11. First Touch

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"Fuck," Quinlan moaned, growing wet.

"Not tonight," Griff whispered. "Tonight I just want to touch you all over. And maybe... rub my cock on your hole. Cover it with my precum."

"Fuck, you're filthy."

Griff laughed and trailed his nose across Quinlan's cheek. He kissed the corner of Quinlan's lips. Then their mouths touched, a wet, silky heat that went straight down Quinlan's spine, especially when Griff pressed slow, open-mouthed kisses to Quinlan's lips.

"You feel perfect," Griff growled. He deepened the kiss so Quinlan's toes curled, his tongue flicking against Quinlan's lower lip, pushing boldly into Quinlan's mouth. "Mine." He pushed in again. "Mine."

Quinlan let him in. Griff thrust his tongue into Quinlan the way he would thrust further south. He nudged open Quinlan's legs and slid their bodies together, one hand pressing hot against Quinlan's chest. It slid down Quinlan's stomach to his waist, large fingers catching the hem of Quinlan's shirt and easing underneath it.

And now Griff was touching Quinlan's bare skin, his hand hot like a brand. He pushed Quinlan's shirt up and caught his nipple, squeezing it.

Quinlan moaned. His nipples were sensitive. More so when Griff gently tugged on one, then the other, until they were both hard and tingling, milk dripping from them.

"I will taste you," Griff groaned.

He broke the kiss and licked down Quinlan's neck, nuzzling his chest until he reached Quinlan's nipples. Then he closed his mouth around one and sucked gently, his tongue flicking soft and wet around it.

The sensation went straight to Quinlan's cock. Milk flowed from both his nipples; Griff swore and alternated between the two, licking and sucking until Quinlan writhed beneath him, his cock aching.

"Gorgeous," Griff whispered. "Your nipples are so sensitive."

"You make them feel so good," Quinlan whimpered.

"Milk for me." Griff took long drags from each nipple, the suction so perfect that Quinlan's spine arched.

When he felt as though he might come just from Griff's mouth alone, Quinlan pushed at his shoulder. "Leave—Leave some. It's not all yours."

Griff's growl reverberated through Quinlan's bones. "I want to breed you. Put my dragonets in you. Fuck you full and make you mine."

And now Quinlan's ass felt too empty.

"Not today," Griff rumbled. "I don't want to break your bed. That's how hard I'll claim you inside. Fuck you through the bed, make you scream and come and come and come. You won't know anything but my cock inside you."

Quinlan's breath punched out of him. "Fuck."

Except Griff turned Quinlan onto his side, sprawling himself along Quinlan's back. Something long and hard pushed against Quinlan's sleep shorts, shoving unapologetically between his cheeks.

"So firm," Griff purred, cupping Quinlan's ass through his shorts. "I want to spread your pretty ass open, look at your hole. I want to see it open for me. Open around me, fuck it ‘til it gapes."

"Your fucking mouth," Quinlan panted, shoving his hand against his bulge for some relief. His sleep shorts were already getting wet all along his crack—Griff was leaving precum all over the fabric.

"Ready for sleep, fireheart?" There was a smile in Griff's voice.

"Sleep? Who the hell would want to sleep after that?"

"Are you wet for me?" Griff squeezed Quinlan's ass, then slipped his fingers between Quinlan's cheeks, pushing his shorts against his hole. "Mmm. You just soaked through your shorts. Your pretty hole is covered in slick. Is it already all loose and puffy for me? Ready for me to stretch you open?"

A helpless sound fell out of Quinlan. He could only clutch at the sheets, panting as Griff rubbed the wet material of his shorts against his hole.

"You're so amazing," Griff whispered in his ear, his breath rustling through Quinlan's hair.

He withdrew his touch and wrapped a strong arm around Quinlan's chest, trailing his fingertips across every inch of his skin. He squeezed Quinlan's nipples again, then slid his fingers down and down, over Quinlan's stomach to the trail of hair that delved under his shorts.

Griff lightly scratched that hair. "I wonder where this leads to."

Quinlan moaned, "You know where."

Griff gave a small, delighted laugh and pushed his fingers down the front of Quinlan's shorts, so slow that Quinlan bit his lip. "I've seen you completely naked twice now." Griff's voice dropped lower. "But touching you like this feels amazing. Having you all wrapped up like a present, waiting for me to sneak my hands under your clothes. So I can—"

He eased his fingers under the waistband.

"—touch you here—"

His fingers brushed lower and lower, until they bumped against the side of Quinlan's cock, sending a new wave of sparks through his body. Quinlan gasped.

"—and here."

Griff stroked Quinlan's inner thigh, up and down, making Quinlan ever so aware of what he wasn't touching.

"I want to touch you everywhere," Griff whispered. "Taste you everywhere. But I want to do it in my nest. Fuck you so hard. Make you scream and come, work your hole so open until I have my cock buried deep inside."

Quinlan tried not to whine. "So you're not going to fuck me now?"

"Mmmm." Griff laughed softly, dragging his thumb over the base of Quinlan's cock, before stroking up to his tip. "This is another present for me," he growled, grasping Quinlan's foreskin and sliding it up and down his sensitive head. The friction made Quinlan shudder. "Your pretty cock comes with its own wrapping."

He exposed Quinlan's tip and pressed his fingers around it. His touch felt like a jolt of electricity. Quinlan jerked violently, and Griff began massaging Quinlan's bare tip, squeezing and caressing it until his eyes rolled back and he thrashed.

"Oh g-gods," Quinlan hissed. It had been so long since anyone had touched him there. Griff's hand felt so much better than his own. Maybe it was because he couldn't anticipate what Griff would do next. But every little movement made Quinlan so fucking aware of the nerves in his body.

"You feel so good against me," Griff growled. He released Quinlan's cock, stroking heavily down Quinlan's sac. Then he reached deeper, pushing between Quinlan's cheeks to touch his bare hole.

A ragged sound fell out of Quinlan's mouth. He couldn't stop squirming as Griff explored that bundle of nerves, tapping it, rubbing it, never quite pushing inside. "What if I let my cock kiss you here?"

Quinlan whimpered. Griff growled and thrust his cock against Quinlan's bare thigh. It was wet now, and it felt like it was throbbing.

Griff flipped Quinlan onto his stomach and eased his shorts down the curve of his ass. He pushed his thick, velvety length between Quinlan's cheeks, the weight of it so hot and hungry that Quinlan leaked all over it.

"So eager to get me all slippery for you," Griff murmured. He dragged his cock back and forth, letting Quinlan feel its friction, the way it promised so much pleasure.

Quinlan panted, dripping from his hole and his tip, clutching the sheets to try and ground himself. All he could focus on was Griff naked against him, Griff's cock so close to where he needed it. "I need to come. P-please let me come."

"Of course." Griff pushed his hand down the front of Quinlan's shorts again, grabbing his cock. Quinlan wheezed.

Griff rolled his hips; his cock dragged down Quinlan's crack, until its blunt head nudged against Quinlan's hole. And it began to push lightly, smearing precum all over his entrance.

"D-don't tease," Quinlan gasped, trying to shove himself onto Griff's tip.

"But it's kissing you. So sweetly." Griff pressed his tip firmly against Quinlan's hole, then pulled it away. "See? A kiss."

"Fuck. Just put it in!"

Griff laughed. With each upstroke of his fist, he flicked his wrist, so hot pleasure shot through Quinlan's cock. His own tip slid repeatedly against Quinlan's opening, there and gone, and back again.

"I'm going to pull someone's hair out," Quinlan hissed.

Griff rumbled. "You're so wet for me. I can feel the hot slick leaking out of you. So eager to drench my entire cock."

The next time his tip touched Quinlan again, Quinlan shoved his hips down. Griff's tip wedged against his hole and sank in, stretching him wide open.

Quinlan almost came.

"Fuck," Griff hissed. "Fireheart. Fuck. You're so hot. So tight."

He pulled out the next second. Except he pushed back inside, just his tip.

"Fuck, I shot precum inside you," Griff growled. He pulled out again. Except he couldn't seem to resist sinking back inside—just the tip, over and over.

"Don't be a fucking tease," Quinlan whined, trying to take Griff deeper.

"I want you to scream for me," Griff purred. His thrusts were harder now, hungrier as he shoved his tip into Quinlan, and pulled back out. "I want our first time to be in our nest. Me fucking so deep, you coming around my cock. Again and again. I'll sink balls-deep into you. Pump you full of cum. Like a cream puff."

The words were so unexpected that Quinlan snorted, his muscles tensing. Except it must've made him more sensitive somehow—he was coming the next moment, his entire body clenching, sparks dancing behind his eyelids.

"Fuck," Griff hissed.

He pinned Quinlan face-down on the bed and straddled his hips. He began to shove his tip over and over into Quinlan's convulsing body, pulling out and sliding his entire length between Quinlan's cheeks, before plunging his tip back inside.

"It doesn't—doesn't count as mating if it's just the tip," Griff whispered. "Just a taste. Fuck. I want to fill you so full."

He bit down lightly on Quinlan's shoulder. When Quinlan peeked over his other shoulder, he found Griff with his fist wrapped around his own cock, his hips snapping forward as he sank his tip back inside.

"Your pretty hole keeps opening around me," Griff groaned. "It's all soft and loose. Just waiting for my cock. My knot. My cum."

Quinlan moaned and raised his hips.

"Fireheart," Griff hissed. He was stroking himself now, the sound of it lewd and wet.

Griff pulled out and sat back on his heels, pushing the fingers of his other hand into Quinlan's hole. Then they crooked inside him, finding his prostate.

Quinlan's eyes rolled back. He didn't have a chance to make a sound.

Griff twisted his fingers and hooked them against Quinlan's prostate, harder this time. "That's it. Come for me."

Pleasure tore through Quinlan in a violent explosion, arching his spine, curling his toes. Griff kept on massaging him there, grinding down on his prostate so hard that Quinlan shuddered, barely muffling his screams with his palm.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Quinlan thrashed. Griff's fingers were still working his prostate, and he couldn't stop coming.

"Yeah, just like that," Griff panted. "I want you to feel so good. Want you to clench like this around my cock when I finally fuck you. I want to make you come and come and come. Until all you know is my cock inside you, making you feel good."

Quinlan came again. Griff must've really liked that, because he was thrusting against Quinlan's asscheek with short, needy strokes. He withdrew his fingers and slid his tip over Quinlan's entrance, and suddenly he was snarling, pulses of wetness shooting between Quinlan's cheeks.

"Take my cum. Take all of it," Griff rasped, fucking between Quinlan's cheeks. He slid his cock further south, until his tip was pressed right against Quinlan's open hole. Quinlan felt hot cum shoot inside him. So much of it.

Griff pulled away and unloaded more wet streaks all over Quinlan's asscheeks, before tucking his tip behind Quinlan's sac, drenching the back of it with cum.

"You look so good covered in my cum," Griff growled, pushing his tip back into Quinlan's body. He was still coming. His cum was filling Quinlan up inside, and it shouldn't be as hot as it was.

Then he pulled out, stroking his cum all over Quinlan's cock, pushing it through the opening of Quinlan's foreskin to cover his sensitive tip.

"Mine," Griff panted. "When I breed you for real, I'll knot you, and lock every last drop of my cum inside your beautiful body. So much cum. When it's over, I'm going to fill you up again. And again. Until it gushes out of you when I pull out."

He trailed his fingers all over Quinlan's cheeks. Then he pressed them back into Quinlan's hole, all the way to his knuckles. "I pushed more cum inside you."

"You're so fucking obscene," Quinlan began, except his voice went high when Griff found his prostate again.

"Making you come with my cum-covered fingers," Griff whispered in his ear. "You like it when I touch your sweet spot."

Quinlan didn't have a chance to respond. Griff hooked his fingers, and Quinlan's eyes rolled back as he came hard.

Griff worked him over and over, until he fainted at some point.

When he woke up, everything was dark, and he didn't feel quite as sticky as he expected to.

"I wiped you down with a towel," Griff whispered. "Except for the cum still inside your pretty hole. I left that. It looks so good inside you."

"You saw?" Quinlan asked.

"I turned on the light and opened you with my fingers. So much cum, fireheart," Griff purred.

"Of course you did. I didn't even get your whole cock inside me, and now your cum is in there." Quinlan rolled his eyes. "You better make it up to me when we get back."

"I promise. I'll be buried inside you for hours."

Quinlan shivered. "Well, no. I'd have to feed Annie."

"Awww. You're such a good dad." Griff kissed his forehead. "I'll give you more dragonets to be a good dad to."

Quinlan froze at those words. Griff's cum was inside him.

Griff's cum was inside him.

Quinlan wasn't someone who had difficulty conceiving. Griff had pushed his cum-covered fingers all the way in, and covered every surface inside with his seed. And Quinlan had been asleep for... a while.

In the watery light of dawn, Quinlan turned to face Griff. "Am I already pregnant?"

Griff licked his lips. "You might not have conceived yet. We'll make sure of it when we get home. I want to breed you properly."

His expression said Quinlan might already have, though.