13. How To Wash Your Dragon

This felt even moreintimate than everything they'd just done. Somehow, that was possible.

Joey gulped as Blade sat himself on the shower bench, legs parted, watching him expectantly.

He did want to touch. The whole time they were on the bed, Joey had been a little too preoccupied with Blade stretching him inside.

But now...

Gods, he still felt like a virgin.

He held his breath as he carefully undid the buttons of Blade's uniform shirt. One by one, the buttons popped free, revealing bronzed skin and defined muscle.

Blade's pecs were so full. And his abs... Those looked good enough to lick. Joey blushed when he saw the trail of hair on Blade's abdomen, the one that went down and down, leading straight to Blade's thick length.

"Why does this feel like sex?" Joey mumbled.

Blade licked his lips. "Does it?"

"You tell me!"

Joey tugged Blade's shirt out of his pants, flushing at the cum that was still smeared everywhere.

That had all been inside him.

Blade's fly was open. Before Joey could do anything about it, Blade reached down to zip his pants back up. "Here. Open my fly."

Joey's face burned so hot, he thought he'd faint. "I-I've never—"

Blade opened his legs wider, grinning. "Open my fly, Joey."

Joey's breath hitched as he grasped the fabric, working open the button. The zipper was more intimate; he had to push his fingers under the flap of cloth to find the stainless steel, and drag it down—

It went right over Blade's cock. When Blade's pants opened, that was the first thing Joey saw.

"Take it out," Blade murmured.

Joey made a strangled sound. His skin burning so hot he thought it'd peel, he reached in and grasped the warm, heavy length, fishing it out. I'm touching him there!

"That's it. Good boy."

A good feeling curled into Joey's belly.

Blade stood, stepping out of his pants. He pulled off his shirt, too. And now he was all bare skin—the most skin Joey had ever seen on a person.

Blade turned on the shower. Rivulets of water trickled down his chest, dripping down his abs and cock and thighs. Blade grinned. "Do you need to sit down?"

"Maybe," Joey said weakly.

Blade sat back on the bench, pulling Joey onto his lap so Joey now straddled him. He handed Joey a new washcloth, and the soap. "Wash me."

How Joey could be trusted to clean such an intimidating man, he didn't know. He lathered up the washcloth and carefully scrubbed Blade's face, then the line of his throat, and his broad shoulders. The shower rinsed off the suds just as quickly as they appeared.

He dragged the towel in circles over Blade's lush pecs, then down every groove of his abs. He scrubbed Blade's muscular arms, down his forearms to his fingers, then his palms and wrists. "Um, how do I do your back?"

Blade moved Joey off his lap, and turned so Joey could scrub his back. There was so much of it; Blade was so huge compared to Joey. Joey knelt between Blade's legs next, scrubbing his thighs and his calves and his feet, trying not to stare at how Blade's cock was growing thick again.

"You missed something," Blade rumbled.

There was no missing it. As Joey lifted his gaze to that length, it grew fully hard, jerking under his attention.

Joey blushed. "Um, I was saving it for last."

Blade grinned.

Joey ran the washcloth over Blade's heavy balls, then up the generous length of his cock. Blade groaned.

It didn't seem like a good idea to keep scrubbing Blade there with the washcloth. So Joey abandoned it and clambered back onto Blade's lap, rubbing himself against Blade's length just so he'd know what it felt like, pressed skin-to-skin against the hottest man on the planet.

Blade glanced down at Joey's own hard cock and rumbled. "Let me take care of that."

He turned Joey around on his lap, the shower washing the suds off his body. The moment a familiar bluntness pressed between Joey's cheeks, a sound fell out of him.

His body opened without any protest. Blade fitted his tip into Joey and pulled him all the way down; Joey's breath punched out of him.

There was nothing quite like a thick cock pushing demandingly into you, opening you up completely.

By the time Blade had fully buried himself inside, Joey was panting, aching, struggling to breathe because it felt so good.

"Beautiful," Blade growled, lifting Joey and pushing him back down, the fullness of his cock shoving more air out of Joey's lungs.

He began to jerk Joey up and down. Joey couldn't hold back; he came embarrassingly fast, his cum splattering all over the shower floor.

Blade kept going. He kept lifting Joey and pulling him back down, grinding jolts of pleasure through his body.

"You fit me perfectly," Blade murmured, his tip pressing against Joey's prostate. Joey came again.

Blade kept up the friction. With his cock still buried, he stood and lifted Joey off his feet.

He pressed Joey up against the wall and fucked in savagely.

Joey came with a scream, trying to hold onto something, except he just kept coming and coming.

"So open for me," Blade panted in his ear. "Do you still feel like a virgin?"

He punctuated that with another hungry thrust.

Joey moaned, squirming against him. "N-no. I n-need," he whimpered. "Need you i-inside. All th-the time."

"I can do that," Blade growled. "Whenever I get home from work, I'll bury my cock inside you."

Joey came again.

"That's it. You love my cock so much, don't you?" Blade murmured, still thrusting. "You want it stretching you, fucking you open, filling you up with cum."

It felt like he'd died and gone to heaven.

"S-so good," Joey moaned.

Blade worked him through more orgasms. Finally, he came, depositing another hot load deep inside.

"We should let your pretty hole rest," Blade murmured, sliding out. Thick cum dripped down Joey's legs onto the tiled floor; Joey blushed.

Maybe he should be more hesitant about sex. Maybe shouldn't be asking Blade to be inside him all the time. But Blade hadn't seemed to find his request repulsive at all.

Blade rinsed them off and got a warm, fresh towel from somewhere outside the shower. He returned and dried Joey off, then himself.

Before Joey could move, Blade surprised him by pressing a set of folded clothes into his hands. "These are your size."

Joey blinked stupidly at him. "You know my size?"

Blade huffed and smiled. "As close to your size as I was able to estimate. These have been spelled and won't catch fire."

Joey's heart skipped. "I didn't know clothes could be spelled to be fireproof."

But of course it made sense. That was how firefighters could step into burning buildings with minimal harm.

"These have been in my flight for a while," Blade murmured. "We try not to throw away spelled clothing. Especially baby clothes, and those for pregnant folk."

Joey remembered Blade touching his belly earlier, and blushed.

Was he really going to conceive?

Then again, Blade had come twice inside him so far. There had been a lot of cum.

Blade led him to the bed. Joey had to tiptoe to sit on the edge of it; it was so high. Blade hauled him properly onto the mattress and leaned in with his hands braced on either side of Joey's thighs. Their gazes locked. "Joey. Whatever you need, I will provide. You won't be wanting for anything."

"Anything at all?" Joey blushed. "That seems too good to be true."

"Maybe you need something really good." Blade cracked a smile. "You've been needing something good for a while."

"But you don't know about... the rest of me." Joey gulped, suddenly nervous. What if he bared the shadier parts of himself to Blade, and Blade found him lacking?

Blade raised an eyebrow. "What about you?"

A slow flush crept over Joey's face. "I don't know," he mumbled. "I might not be all that good a person."

Blade sighed, sitting on the bed next to him. "I've never told you about me."

"That you're a police officer?"

"About who I was before I became a police officer." Blade met his eyes. "I'm four hundred and thirty-eight years old, Joey. There are a lot of things I've done. Not all good."

Joey gasped. "Were you a criminal?"

Blade inclined his head. "I come from a large family of dragons. Eight siblings. It can be good. But growing up, I always felt like my parents never saw me for who I was. They were always so busy with the younger ones and keeping the family safe.

"Don't get me wrong. I loved taking care of my younger brothers and sisters. But at one point I wanted more attention from my parents, and they didn't have any to spare. So I joined a group of bandits. We patrolled parts of the trading routes and robbed the filthy rich."

Joey's mouth fell open. "You were a highway robber?"

"We fought with swords." Blade gave him a lopsided smile. "I was the best in our little group. Hence the nickname."

Joey glanced at Blade's naked body. Now that he was looking for them, he saw faint scars, lighter patches of skin, silvery lines that were all but faded by this point. "Did you... keep your sword?"

"I did. It's in my hoard."

That had to be what that locked door was. The one with the iris scanner. "Why did you stop?"

Blade's gaze turned faraway. "We were robbing the rich and distributing the goods amongst the poor. After we took our cut, of course. The bulk of it went to a neighboring village we lived in—we provided the town hall with supplies they didn't question, and in turn, they provided the roofs over our heads. That's how I met Doc and Mav, actually. Doc's from that village; he was a physician. Mav just showed up one day and joined our bandit group."

Joey remembered the muscular doctor who hung around with Blade's friends. Doc always wore a mask, refusing to show his face. Samsen had tried to get Doc to remove his mask, with no success. One of these days... maybe someone would have a pool party, and Doc would finally reveal his face?

Mav was another burly man—Joey didn't know much about him, either, aside from Mav always complaining about something Telos did.

"What's under Doc's mask?" Joey blurted.

Blade snorted. "I knew him before he began wearing masks everywhere. So maybe something changed in between. I don't know."

"You've never asked?"

Blade seemed contemplative. "I guess not. We probably figured it was a fashion statement, or something to do with germs. Anyway. I stopped being a bandit when my dads found out what I was up to. They all but landed on our little team skulking around the trading routes, and gave me a good yelling."

"So you left with them?"

"Nah. It took them more visits and more yelling because I wasn't sure it'd return to the same old when I got home. After a while it felt like they did truly miss having me around. They started spending more time around our gang, asking about the crap we did. Felt good when I realized they did care about me."

Joey's heart melted. "Is that why you want a baby? So you can have your own family."

Blade nodded slowly. "Not too many babies. I don't want any of them to feel neglected."

Joey threw his arms around Blade's shoulders and hugged him tight. Even though Blade was strong and in control, even though he seemed to have everything, it hadn't always been like that. And that made him so human, more than Joey expected.

"I grew up in a family of thieves," Joey admitted quietly. "It wasn't until I made friends with some people in my hometown—Quinlan and Wren—who didn't have much, who'd lost things to other thieves, that I realized my past actions had been hurting others. I tried to stop. But then I found Katie, and... I just don't have very much money to buy things right now." Joey hung his head, his heart pattering nervously. "I've stolen some stuff since I got here. To keep Katie fed and dressed. I buy what I can. But I got caught a few times and... some of the other police officers really don't like me. I don't think you'll want me hanging around you in public."

Blade frowned deeply. "No, I'm keeping you as my mate. It doesn't matter what they think."

Joey's heart sank. "But they'll... they hate me."

Blade growled. "They'll learn to keep those thoughts to themselves."

"What if you lose your job because of me?"

"As long as you keep your record clean from now on, I think we'll be fine," Blade said. "People change. Not everyone stays a criminal for life."

Without seeing it for himself, it still made Joey nervous that any association with him would lead to Blade's subordinates mocking him.

Blade quirked a smile. "I don't have to be a police officer forever, either."

Joey's stomach flipped. "If you say so."

"I do. And I think Katie's making sounds," Blade murmured, rubbing Joey's back. "She's awake."

The thought of Katie now made Joey's heart sink. He straightened his shoulders.

For Katie's sake, and for Blade's sake, he had to be brave.

A knock came on the door.

"What is it?" Blade asked.

Hong replied, "We have intruders."