"Are you torturing me because I made you beg before? I'll beg right now if you need to get me back…"
Lachlan leaned down and sucked on one of Apollo's nipples. "This is because I've waited a long time to get you naked, and I need to touch every inch of you."
"I got plenty of inches for you touch right here," Apollo said, pointing at his dick.
"I'll work my way back to it," Lachlan replied, annoyingly calm. He kissed the lines of Apollo's hips and the sensitive insides of his thighs.
Apollo didn't do leisurely sex because it had always felt toopersonal. This was feeling too heavy, his heart too full, his fear of losing Lachlan before they could begin too crushing. Apollo breathed and focused on the sensation that he had fought for so long. Being with someone he cared about was a vulnerability he had never experienced before.
Lachlan gently savored him, like he didn't want to miss a single quiver or gasp.
Mate, Apollo's dragon growled.
Yes, I know. It was always going to be different with Lachlan. He knew it, and that was why he held out for so long—because loving something always came with the fear of losing it.
"You're so fucking soft and beautiful everywhere," Lachlan said against his hip bone. "I can't get enough of it."
"You're killing me here, Lachie. I thought you loved me," Apollo whimpered because if he didn't do something soon, Apollo was sure he would combust.
"Oh, I do. It's why I'm going to lick and suck you everywhere, open you up so sweetly, and then fuck you so hard that you never want anyone else inside you again," Lachlan replied and sank his teeth into the place he had been so tender with.
Fuccckkkk. Apollo put his hands over his face because this man was too fucking much.
Lachlan kissed his tip before sliding his mouth back over him, and Apollo bit his palms to stop himself from crying out.
Whatever sweet moment Lachlan had been having was over because he licked and sucked like he had a vendetta against his dick.
Apollo didn't hear the lube being opened, but when Lachlan slicked his wet fingers over Apollo's hole, his whole body shook with the effort not to come.
"Hold on," Lachlan said, and Apollo glared at him. "Oh, yeah, that's the Apollo I know and love. So pissy just looking at me." He grinned, slipping a finger inside of him at the same time.
"Lachie..."
"Just keep breathing." Lachlan's other hand wrapped around his dick, holding back the orgasm that was threatening to explode out of him.
Apollo lost time, lost thoughts, lost everything except the slow, glorious agony of Lachlan sucking and teasing. He eased in a second finger and found that sweet spot inside of Apollo that had him crying out.
"Oh, fuck, Lachlan, don't hit that again, or this is going to be all over," he begged. His whole body was feeling oversensitised and pent up and shocky, and he didn't think he could take much more of it.
Lachlan grabbed Apollo's legs and spread his thighs wider to make room for him. Apollo whimpered with the first brush of his cock against him. His heart was going to give out in his chest.
"Golden boy, open your eyes," Lachlan said.
Apollo did and had to bite his tongue so he didn't come just from the sight of Lachlan thrusting his tip gently inside of him.
"Just do it, Lachie. I won't break," he begged.
"But I might," Lachlan replied. He brushed Apollo's sweaty curls back from his face and kissed him.
With each slow stroke of his tongue, he moved further into Apollo. A low growl reverberated through Apollo's chest, and herocked his hips, needing more of Lachlan in him, needing there to be nothing between them ever again.
"Fuck, you're so hot. So tight," Lachlan panted against his lips.
Apollo growled again and fucked upward. "All mine."
Lachlan kissed him again, his mouth hungry as he moved in slow, deep thrusts. "Since the moment I met you. Fuck, I feel it through my whole body every time you growl."
"Moving too slow," Apollo said. Strength surged through him, and he locked his legs around Lachlan before flipping him so he was on top.
