiki's arms tightly, just short of bruising, Ahi'kiha pulled nearly all the way out before plunging back in again. Keiki cried out breathlessly, the slow syllables of Ahi'kiha's name - his full name, not the shortened version Keiki tended to use - sliding from his lips.
It pleased him, washing away his ire at the pretty prince for ruining his slow pace. Perhaps he forgave too easily, but then, always he'd been helpless to deny Keikiali'i. His golden prince.
He slid slowly out and thrust swiftly in, the rhythm erratic, though gradually increasing in speed. Hard, consuming, claiming. He'd earned his treasure, and he would keep him. Only he would ever touch Keikiali'i; should any other dare, Ahi'kiha would eat them.
Faster, harder, he drove in and out of his pretty prince's body, batting away Keiki's hands when he attempted to stroke himself. Not yet. Keiki was his. His to do with as he pleased.
He thrust once more, rocking back and forth at the deepest point, feeling the thrumming in his body that heralded the breaking point. It washed over him, hot and consuming, as he filled Keiki with the proof of his pleasure.
"Mine," he murmured, pulling out and crushing their lips together for a hard kiss before sliding down his prince's body and taking the whole of him into his mouth.
Keiki gasped, arching up, his hands sliding off of Ahi'kiha's shoulders so that he could clutch at the bedspread. "K-Kiha!"
Ahi'kiha smiled around Keiki's cock, utilizing both tongue and teeth to his advantage, pleased when the gasps became strained whimpers. One hand reached below to cup and fondle Keiki's balls, rolling them between his fingers and drawing out more delightful sounds, but the final edge came when he breathed a tiny wisp of magic into life, spiraling down and around Keiki's cock from head to base, thrumming and sending sparks of pleasure jolting through the prince's body.
Hot seed flooded his mouth and he drank it down, pleased, licking first his lips and then Keiki himself clean before sliding back up for a slow, easy kiss. He hummed in pleasure, sprawling out atop his treasure and tangling his fingers in those golden curls.
"So..." Keiki managed when he'd finally caught his breath, "Are you feeling better now?"
Ahi'kiha lifted his head to contemplate glittering emerald eyes. "That depends," he murmured thoughtfully. "Have I worn you out yet?"
Keiki grinned. "Round two, dragon."
Ahi'kiha smirked and kissed him.
From The Prince, The Wizard, and The Dragon
Really really really Not Work Safe. NC-17!
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There were some benefits to having the entire royal palace aware that you were a dragon masquerading as a human. For example, not a single person made snarky comments about his vanity or need to be perfectly presentable at all times anymore. Nor did the guards rib him for his distaste for horses. Indeed, there were only three individuals who dared to speak more than was strictly necessary to him.
Two of those were the King and Queen, may the fire consume them and sear their bones to ashes. He was older than their entire kingdom! How dare they presume to lecture him like he was some stupid, foolish human!
With a snarl that would have been far more impressive were he in his true form, Ahi'kiha flung open the doors to his suite of rooms and stalked inside. He got three steps in before stopping, staring, fury melting away into... something else.
Keikiali'i was perched in one of Ahi'kiha's favorite reading chairs, golden curls weighted down with dampness, lightweight clothing clinging in such a manner that indicated he hadn't bothered to dry off much, if at all, before dressing. A single, solitary water droplet was slowly making its way down his cheek, leaving a glistening trail in its wake.
Ahi'kiha made a strangled sound.
"One of the servants told me that Mother was after you again," Keikiali'i said cheerfully, sliding out of the chair and getting to his feet. "And after you started taking out your temper tantrums on the local bandits, most of them seem to have jumped the border into other countries. So..."
Ahi'kiha scowled. "I do not have temper tantrums."
Keiki grinned. "No? Then why was everyone in the palace scrambling to find a place to hide?" he asked impishly.
"Not everyone," Ahi'kiha muttered. "Your parents aren't afraid of me."
"They know they're safe," Keiki said cheerfully, reaching Ahi'kiha and sliding his arms around the magician's shoulders. "You won't hurt them because that would upset me." Up close, Ahi'kiha could smell the scents used in his bathwater, the dampness that clung to his body, and the underlying smell of Keiki himself.
Ahi'kiha struggled to remember what they'd been talking about. "So much for my fearsome reputation," he managed finally, giving in to the inevitable and sliding his arms around Keiki's waist before tilting his head to claim that entirely too cheeky mouth.
Warm and wet, tasting fresh and new and something like sunlight in the high mountains - though they were nowhere near the mountains. It was just something unique to Keiki, wild and free, much like the prince himself. Now that his curse had been eased, anyway.
"So," Keiki asked breathlessly as he pulled back just far enough to breathe, "Feeling any better?"
Ahi'kiha considered. "That all depends."
"On?" Keiki asked, smiling that brilliantly cheerful smile of his, emerald eyes sparkling with mischief and knowing delight.
Ahi'kiha calmly snagged his pretty prince about the waist and hoisted him over one shoulder, uttering a simple lock spell to seal the doors against interruptions as he carried Keiki into the bedroom. Not that it was particularly necessary. Only three of the palace servants were brave enough to set foot in his suite now that his true nature was known, and not one of them would enter without being summoned.
Still. Better to be safe. Keiki got very upset when he ate people who annoyed him.
Setting his prince down on the silken coverlet, Ahi'kiha contemplated the lovely sight for a long moment, considering his options. There were so many lovely things he could do, so many ways to make his pretty treasure writhe and squirm and make the most delicious little mewling noises. And for once Keiki was behaving and letting him take things slowly, rather than simply pouncing him.
Humans. Always so impatient. Some things needed to be savored.
"Are you going to just look," Keiki asked, eyes gleaming impishly, "Or do I have to beg?"
"So hasty," Ahi'kiha murmured, gaze flicking up and down his treasure's lithe form. "You have too much energy."
Keiki's mouth twisted up in one of his devastating smiles. "Guess you'd better wear me out then, 'Kiha," he whispered, breathless, entirely too sultry and suggestive for someone whose entire experience with such things had been limited to Ahi'kiha. It had to either be a natural, inborn talent, or Ahi'kiha was just entirely too susceptible to the pretty prince.
Obviously it had to be the former. His draconic pride simply wouldn't allow for the alternative.
Slowly, casually, he undid the fastenings of his heavy robes, enjoying the sight of Keikiali'i's intent gaze fixed upon him, tongue just barely sticking out enough to wet his lips as Ahi'kiha shrugged out of the first robe and laid it out over the back of a chair. His underrobe followed a moment later, then his soft, indoor slippers, leaving him clad only in a pair of loose silk pants.
Arching a brow pointedly, he was immediately rewarded by Keiki scrambling to his hands and knees and crawling across the bed to the edge where he could reach out and rest his hands lightly on Ahi'kiha's hips. Thumbs slid beneath the edge, caressing smooth skin as Keiki leaned forward to take the edge of the drawstring in his mouth and tug until the knot came undone. With nothing to impede the way, the pants slid smoothly off Ahi'kiha's hips and puddled on the floor at his ankles.
Keiki murmured soft, wordless sounds as he drew Ahi'kiha closer, nuzzling his stomach, dipping his head to ghost warm, moist breath over Ahi'kiha's swelling erection. His tongue darted out once, twice, to lick, then he yelped as he found himself quite suddenly on his back with Ahi'kiha looming over him.
"Oh, now you get impatien-"
Keiki's teasing was quite abruptly cut off as Ahi'kiha's mouth descended to cover his, the last of his words modulating into a soft moan as Ahi'kiha's fingers unerringly sought out damp skin beneath clinging clothing, sounds muffled into the heat of the kiss. His hands groped blindly until they landed on Ahi'kiha's arms, clinging tightly even as he sought to escape from the tormenting touches.
He panted breathlessly when Ahi'kiha finally let him up for air, a strange melding of gasp and squeak escaping as the dragon lowered his head to nip sharply at his neck. "Ki... Kiha..." Keiki breathed.
With a wordless murmur Ahi'kiha set about undoing Keiki's entirely too clingy tunic, lapping at each new sliver of skin as it was bared. When at last the entirety of it fell open, exposing the broad, smooth planes of Keiki's chest, Ahi'kiha could not quite resist a sharp nibble of one nipple, making Keiki jump and yelp beneath him.
"Kiha! You... you're teasing now!" Keiki panted, face flushed, trembling rather enticingly.
"Perhaps," Ahi'kiha admitted, sliding his hands down Keiki's chest, follow the motion a moment later with his tongue, feeling the prince writhe in response. "But as I recall, you spent quite a few years teasing me. Years that I have to make up for somehow..."
With a sound that was part moan, part whimper, Keiki threw his head back and breathed shallowly. "I knew I should have..." a sharp gasp "pounced you when I had the chance..."
"Hmm," Ahi'kiha murmured, sliding Keiki's pants down a fingerspan at a time, "Perhaps, my pretty treasure, but I do not think today was a good day for giving up my control. Today, you are mine." He punctuated his words by nipping sharply at the hot, hard heat straining against the front of Keiki's pants, rewarded by another gasp and involuntary jerk.
Lips twisting into a slow, dark smile, Ahi'kiha continued to slide his prince's pants down a little at a time, placing kisses along the inside of one thigh, then the other, blatantly ignoring Keiki's straining erection as he sought to drive his prince slowly mad. Keiki whimpered when at last the pants were gone, emerald eyes gone dark with desire.
"Kiha..." he pleaded.
"Patience, pretty one," Ahi'kiha chided, placing a brief kiss to the sole of one foot before working his way slowly, torturously back up.
"Kiha!" Keiki begged.
Ahi'kiha considered, watching the rise and fall of Keiki's chest as he panted, the fine sheen of sweat that clung to his body, the delightful flush of his cheeks, the blood-flushed red of his weeping cock. Keiki was always beautiful, always tempting, but seeing him caught in the thick of desire was something that transcended beauty. It made him growl, low in the back of his throat. A deep, possessive sound that should not have been capable of emerging from a human body.
The dragon had its prey in its talons.
Smiling in a manner that terrified everyone but Keikiali'i, Ahi'kiha whispered the few words of a spell to summon what he needed to his hand. A blatant waste of magic, but getting up to go fetch it himself would mean taking his eyes off the splendid sight laid out before him. Such a sacrilege was simply not acceptable.
"Mine," Ahi'kiha murmured, dipping his head to claim another kiss, just as hot and hard and dizzying as all the rest. Keiki's arms drifted up to twine around his neck, holding him down as his legs slid around Ahi'kiha's waist, pulling him close enough that the hot hardness of the dragon's straining erection brushed against the smooth skin of Keiki's ass.
Ever impatient, his pretty treasure. But then, no human could ever posses the patience of a dragon. Not one as old and experienced as Ahi'kiha.
Without ever relinquishing his claim on Keiki's mouth, Ahi'kiha dipped two fingers into the little jar he'd summoned, coating them in slick liquid. He reached between them, trailing a single slick finger down the length of Keiki's throbbing cock, slowly encircling the heavy sac beneath, toying, teasing, before drifting lower along the curve of his pretty prince's ass.
Pinned down by his weight, Keiki could do little but arch and writhe, feeding helpless moans into his mouth, muffled by the kiss, as he clung tight to Ahi'kiha. He whimpered as Ahi'kiha's fingers traced the circle of his opening, around and around, maddeningly feather-light, hips twitching as best they were able while Ahi'kiha had him pinned, trying to get more of that torturous touch.
When at last Ahi'kiha allowed one finger to slip inside he jerked, their mouths tearing apart at the motion, Keiki's chest heaving. "Kiha, please..." he begged.
Ahi'kiha smiled slowly, pulling his finger free to dip back into the jar. He waited a few moments longer than strictly necessary, enjoying the way Keiki whimpered and pleaded, before plunging two slickened fingers into his pretty prince's ass. Keiki arched again, pressing back as far as he could, trying to get more even as Ahi'kiha held him down and kept everything at the same slow, agonizing pace.
It was probably cruel, to torment him like this, but that was what Keikiali'i got for taking up with a dragon. For teasing a dragon. If he wanted the black dragon to submit, he was going to have to earn it.
Wordless entreaties tumbled from Keiki's lips, emerald eyes gone liquid with need as they stared up at him, begging in their own way. Eyes of emerald, hair of gold. More beautiful than the most priceless treasure, his pretty prince was, and long had he been unable to resist.
Enough. His own patience was great, but even a dragon had his limits. He slid his fingers from Keiki's body, earning himself another whimper that was swiftly drowned in a gasp as Ahi'kiha set the hot tip of himself against that slickened entrance. Still slow, every movement deliberate, he rocked gently back and forth, working himself in with the smallest of increments. The tight heat gripped him, seeking to pull him in, Keiki's desperate pleading echoing in his ears.
Slowly, slowly. No matter how much he wanted to simply drive straight in. That was for other times. Today, he needed something more.
Keiki pulled him down again for another kiss, Ahi'kiha's dark, bejeweled hair tumbling all around them in a waterfall of silken ink. He let his tongue explore lazily, relearning all the contours of that delicious mouth, enjoying the flavors that always came with Keiki's kisses. He didn't realize he'd released his hold on his beautiful prince until Keiki rocked hard, legs tightening around Ahi'kiha's waist and impaling himself on Ahi'kiha's cock.
Ahi'kiha hissed into his pretty lover's mouth, pulling back as Keiki moaned softly, twisting and writhing, seeking to pull him even deeper. Very well then, if that was the way Keiki wished to play it...
Gripping Keiki's arms tightly, just short of bruising, Ahi'kiha pulled nearly all the way out before plunging back in again. Keiki cried out breathlessly, the slow syllables of Ahi'kiha's name - his full name, not the shortened version Keiki tended to use - sliding from his lips.
It pleased him, washing away his ire at the pretty prince for ruining his slow pace. Perhaps he forgave too easily, but then, always he'd been helpless to deny Keikiali'i. His golden prince.
He slid slowly out and thrust swiftly in, the rhythm erratic, though gradually increasing in speed. Hard, consuming, claiming. He'd earned his treasure, and he would keep him. Only he would ever touch Keikiali'i; should any other dare, Ahi'kiha would eat them.
Faster, harder, he drove in and out of his pretty prince's body, batting away Keiki's hands when he attempted to stroke himself. Not yet. Keiki was his. His to do with as he pleased.
He thrust once more, rocking back and forth at the deepest point, feeling the thrumming in his body that heralded the breaking point. It washed over him, hot and consuming, as he filled Keiki with the proof of his pleasure.
"Mine," he murmured, pulling out and crushing their lips together for a hard kiss before sliding down his prince's body and taking the whole of him into his mouth.
Keiki gasped, arching up, his hands sliding off of Ahi'kiha's shoulders so that he could clutch at the bedspread. "K-Kiha!"
Ahi'kiha smiled around Keiki's cock, utilizing both tongue and teeth to his advantage, pleased when the gasps became strained whimpers. One hand reached below to cup and fondle Keiki's balls, rolling them between his fingers and drawing out more delightful sounds, but the final edge came when he breathed a tiny wisp of magic into life, spiraling down and around Keiki's cock from head to base, thrumming and sending sparks of pleasure jolting through the prince's body.
Hot seed flooded his mouth and he drank it down, pleased, licking first his lips and then Keiki himself clean before sliding back up for a slow, easy kiss. He hummed in pleasure, sprawling out atop his treasure and tangling his fingers in those golden curls.
"So..." Keiki managed when he'd finally caught his breath, "Are you feeling better now?"
Ahi'kiha lifted his head to contemplate glittering emerald eyes. "That depends," he murmured thoughtfully. "Have I worn you out yet?"
Keiki grinned. "Round two, dragon."
Ahi'kiha smirked and kissed him.